Amber Sword Chapter 492: Episode 162 The War of the Travel Mage (5) (1st

Chapter 492: Episode 162 The War of the Travel Mage (5) (1st update, please subscribe)_2

White also looked at them quietly, seemingly unsurprised.

The Undead Knight raised his right hand and blocked Gruding behind himself with a giant scythe, answering, “Human, you are much more excellent than I imagined; I’m surprised that there’s soone like you among the lower nobles of Erune—”

The voice was hollow, as if it were a layer of peeling, rusting tal.

Brand shook his head.

“Alright, don’t waste ti, Tiamas,” he interrupted, “You understand, I am here for a specific life. I know I can’t keep you here, but don’t think you can take this Erune Baron away.”

He intentionally emphasized the last few words.

A mocking laugh, dull and muffled, ca from beneath the tal mask: “I don’t know who you are, let’s assu you’re the Viscount. But Viscount, I rember that in your human world, the rules among nobles are not like this.”

“The one behind is the local lord, a noble baron, whose family’s noble bloodline can even be traced back to the previous dynasty among you. But today, Viscount, you’re telling you want to strike at a mber of this illustrious family, setting a precedent of bloody slaughter between nobles?”

“Of course, I can lay down my weapon,” White shrugged, “But if I do, do you dare to kill him?”

Gruding stood behind the Undead General, his face gloomy.

“The kingdom’s honor won’t fall on the head of a traitor.”

“But mutual destruction isn’t part of your ga rules either.”

Brand faintly smiled, “If a re Count Rangdenier is enough to destroy , then what am I doing here?”

White was slightly taken aback.

“Such arrogance.” Baron Gruding finally had a chance to say sothing, he almost ground out the words between his teeth, “A re Count Rangdenier, I don’t know where you get your confidence, Viscount Gangsiting.”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” Brand looked at him.

The young man’s cold gaze pierced straight into Gruding’s heart like a knife, his pupils narrowed slightly, and he imdiately fell silent.

The Undead General of Madara clapped his hands lightly, “Impressive,” the tallic voice ca from under the mask, “But the Lonians (*) said that a wise man should learn to seek a balance between thought and action. Viscount, especially when I think as a dignified noble, Baron Gruding has already received his due lesson. Why not step back now, leaving room for everyone?”

(* Residents of the area between the Church Knights Country Grace and Saint Ausor, also the main ethnic group of Grace.)

“The Lonians also said, blood for blood, tooth for tooth,” Char, smiling behind Brand, supplented.

“But the blood spilled isn’t that of your lordship.”

“Indeed, but the dignity of a noble isn’t innate either,” Brand coldly replied.

White was silent.

But the young man frowned, as in his impression, this Black Knight among the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse was never one to engage in idle talk. Quite the contrary, he and the White Knight Albton were famously silent and decisive, preferring action over words. But the White’s current deanor was entirely contrary to what he knew, and Brand didn’t believe such a significant change in character occurred after so event.

Then only one reason remained.

Is Gruding that important? What kind of agreent did Madara and the Jendener Family reach behind the scenes? But what puzzled him more was the opponent’s purpose in stalling for ti here.

But the best way to break an unknown trap is to prevent the opponent from achieving their goal.

Brand simply remained silent, he reached out his right hand, pressing a white-gloved hand on his sword, and took a step forward. As soon as he moved, a cold montum swept across half the hall—

White didn’t move a muscle, but Gruding behind him retreated three steps, almost falling to the ground. This Baron of the kingdom managed to stabilize himself, his face flushed red, looking at Brand with a heart full of disbelief. Although he was just a Black Iron power swordsman, he could still sense the real strength Brand had just displayed in that burst—he had grown stronger!

Gruding found it unbelievable that a person could grow so much stronger in a day and night; he certainly couldn’t guess that it was an illusion due to the twenty-two Elental Mage levels, so the only possibility he could think of was that the other party had been hiding his strength all along.

He quickly whispered this discovery to White, who nodded, then looked at Brand with a playful expression—

Kabais’ report couldn’t be wrong.

But Gruding wouldn’t deceive him now, especially when he himself could sense it just now. So whom should he believe?

Nonetheless, the Undead General of Madara showed no emotion outwardly, instead, he asked, “Viscount, won’t you think thrice before acting?”

“Tiamas, ddling in human affairs does you no good,” Brand, pressing his sword, shook his head, “You understand you can’t take Gruding away. Given this, why engage in a aningless battle? Step aside, I know it’s not your usual way—”

White shook his head.

Watching Brand approach step by step, he slightly pushed the Baron back with the giant scythe to maintain distance, then spoke, “For you, Viscount, this battle may indeed be unnecessary. But for , it’s different. Although Madara has no tradition of allying with the living, there is always a first ti for everything. Abandoning an ally on the first occasion doesn’t bode well for us.”

He smirked under the mask, “Besides, you’re right about one thing. With powerful enemies surrounding us, it’s difficult to protect the Baron—”

“Tiamas sir!” Gruding was startled, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly asked.

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