Kevan lowered his hand, as if he had co to so realization.
Maher, along with Jocadu, watched him from the side, feeling uncomfortable. No matter what, Kevan was still their companion. For the youngsters, such a separation seed sowhat cruel. They had all thought about it; if Kevan couldn't leave, they would stay behind.
At worst, everyone would be stuck here.
Maher even thought darkly in his heart that maybe Brand would also stay. He had seen the young man's dilemma. He thought, with such a big shot—Brand had completely t the standards of a big shot in his mind—staying here with them, what was the big deal if they stayed here?
But Kevan said nothing. The thin young man was silent for a mont as if making so kind of determination.
He stood up, raised the card in his hand once more, and threw it far away. "Sir, catch it!" Kevan shouted at Brand, using all his strength.
Brand turned around, looking at them in surprise.
"Are you crazy?" Maher was completely stunned by Kevan's action.
But the thin young man showed a satisfied smile—a smile filled with ambition and longing that could not possibly be seen on soone of his status. At that mont, he no longer seed like a small miner boy—but a lord.
Brand looked at him, puzzled.
Kevan smiled faintly, stood up straight: "Sir, during my days as an apprentice, I learned one thing. I know that in the eyes of big shots, the lives of people like us are insignificant..."
He shook his head: "But I think, even insignificant people like us have the chance to change our own fate. Maybe I can't do it, but at least just now, I realized I have the opportunity to change the fate of a big shot like you."
His words made everyone gasp, wondering if this kid had gone mad.
But Kevan was not mad. He started coughing and only managed to calm down with the help of the girl behind him, then he continued, "I don't know what this card can bring you, but if it brings you good fortune, allows you to escape, then in your future legend, there will be a part of —won't there?"
Brand was dumbfounded. What kind of theory was this?
For the first ti, he re-evaluated the young man, filled with surprise. He didn't know how to judge such a notion, which was both full of a gambler's madness yet evoked a sense of admiration.
Unrestrained admiration.
But why did the other look so highly upon him? Brand was puzzled, and he couldn't help but ask, "This card does an a lot to , but even if I get it, I still can't change the fate of failure. If that's the case—do you regret it?"
Brand looked in that direction, candidly revealing his current predicant.
Yuta and Qian were also stunned upon hearing this, and they simultaneously held their breath.
"Wait, kid you..." Kulan finally reacted at this mont.
But Kevan was not surprised. The young man smiled, "Yes, but as long as you pick up that card, at least you'll have accepted my goodwill, right?" He continued, "Moreover, your words have just confird my thoughts. As for the outco, I don't care."
"Kevan..." Joka and Maher were dumbfounded, as if eting their companion for the first ti. But for so reason, these young n felt a sense of distant and unfamiliar concern for their companion, yet a hint of high admiration arose in their hearts.
Brand had created an unbeatable impression in their minds during the previous challenges, yet at this mont, Kevan seed to be standing on equal footing with him in terms of deanor.
They couldn't imagine this.
Brand listened to Kevan's answer and fell silent. He thought that soone with such a notion must either be a madman or a true legend. But the young man nad Kevan looked neither like a madman nor a legend.
But wait—
"What's your na?" Brand suddenly asked.
"Kevan Kvana; my surna was granted by my ntor—" the young man replied.
Kevana Lord, so it's this kid, Brand suddenly understood! Indeed, Kvana's youth was spent in the countryside of Tonyger, but he hadn't expected it to be in these mines.
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