Amber Sword-Chapter 606 - 52 Act Underground King (3)(First Update)

Brand saw the crystal clear tears rolling down Qian’s face and was immediately stunned:

"What’s wrong?"

But the girl let the tears slide down as if she didn’t hear, only reacting after a while. She sniffled to stop her emotions from collapsing, finally realizing her lapse, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

"Nothing, be-because it hurts too much..." Qian turned away, reluctantly replying, "Lord..."

Brand’s heart was filled with tears, thinking this excuse was too clumsy—does this look like crying from pain? It’s more appropriate to say it’s to cover the panic!

He’s not a fool, he vaguely guessed what the girl was thinking. Although he didn’t know how Qian viewed the other members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Macaro, or himself internally, it was apparent that her outward silence couldn’t hide her escape from everything in the past.

Rather than accepting the present, she seemed to still linger in past memories—she had a kind of instinctive fear and distrust of the outside world—as if leaving everything familiar would surround her with immense isolation.

Brand didn’t know what Qian had experienced in the past, but he knew that ’Mane Wolf’ Macaro’s actions had surely caused the girl great harm.

"Can you stand up?" He cast aside these thoughts and asked.

Qian weakly nodded, but she tried several times, even holding Brand’s hand, but the intense pain made her whimper and kneel down.

Brand saw the red-haired girl crying while gritting her teeth in effort, feeling a bit distressed. Although he had seen women cry, compared to the ladies in the game who would cry at the drop of a hat, he appreciated Qian’s strength more.

After all, he still considered himself a man.

"Don’t force yourself anymore, I’ll carry you!" Brand said.

They couldn’t stay here too long, although they didn’t know the situation of Kulan and Medisha sealed on the other side. If that old man returned to the surface before them, their mission would be a complete failure.

Therefore, every second counted.

"How... can that be?"

Qian was stunned; where would a lord do such a thing? Perhaps Macaro would, but she now knew it was to win people’s hearts—just like the Great Commander ignored her in the past—even though she didn’t understand why, no matter how well she did, she couldn’t attract as much attention as Ecco.

Later, she finally understood that even winning hearts required qualifications. Qian wouldn’t be jealous of someone she loved, but couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

A guy who doesn’t even have Silver Power might not be as valued as Redi in the commander’s eyes. Thinking of the white-haired young man killed by Brand, the red-haired girl couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust.

But what was this young lord doing?

She had no strength left, no reputation within the remaining Gray Wolf Mercenaries, not as much as Sanfde. If the lord was eyeing her body, she didn’t consider herself as beautiful as the merchant Miss, who was claimed to be Brand’s fiancée.

Even Brand had only had minor physical intimacy with the latter, let alone herself.

"No need..." She thought for a moment, shook her head vigorously: "Lord, you go first, come save me after controlling the mining area..."

She paused, hesitating: "I’m a mercenary, and I won’t be too scared alone, at most, at most, leave me a lighting crystal..."

Brand laughed helplessly, seeing the clearly scared look on Qian’s face, thinking the road out was still a problem. Even if everything went smoothly, at least it would be hours before coming back. Besides, leaving a defenseless girl here might be dangerous, the key issue being, there could be a risk of divine transformation if he stayed away from Qian.

However, he thought for a moment, responded tactfully: "You’ve lost too much blood, staying here will be dangerous."

"No worries," the red-haired girl shook her head, "this is also Lord Marsha’s will, besides, taking a burden with you wouldn’t be necessary—"