The entrance to the mining area was crowded with people, bustling about. Workers and adventurers alike were all orderly entering the mining area under the watchful eyes of a team of cavalry. To speed up the process, the crowd ford three vertical lines.
Brand glanced at the map in his hand, silently morizing the terrain and markings on it, then folded the parchnt and tucked it into his shirt. He looked up at the queue in front of him; over twenty rcenaries had already successfully blended in. The vigilance of the patrolling cavalry at the gate was not particularly high.
This was probably due to the long period of peace in Shafelund. Although bandit groups occasionally harassed Tonyger, these desperate n rarely dared to venture deep into the mining area. On one hand, they were intimidated by the renowned Count Rangdenier, on the other, it was simply not worth the risk.
Brand's gaze fell on the lush mountain forest. Qian, disha, and Yuta had probably already infiltrated it. The weakest among them at least had Silver Level power, avoiding the notice of the soldiers in the towers wasn't difficult; while Romantic stayed in Shafelund, with two Holy Angels protecting her, there was no need for excessive worry.
Then, Brand heard a cavalryman in front shout, "Next!" with a thick local accent. He knew it was his turn. He quickly lowered his head and walked forward, initially thinking they would at least do a cursory search, but the cavalryman with a shining silver conical helt just glanced over the crowd and let them pass as long as no one was carrying a weapon.
"Had I known it would be this easy, maybe Yuta and the others could have disguised themselves as n and blended in," Brand couldn't help but think to himself with a shake of his head, "But looking at it this way, that Gold Rank swordsman might not be as vigilant as expected—"
This was indeed good news.
After passing the checkpoint, surveillance beca more relaxed. Brand looked around, quickly distinguishing the disguised rcenaries in the crowd—though in reality, the so-called disguise just ant not carrying weapons—of course, he didn't rashly walk over to join his subordinates.
Although it was not unusual for adventurers to move in groups, their party of over twenty people gathering would inevitably arouse suspicion.
Besides, everyone had left contact thods, so there was no rush.
Brand had completed various tasks in the Amber Sword, but he had never experienced diving deep into enemy territory in disguise. For a mont, he couldn't help but feel both nervous and inexplicably excited; just thinking that he now possessed the power of a Gold Level individual, his heart unconsciously cald a bit.
Yes, in the past ga, Vorn was a place where Gold was as common as dirt, and Elents road freely.
But now, it was still the eve of the Flowers and Sumr Leaves Year. The Black Rose War, which started and quickly ended, had just ignited the flas of war on the Earth. In this year, there were probably only a few under the age of twenty who possessed Gold Rank power.
Brand looked to the side, observing the surrounding terrain while pretending to admire the scenery. Only a narrow, winding path connected Shafelund to the mines, snaking through the mountain forest—yet walking along this path, one could occasionally peer through the mid-mountain forest and see the rolling hills of Glahar Mountain extending towards Tonyger on the other side.
It was like a series of deep blue strokes on a green canvas, with trees like mottled ink spots splattered across the mountains.
Extrely pleasing to the eye—
He raised his hand again, watching the unfamiliar patterns grow on his palm, feeling a bit dazed for a mont. This journey seed so long, yet in retrospect, it had only been a few months.
It felt like just yesterday when he was still a nobody. Yet within these few short months, he gained companions, wielded powerful strength, had subordinates, and even owned his own territory—everything unfolded as he believed, step by step, controlling the foreseeable future.
Until he changed the unknown destiny between this ancient Kingdom and himself, the great ship had begun to turn, away from the darkness and towards a glimr of light.
"If only Senior Sister knew all this, how wonderful it would be," Brand smiled to himself in thought.
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