School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 164 --Only You Can Do This

The constable, adept from years of using it to apprehend people, was taken by surprise when Mr. Brown effortlessly grabbed the chain and yanked it back.

The constable, along with the lock, was pulled forward, as easily as if he were capturing a chicken.

Before he could react, Mr. Brown’s hand, eagle-like, gently pressed on his neck.

A crisp snap— His neck broke.

Another constable instinctively drew his sword and was about to shout when Mr Brown swung the chain, ensnaring him, tightening it around his neck, the pain in his vertebrae growing until...

With a crack, his spinal cord snapped.

The last constable stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.

They were soldiers, against whom ordinary strong men stood no chance.

Yet, this tall, thin man, indistinguishable from a human...

As Bernie Brown’s gaze swept over him, he snapped out of his daze and turned to flee.

Mr Brown hesitated for a moment, choosing not to act further.

However, as the constable barely made it into the yard, he was suddenly flung back out, crashing into the bed corner with a thud, his head bursting open in a gruesome scene...

All without a single cry for help.

As Mr Brown observed the bloody mess, he furrowed his brow and took a step back to block the doorway.

Suddenly, someone outside knocked, calling, "Is Mr Brown home?"

With the gate wide open, the timing and manner of this knock were peculiar.

"Who is it?"

Mr Brown stepped out to see a man in his forties, with a round face and nose, exuding an aura of affability.

He carried a pack, resembling a traveling merchant.

Yet, it was this very man who had sent the constable flying back to his death.

Closing the door behind him, the visitor bowed to Mr Brown and solemnly said, "My name is Green Wilson. Another Mr Brown entrusted me on his deathbed to deliver his belongings to you."

Bernie Brown narrowed his eyes, "Another Mr Brown?"

"He was your biological brother, but his name is taboo, so I’d rather not speak it. Here are the items he entrusted me to deliver to you."

Green Wilson removed his pack and presented it with both hands.

Bernie Brown unfolded the bundle to find a few items inside: a thin leather case, several scrolls, a folding fan, and a letter sealed with wax.

He first opened the case, discovering it contained numerous gold coins and even promissory notes.

The figures on the notes were substantial, any one of which could lift him out of his current poverty.

Also inside the case were several arcanergy crystals, mined from arcanergy crystal veins, each worth tens of thousands of gold coins, yet priceless due to their scarcity.

Exchanging arcanergy crystals for gold coins would be considered foolish by anyone’s standards.

Mr Brown set these aside without a second glance, his attention caught by a wooden frog carving atop the promissory notes.

The carving was slightly larger than a fingertip, exquisitely detailed, even the warts on the frog’s back were meticulously crafted.

He picked up the carving with a finger, examining it for a long while as if lost in thought, while Green Wilson remained silently respectful.

After a sufficient look, Bernie Brown closed the case.

His wife, unable to hear the conversation outside, called out anxiously, "Brown?"

"I’m here," Bernie Brown responded, "My brother sent someone with some things for me. Just a moment."

The inside of the house fell silent again.

He then took the letter, broke the wax seal, and spread it open in the courtyard.

The handwriting was familiar, indeed from his long-lost brother, and the letter was written in a code that only the two of them could understand.

His heart was a tumult of emotions; the last time the brothers had met was ten years ago, and now they were only able to "meet" through these words, forever separated by fate.

As he read on, his emotions surged tumultuously, until he deciphered a name in the code at the end of the last page: Forward!

Forward Brown.

His brother’s name.

Beside the name was a meticulously drawn toad.

Bernie Brown still remembered when, as children, his elder brother took him to play by the river.

He loved trying to catch dragonflies and shrimp but, clumsy as he was, could only ever catch toads.

"Still think you’re fated for greatness, huh?" he scoffed bitterly, followed by a deep sigh, "Do you know the contents of this letter?"

Green Wilson shook his head, "Of course not, only you would know."

With that, he bowed deeply, his head almost touching the ground.

Bernie Brown’s gaze turned sharp, "What do you mean by this?"

"Before I reveal the truth, please, Mr Brown, spare my life," Green Wilson requested.

"Fine," Bernie Brown said, not with anger but a laugh, "I am quite intrigued to hear this."

"I come from the north, having served Mr Brown for three years," naturally referring to Forward Brown.

"The north? Are you a subordinate of Billbaum?" Bernie Brown speculated.

