Chapter 286: Act 64 rcenary Group (Part 1)_2
Combining Brand’s mories of his grandfather, his swordsmanship is no longer comparable to the fledgling youth in Buqi. It can be said that among the White Mane Legion’s regular soldiers, those slightly older swordsmanship instructors are roughly only good enough to be his students.
Brand’s swordsmanship hasn’t reached the point of making people feel as if they are facing an abyss just by drawing his sword, but it already faintly resembles so recognizable similarities. It can be said to be the early form of a Sword Master—of course, a true Sword Master would not be proficient in only one style of swordsmanship.
But precisely because of this, the more Brand upgrades, the more he feels the mysteriousness of his grandfather. An old soldier whose aura when drawing his sword made even a Senior Warrior with over a hundred levels lose the desire to fight, was he really just a simple veteran of the November War? At least from Reto, who was also a veteran of the November War, he couldn’t see the sa traces.
Of course, Reto joined the war late, while Brand’s grandfather experienced the whole war from beginning to end. This might be the biggest difference. Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but recall historically who was awarded the Candlefire Badge of the Fla Temple, but for a mont he couldn’t rember clearly.
Back then, he dealt more with the official Erune, later ventured into the territory of the Light Holy Temple’s influence, and had little interaction with the Fla Temple.
This thought flashed by in an instant.
The scene paused for a mont because of the sudden change, most people looked at each other, but the earliest signs of recovery ca from the murmuring locals who watched. People began to discuss, murmuring about the gains and losses from the previous battle, though most of them hadn’t even seen how the battle started or ended clearly, it didn’t hinder their eagerness to talk.
The rcenaries knocked down by the young man started to get up one by one from the ground. The involved parties remained silent, but they exchanged glances without showing much frustration or anger. Instead, there seed to be a sense of relief.
Brand naturally observed their expressions. He turned back and found Antitina also looking at him. They exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of understanding in each other’s eyes.
“Brand, they don’t seem to intend to chase.” Roman whispered standing behind Brand.
Brand smiled and nodded.
“Captain Caber, are you alright?” At this mont he saw a rcenary walk over cautiously and ask the rcenary leader nad Caber. The latter looked at his wrist, stunned for a mont, then raised his head and said with a serious face to the others: “I’m fine, alright. Spread out and seal off Chablis, don’t let Ecco escape. If anything goes wrong this afternoon, I’ll take full responsibility—”
“Oh.”
“Alright.”
“No problem, Captain Caber.” The rcenaries responded numbly, but their reactions were astonishingly slow.
However, the older rcenary seed to turn a blind eye. He scanned the surroundings, finally resting his gaze on Brand. Naturally, as soone who had been watching the battlefield closely, he noticed Brand’s move to support his subordinate rcenary earlier, but now he had ti to scrutinize the young man in detail.
In fact, Caber was slightly stunned at his first look at Brand.
Because his earlier glances were brief, he hadn’t expected Brand to be so young. From Brand’s previous actions, he inferred that the young man must at least have Black Iron Middle Upper strength. A young man around twenty years old with Black Iron Upper strength, this would be surprising anywhere.
At the first mont, Caber thought of Ecco. Ecco was the most talented young man he’d seen in his life, the adopted son of their squad leader ‘Mane Wolf’ Macaro, who unlocked the Second Level power at just seventeen, a prodigy. In his impression, only the geniuses known as Revealers in legends might achieve such feats at this age.
Ecco was the hope and pride of the whole rcenary group since childhood, even when he selfishly ran away this ti, the squad leader Macaro only asked them to bring him back. Others wouldn’t even want him punished for this reason, highlighting the pampering he received from everyone.
Thinking of Ecco, Caber’s heart cald a bit, making Brand’s youth seem more rational in his eyes. He exhaled, walked over, softened his expression slightly, and addressed Brand’s team: “Thank you all for your assistance, you can call Caber. And this gentleman, may I know your na?”
“Brand, no need to be so formal.” Brand also scrutinized him.
This experienced rcenary captain had lead-grey pupils. To Brand, it seed like he always furrowed his brows slightly as though he had endless worries. This lancholic air, coupled with his long grey hair, lent him a sowhat charming older man’s allure, especially with his hands made slender from long-term sword use; if not for the calluses on the other side, they would seem like a pianist’s hands.
Such a man in the world where Brand ca from would surely stir up nurous girls if he appeared on a street, Brand thought enviously, though his own body wasn’t bad, he lacked the other’s refined qualities gained from experiences, especially lacking the weathered, vicissitudes of life look.
It seed these rcenaries weren’t ordinary people either, although it was unclear which famous rcenary group from the Southern Territory they belonged to. Brand looked at their attire, finding no clues or distinctive badges for identification.
It seed they weren’t in mission status.
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