Vol 3 Chapter 44

Scene 44: Silver Mine (5)

When the room came from Brando, it became silent.

Instead, Brando didn't care, he went into the shed and sat down on the only empty straw mat. Everyone's eyes moved with him, focusing on him--especially the boy named Maher, staring at him almost frowning.

Brando couldn't help shaking his head secretly, thinking he was so scary? He didn't do much on the surface, but the strength of the gold field made him know every move of everyone around him. The tight muscles and heavy beating of the other side confirmed that they are now very nervous.

But he didn't try to eliminate this tension. He thought it would be okay--though these guys wouldn't take out their own affairs for a while, who knows? It would be nice to be able to monitor them every move here.

And because of his existence, the weird and tense atmosphere in the room continued into the evening, after dinner, to be precise.

Because most workers actually arrived at the mine that night on Sunday, silver mines generally waited until the next morning, and Brando had a lot of time to get familiar with the situation here.

But he didn't try that terrible dinner. There was nothing to cook in the pot. The greenness seemed to be a witch's potion-even with the smell of a bun. Brando's appetite was just a glance-let alone eat.

He was just grateful that he had brought enough dry food under the reminder of Yuta. At the same time, it was doubtful whether the head of the mercenary regiment had done similar work before, otherwise how could she be so experienced.

After strolling around and confirming the location of several other camps intentionally or unintentionally, Brando returned to his shack. But this time he saw the slightly malnourished boy sitting in the room as soon as he entered the door.

He didn't seem to go out with the others, Brando glanced aside, and found that the girl was with the boy.

He froze: "Aren't you eating?"

Brando thought that this guy was pushed out by others. After all, this kind of thing often happens in this group, and it is not uncommon. But the weak boy shook his head, "I don't eat dinner."

The other did not seem to be afraid of him, but answered calmly.

Don't eat dinner? Brando snapped: "Fast?" He immediately thought that this was a believer of the Silver Lily sect. In his impression, only those poor monks had such strange habits.

The monks of Silver Lily did not go to dinner to remember the time of the King of Fire, Harut, on the Great Plains-that was the most difficult period for humans in the dark ages, in order to escape the pursuit of the Miner And wandering in the wasteland-countless people died on this escape road because of starvation.

Regarding Brando's problem, the boy nodded.

The Silver Lily sect is a small sect of the subordinates of the Temple of Fire. It is common in the Alek region, but ordinary believers in this sect will not practice fasting unless they are taught monk apprentices.

So Brando looked at the boy and asked, "Have you studied under the monk's door?"

The boy nodded again. "I have studied with a monk for a while, and although I haven't gotten started, I have been taught. Sir," he replied decently.

"You literate?" Brando asked.

The teenager nodded.

This is incredible. At that time, Freya was only a few words as the captain of the Butch militia. This was because the Lord Valkyrie was lucky enough to meet Madden as the captain; Madden as the Butch The captain of the security team is very famous in the game. In fact, he is very different from the general veteran of Eruin precisely because he is not only literate, but also very insightful.

From this point, so did Brando's grandfather. However, Brando knew that his ancestors had at least once been rich. His father was a miller, and it was normal for the family to have an inherited education.

Romain is entirely because of her aunt, and the witch's descendants' illiteracy is purely a joke-as for others, most of them are no different from illiteracy, and literacy among civilians in this world is not much.

So Brando simply sat down and asked with interest: "So why are you here? Although the Silver Lily Church is poor, it is still a formal sect recognized by the Temple of Fire."

"Sir, I don't know which denomination I should belong to. The monk who taught me is dead," the boy replied.

Brando was stunned. It turned out that the other party may not have been formally instructed, so it can only be regarded as an ordinary believer.

His interest in this little episode lasted only a moment, and his mind soon returned to this action. Through some previous explorations, Brando has initially figured out the general situation in this mine, but this makes him feel more troublesome.

To the best of his knowledge, the sword division-their greatest threat to this operation-he actually rarely appeared in mines and stayed in the barracks most of the time. Of course, they can't touch the barracks to kill each other. It's easy to touch them, but it's a bit ridiculous to kill each other without being found.