Billbaum was the renegade general who confronted dragons’ leaders outside Loveflow City.

Indeed, on the eve of the war between the angel race and dragons, Billbaum had surrendered with over thirty thousand men, infuriating the dragons’ elders.

Sending Owen to Loveflow City was not merely a leisure trip but also represented a stance.

Dispatching a saint to battle was dragons’ way of showing their attitude towards traitors.

Green Wilson shook his head, his expression carrying a hint of pride, "Billbaum? He’s nothing, just a minor character of no significance."

Bernie Brown remained silent, simply watching Green Wilson with a cold gaze.

The pride on Green Wilson’s face vanished as he said tremulously, "I am from Westro Fairyland."

Bernie Brown’s eyes shifted subtly, reflecting a mix of sudden realization and smoldering anger.

"So it’s you!" he said coldly.

"Just for that alone, I should kill you." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

His murderous intent palpable, the temperature around them seemed to drop several degrees.

Green Wilson stepped back to avoid his sharp edge but didn’t beg for mercy, knowing well that Bernie Brown’s most defining trait was his reliability in keeping his word.

Mr Brown’s aura of menace quickly dissipated as he continued, "Why would Westro Fairyland send my brother to his death?"

The powers surrounding the dragons were constantly involved in various frictions.

Among the most noticeable was the spellbeast legion led by Forward Brown, which had boldly conquered two territories from the dragons.

Border skirmishes were usually managed by the lords themselves, but with two territories lost to Forward Brown, the dragons had to intervene directly.

The dragons’ intervention was swift and decisive, with Forward Brown being executed without causing so much as a ripple.

At least, Owen hadn’t sensed anything amiss; his resources remained unchanged, and the dragons hadn’t issued any warnings of danger.

This prompted Bernie Brown’s question now.

Green Wilson quickly waved his hands, "Mr Brown’s conviction was among the firmest of any being I’ve encountered, easily ranking in the top three. How could I possibly sway him? He believed that the dragons were a blight upon the continent, convinced that with the dragons’ withdrawal from the world, their fate was sealed. Overthrowing the dragons, he argued, would be a blessing for the millions of beings on the continent. My master simply offered him a bit of assistance."

His master was Westro Fairyland, and as for who exactly, Bernie Brown already had his suspicions.

"His death, it had nothing to do with you?" Mr Brown inquired.

"Of course not," Green Wilson replied swiftly.

"Mr Brown’s spellbeast legion was invincible, conquering two of the dragons’ territories with ease. Who could have predicted his sudden demise? My master was deeply shocked."

"Is that so?" Mr Brown said, shaking the paper in his hand.

"Does your master know why the deity my brother worshipped suddenly vanished?"

"This..." Green Wilson paused, "I truly do not know."

Westro Fairyland, being closely connected with deities, would naturally see Forward Brown facing opposition there, including his worship of deities, as normal.

"Mr Brown... General Brown," Green Wilson stepped forward, speaking earnestly, "My master wishes to invite you out of retirement once more!"

"No," Mr Brown said, as if he had anticipated the request.

"I swore never to use Mystic Technique again, never to lead troops into battle."

What would breaking that oath mean for all the suffering he and his wife had endured over the years?

"Forgive my directness, but when you made that vow, it didn’t ensure the safety of your family; perhaps that oath was in vain," Green Wilson said, striking at Bernie Brown’s core.

He knew much of the inner details, challenging Bernie Brown’s convictions.

Bernie Brown remained silent.

His wife had struggled with childbirth, unable to deliver their child for two days.

Aware of his deep karmic debt and the tense situation at the time, feeling powerless, he decided to renounce his position and made a vow, hoping for a happy resolution for everyone.

Unexpectedly, the heavens showed no mercy; his son was stillborn, and although his wife’s life was saved, her health was permanently compromised.

Her vitality drained and her core damaged, her meridians withered, leading to paralysis over the years.

He had tried many methods, but none could heal her.

He had consulted with several powerful beings, who only pointed to the sky and then fell silent.

Reflecting now, Bernie Brown thought maybe Green Wilson was right.

He had prayed to the heavens, but with no response, was their vow still valid?

"Moreover, if what you initially prayed for was not the heavens but a celestial deity..." Green Wilson attempted to tempt further.

"Shut up," Bernie Brown lifted his eyelids, "I want nothing to do with gods or spirits."

Green Wilson bowed his head slightly, "Mr Brown, only you can do this!"