Brand thought and thought, but the only thing he could co up with was to go mining himself. There were still many undiscovered mining areas in this era, but they were all in the Barbaric Regions, and for the ti being, he didn't seem to have the capability.
As for the last Stone Key, that was even more complicated. There were actually many Elental Domains, but Mortals couldn't enter them. The ones that ended up in the Main Material Plane were extrely rare—
Brand figured that perhaps putting it in ga terms might better illustrate the rarity of this item. It was an essential item for Player Guilds to establish their own cities and beco Lords.
He patted his head, feeling a bit of a headache.
But it was at this mont that the enormous voice echoed once again:
"Mortal, are you ready to face the next challenge?"
The voice was deafening, drowning out all other sounds in the arena. Everyone fell silent and shifted their attention from the sword in Brand's hand, suddenly rembering they were still in this inexplicable arena.
Of course not ready! Brand was about to respond, but just then, a voice called out to him.
"Sir!"
He was very familiar with this voice; it was the voice of that frail teenager nad Kevan. He turned his head in that direction and saw the teenagers still caged. Although Kulan had rescued so of them, at least half were still in the cages.
Brand looked at the frail teenager and roughly guessed what he ant. But he had no intention of agreeing right away—firstly, he knew his own Strength; he absolutely couldn't pass the sixth challenge and accepting rashly would only lead to failure.
Secondly, he vaguely estimated that the appearance of this Sanctuary was likely related to these teenagers. He had to admit they were quite bold; they knew there was sothing strange under the mining pit but still dared to ss around. However, since they chose this path, they had to take responsibility for their actions, which even implicated others—leaving aside the number of miners who died in the landslide, if it weren't for his Strength, he, Yuta, Qian, and disha could all have been trapped here.
Brand didn't think having sympathy was wrong, but he had his own principles. Misplaced compassion was not true kindness. So he shook his head, refusing before the other could speak further.
He waved to Otarais and disha and began to lead them out of the arena.
"Wait a minute," Kevan called out again: "Sir, I'm not asking for your sympathy!" the teenager shouted from the cage.
This ti, Brand froze and stopped.
"I want to make a deal with you," the teenager said. "You can choose to agree or not; the choice is yours, but please let state my terms, okay?"
Brand looked up at the sky. The Fate Arena was very user-friendly; the host seed to have noticed all this, and there was no more urging voice from above.
"Go ahead," the young man thought for a mont and nodded. He was curious about what these teenagers, looking penniless and destitute, could possibly trade.
Even if they were willing to serve him, what could they do? These teenagers had no Strength and were rely miners. Brand didn't mind taking in so followers, but the cost was sothing he had to consider.
He looked at the teenager, suddenly recalling the conversations he overheard on the mountain path. Maher seed to ntion that this frail teenager had so kind of worthless oddity with him. Was it that?
Brand frowned. To be honest, he wasn't optimistic about this deal. He knew so NPCs liked to collect odd trinkets, just like Little Roman; but those things were rarely truly valuable, and he had been duped several tis in the ga.
But the young man had so patience. He stood there, silently waiting for the teenager to take sothing out.
Kevan rummaged in his clothes for a while but finally took out sothing Brand never expected—a Destiny Card—Brand's expression instantly turned strange. He never imagined that Kevan would have this and that it would hit his weak spot.
This was right up his alley.
Constantly finding surprises and benefits from the Travel Mage Profession, Brand now had a fervent interest in Destiny Cards—even knowing the sixth challenge was hopeless, he couldn't help but feel tempted seeing the card.
It was like a collector seeing sothing irresistible.
He saw it was a Fire Elent card, and the image on it moved him further:
Fire Claw Lord
(Fla Tribe I)
20 Fire
[Biological—Fire Claw Lizard/warrior, Level 33 Elite]
Warlike.
When Fire Claw Lord is on the field, all Fire Claw Tribe mbers add 1 Battle Indicator.
Pay 1 Fire, all Fire Claw Spearn on the field gain 'Charge' Abnormal Ability.
When Fire Claw Lord is on the field, pay 1 Wealth and 1 Reputation daily.
'The Lord is the finest Commander of the Fla Prison Legion—'
Brand didn't know what the so-called Battle Indicators were, but having experienced Equipnt Indicators, he knew they were sure to enhance Summoned Creatures. Besides, this card itself was a Level 33 Elite, a Gold Initial Summon—
Not to ntion, it could also give Fire Claw Spearn the Charge Abnormal Ability, hitting Brand's weak spot; knowing he had a Fire Claw Spearman card. This kind of deck was rare and precious, as Char once said, and he fully understood the teenager's gesture—but should he choose to continue the challenge?
The sixth challenge was almost impossible to win, but Brand didn't want to give up. He was torn.
"Lord," disha said: "That's a Silver Card, notice its number, it should be a core card of the Fla Tribe!"
Brand froze, only then noticing the Fla Lord was numbered I in the deck, and the cards numbered I were usually core cards, sothing both Char and disha had told him before.
Now he was even more torn.
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