"No, we didn't feel our spell being dismantled. Rather than saying that... it's more like it's been cut off," an apprentice replied.
Blocking spiritual power, it should be mind ability. Brand imdiately concluded that the most famous mind-related spells are spiritual energy, and secondly, holy words and witchcraft also involve a part of it. In Amber Sword, ghosts are known for using mind power to create illusion techniques, twisting people's minds, amplifying fear a thousand tis—when you feel their icy fingertips passing through your chest, you have already turned to ice—not because of cold, but because your heart has fallen into eternal darkness.
Thus, indeed there could be a ghost lord inside the Stone Coffin, so Brand thought for a mont and released the White Deer Statue from his pocket. Everyone saw a luminescent white deer appear in the tomb. Initially, the accompanying rcenaries were startled, but when they realized it was their Lord's summon, they were relieved, though the look they cast towards Brand inexplicably carried more reverence.
In the legends of Erune, the White Deer is a Holy Spirit, and those favored by it often beco legendary heroes. This saying particularly holds sway among the Southern mountain people because occasionally soone might sight a White Stag in the forest.
After the white deer appeared, it actually retreated slightly, uneasily pawing the ground. This behavior made Brand frown; the Holy White Deer is a bane to all evil beings, yet the boss-level monster in the stone coffin could actually unsettle it, making Brand alert imdiately. All sorts of details confird that his initial intuition wasn't wrong; there was definitely sothing strange in this tomb.
He couldn't help but exchange a glance with Char; when they dismantled the seal outside earlier, they had actually realized sothing was off.
"Should we... retrieve those things, my Lord?" a Wizard Apprentice standing by asked sowhat nervously as they observed Brand's expression.
Everyone could see that there might be sothing strange inside the burial chamber, and who knows what dangers might be encountered inside. Adventuring in underground tombs is inherently extrely dangerous, with terrifying evil creatures and deadly curses that have claid countless adventurers' lives. But Brand's reputation in the Lengshan Domain is unparalleled at the mont, so if he gave the order, most of the wizards and adventurers present would probably follow blindly.
However, Brand shook his head. Although he is now a lord, and in na or in the heart of that Princess of the North, he could be considered an outstanding noble. If Antitina were here, she would surely admonish him that risking himself is not the conduct of a good superior. But essentially, he is still that simple-minded player and the rustic young man from the countryside of Brags. Regardless of the excuse, sending people to die or walk into a trap is not sothing even a normal player would do to an NPC with intelligence and thought.
Moreover, without much thought, if it were so easy to take out the spoils of war, the Stone Coffin wouldn't still be here. As things stand, it seems only by slaying the Boss inside the coffin could they have a chance at obtaining the 'treasure' here. This is the most basic setup of a ga; although Vorn is no longer rely a ga, after all, it originated from Amber Sword, and up until now, Brand hasn't seen this world deviate too much from the original one.
"You all step back; this is not a fight you can ddle in." He turned back, pointing his Longsword at others to give the order, simultaneously giving Char a look, signaling for them to approach from left and right. He decided to open the Stone Coffin first and see what exactly this monster is.
But this command left everyone present stunned; they had never seen a lord who would first confront danger himself. Most felt strange since Brand's actions were, in the traditional views of this world, sowhat unconventional—or to be blunt, not like a lord or a noble. However, no one openly criticized; there was only silence, at least everyone understood the righteousness contained in this order.
Though everyone knew that in the struggles among nobles, only those with hearts hard as iron truly reach high positions. But in reality, no one wants to follow soone who is cold and heartless to those around them.
The young mage Lei Lian watched this scene, unable to help but hold his breath. He ca from a noble family; to him, his father was a small noble busy with scheming and connections daily. He had also seen those deep-minded, unsmiling great nobles, and Brand, as he knew, completely defied all the noble images he had ever seen.
In fact, the rcenaries around him, even the wizards, firmly believed Brand was a genuine noble—yes, because that lord was knowledgeable and seed to understand everything. Only a noble could have such a profound heritage. However, for Lei Lian, it was not so; with his ticulousness and keen sense, it wasn't hard to spot those aspects of his Lord that didn't fit with being a noble, causing him to suspect at one ti that Brand was not a noble. Of course, such suspicions couldn't explain Brand's knowledge and poised confidence, nor would it shake his loyalty to this lord, though it did frequently leave him puzzled.
But now, he was certain.
From the mont Brand turned back, using the Longsword to give them orders, he suddenly noticed on that Longsword the gleam of a true noble. It wasn't a deanor that the current Erune nobles could possess; it was the flair of ancient nobles, where the king's and nobles' swords always led ahead of their people. They held high the banner, leading the ancients through the darkness, carving out a path toward Order and Light.
In the darkness, what flowed was the blood of the noble.
That was the path of the ancient sages.
Lei Lian, watching the backs of Brand and Char, couldn't help but instinctively step forward. Yet at this mont, Brand and Char were already one on the left and one on the right, placing their hands on the Stone Coffin. At this very mont, the temperature in the tomb plumted, everyone felt a layer of white frost growing visibly on the tomb's walls, and in an instant beca thick and snow-white.
In just a few monts, everyone present started chattering their teeth.
"What the hell is this ghost thing!"
Brand's exclamation shattered the lofty image that Lei Lian had just ford in his heart, and the noble deanor dissipated into thin air, turning back into that lord who was easily startled. Of course, Lei Lian didn't know that this image is called a player; he would never know. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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