Brando didn't think of any thoughtful solution for a while, but fortunately he had made up his mind to stay here for a week anyway, only to see if he could wait for any chance in this week.

But he was thinking about it, but he heard the weak teenager coughing aside; he turned back and saw that the girl was coughing badly with the support of the girl. About paying attention to his gaze, the teenager raised his head a little apologetically and replied with a smile: "*** Sick, sir, if you feel uncomfortable, sit far away-"

Brando didn't take it seriously. He now has a constitution close to 100, not to mention that all diseases are inviolable, at least the traditional disease is that there is nothing he can do about him. So he shook his head and took a water bag from his backpack: "There is clean water in it."

He knew that the water pressure in the mining area was not drunk at all, and some of them had smelled in wooden barrels.

"Thank you." The little freckled **** the face took the water bag at the boy's gesture, and then looked at Brando with a strange look.

Brando was puzzled by her sight. He didn't think too much when he passed the water—but it was just a bag of water—as a modern man who once lived in a time of great material abundance, obviously Don't care about this.

But he did not realize that in a world like Warnde, in fact, most people living at the bottom of the society still believe in the law of the jungle with weak meat and strong food, and respect for the strong. Not everyone here is willing to pay Helping the weak.

In any case, Brando's unintentional behavior won him the favor of the other side, and the teenager coughed obviously after taking a sip of water. But he hadn't talked vigorously yet, and remained silent for a while, but the girl asked first:

"Sir, I heard you're great?"

Brando froze, thinking that this question was a strange question, and he seemed to have never considered it. And is it really terrible? After comparing his past 130 levels, he shook his head and replied, "Reluctantly ..."

"Reluctantly is just terrible. I heard that those adventurers outside there have a rank called black iron or something, presumably Mr. is also such a person?" The girl asked.

"It's the black iron rank," the teenager added.

Brando glanced at them both for a moment and didn't understand why they were interested in this. However, the division of professional grades is not a secret there. In fact, many people understand it.

"It's barely enough, almost." Brando imagined that he was so young to have the power of black iron. It was very noticeable. Most of his mercenaries in the black iron stage were at least thirty or forty Strong age.

However, the less conspicuous he was, the better, so he replied casually.

He saw the two people on the opposite side glance at each other, and the girl asked again, "Sir, are the adventurers like you? I mean the ... black iron rank?"

Brando glanced at them. "Of course not, as you know, people with black iron strength are already very strong among adventurers."

He didn't lie. He would be stronger if he was a risk-taker, unless he was a person who naturally loves the Quartet, but he was not in the majority.

But after answering, he added: "What do you ask this?"

"We want to take a look outside." This time the teenager spoke.

"Adventure?"

The boy nodded.

Brando thought that being an adventurer was not a good choice, but he didn't dissuade him. In a way, in fact, being a miner here is not as good as he is. He is also a young man and naturally understands the other party's thoughts.

However, he looked at the other party and suddenly remembered that the other party knew more about the mine than himself, and it seemed that the other party had eliminated some caution from himself, wasn't it a good opportunity to inquire about the news.

So he thought for a moment, and asked, "I heard that in the pit tunnel of Shavrund's Silver Mine, some legends have penetrated the underground world that connects the Jordanian underneath, right?"

"Sir, I don't know where you are talking about the Georgendi." The boy shook his head. "But some of the tunnels under this silver mine do go underground. Legend has it that no one can ever go from there to the end. Someone is missing because of this. "

Brando was sure, and it seemed that the information provided by Tajib was correct. Suddenly he had a vague idea in his mind and said, "Sounds interesting, is there a related legend?"

The teenager exchanged a look with the girl next to him, but this subtle gesture did not escape Brando's eyes. In fact, they knew that Brando had come from a different picture. Now it seems that he really came for the weird legends underneath the pit.

"Of course." The boy nodded slowly.

"Do you want to hear it, sir?"

"Of course." Brando replied, "You say carefully, I can pay you-" He was probably aware of the misunderstanding of the other party, and was happy to keep it.

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(***. I forgot to draw the picture today, so I changed it. I uploaded the hand-painted Freya in the public, the official setting! Those who like it can go and see.)