Amber Sword-Chapter 629: Act 63 King of the Underground (14) (Part 2) (Seeking support, not looking for silence.)_2
Brand almost dropped the sword he had just caught upon hearing this, what did he mean by ’actually already entered the Golden Domain, in this regard you are no less than your grandfather——’? He had never known his grandfather was a Golden Rank swordsman——no, wait!
According to what the other person said, it probably wasn’t just as simple as Golden Rank! He was well aware of his own situation; entering Golden Rank from White Rank in just half a year was because of a cheat, but if his grandfather also entered Golden Rank around the age of twenty, then he must at least be an Apocalypse!
Brand patted his forehead, this information was a bit hard to accept. In his memory of this world, his grandfather’s generation moved the whole family to Brags from a foreign place; he didn’t know where from, and Brand had never asked.
All he knew was that his grandfather used the money he brought to buy a piece of land in Buqi and built a mill on the outskirts of Brags. Despite not having any noble origins, they lived a relatively comfortable life.
Otherwise, a young man like Brand would either be working in the fields or as an apprentice at his age, instead of leisurely living alone in Buqi.
Thinking back now, his grandmother was indeed not like the ordinary girls in this world, as she was not only literate but knowledgeable about many things. His mother, who was from a noble family in Cardilego, had an even more distinguished status——
To be honest, Brand had always wondered why a noble’s daughter would marry his father, a mill master. Because no matter how wealthy a mill master might be, the gap in bloodline and status is generally insurmountable.
Reflecting on this, Brand suddenly realized that he seemed to have never truly understood his family’s background.
Suppressing his doubts, he raised an eyebrow slightly: "Do you know him?"
"Had some dealings with him, that stubborn old man," the elderly man replied: "Back then I was just a young man around your age, coming from the countryside of Tuo Ge. I claimed to be of knight origin, but was merely a wild child. Your grandfather, however, graduated from the nobles’ officer academy, professionally trained. It’s a bit embarrassing but I was once his subordinate for a while——"
He was about to continue when the loud voice above the duel arena interrupted their conversation:
"Next challenger!"
Kulan glanced up at the sky above the arena. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Brand collected his thoughts. One might encounter all kinds of people in life, but only a few would leave a lasting impression decades later, often sparked by a minor connection. He guessed that the relationship between Kulan and his grandfather might not be as simple as Kulan described. Regardless, he looked at the two identical rings on his right index finger, which deepened his suspicions further.
Back in Buqi, he had puzzled over how even an ordinary fake of the Wind Queen’s Ring wouldn’t have ended up in the hands of an ordinary mill master. Also, when he later inquired about the ring in Brags, the strange attitude of the Limp Man only added to his confusion.
This doubt had been shelved for a while but resurfaced today thanks to the old man’s reminder.
Brand looked at Kulan, thinking as long as this old man was under his control, he’d have plenty of opportunities to uncover everything. It seemed, that he—or rather, Brand’s grandfather was indeed not a simple man.
Then Brand glanced at Medisha, and said in his heart, "Let’s go up."
The Silver Elf Princess replied inwardly, "Yes, my lord."
The two walked side by side toward the arena, causing the entire duel arena to fall silent.
Two people? The teenagers were fine, but Yuta and Kulan were stunned because they knew Brand and Medisha’s strengths, at least above Gold Rank, which was clearly against the rules.
"You two?" The elder hurriedly tried to stop them.
Brand didn’t respond.
And Medisha naturally wouldn’t say a word, following the young man slowly to the center of the arena. After the two stood still, they quietly waited.
Kulan was only momentarily stunned before guessing the identity of the Silver Elf Princess. He suddenly recalled how Medisha showcased her Elemental Power during their battle, which was clearly ’Soul’.
However, in this world, only one type of existence uses the soul as Elemental Power, and that is Madara’s Undead.
Undead!
The old man was enlightened, no wonder Medisha was so fearless during the landslide, because the Undead simply have no fear. But why would an Undead follow this young man? His first thought was an Undead Wizard, but that was evidently incorrect.
Firstly, an Undead Wizard of Golden Rank couldn’t summon an Undead of the same power. Secondly, Brand’s eyes lacked the purple or green glow that represents Soul Fire.
Kulan suddenly gasped, "Heroic Spirit!" He immediately wondered if Brand might be an apprentice Flame Favored Knight of the temple?
The Flame Favored Knights are the strongest combat force of the Flame Temple, belonging to the Eleventh Level organization——each Flame Favored Knight is accompanied by a heroic spirit from the Saint War era who once followed King Gilte. The Poem of the Blue records that King Gilte had two hundred and thirty-two knights, hence the number of Flame Favored Knights has never exceeded two hundred.
But he quickly shook his head, the knights who followed King Gilte were not Silver Elves.
The old man was puzzled, and the teenagers on the side of the arena whispered amongst themselves:
"It’s over." Joka sighed deeply when he saw Brand and Medisha entering the arena.
"Can’t you say less demoralizing things? What’s over, the fight hasn’t started yet." Though not sure if they would save Kevan, Maher frowned unhappily at his companion’s words.
"Did you forget?" Joka turned around and said: "If the combat level exceeds Black Iron Level, two people can’t go up together. What does this mean?"
Maher suddenly paused, this clearly meant Brand wasn’t actually powerful! They couldn’t help but look at Kevan in the cage, the skinny boy showed no expression, but the girl beside him was visibly despondent.
"Damn, didn’t expect this guy to be a flower vase!" Maher exclaimed angrily, "Looks impressive but useless, I thought he was formidable!"
"Didn’t you always say he wasn’t?" A boy whispered amongst the teenagers.
This remark naturally earned him a fierce glare from the big boy.
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