But when she glanced at the golden apple in Qian's hand, she still felt a hint of envy.
After all, it was a golden apple, a legendary item said to be able to change a person's, even a country's destiny, and only exists in myths.
Before this, she had never believed in the existence of such an item. She couldn't help but think – if the young man had such a golden apple, he could totally use it to win over any of the most powerful forces, couldn't he?
It was a priceless treasure.
With it, Brand could win the favor of anyone high-ranking and influential. Becoming an Earl, a Marquis, even a Duke would be totally within his reach. Even the supre Emperor of the Cruz Empire, or the Great Priest of the Fla Temple, if the young man wanted to, he could trade this golden apple for almost anything he desired from them.
But what puzzled Antitina.
Brand didn't do that. He simply used this apple to save a girl he had t only a few months ago. Perhaps Qian had Gold Level strength, but Antitina understood that a golden apple's value was far beyond just the equivalent of a Gold Level subordinate.
Of course, if you multiply the other side of this equation by a hundred, it might be possible.
Of course, the answer to this problem seed simpler from Brand's perspective; he simply understood the principle of 'having a treasure, a commoner is innocent but the treasure makes him guilty.' Maybe this noble daughter thought he had a big family behind him to provide shelter, but Brand knew his own situation perfectly well.
Moreover, he had no intention of mingling with the rotten noble system of the old Erune; he ca to change this ancient country's destiny, not to collude with those people.
Brand knew with his foresight of history, he could indeed live comfortably in this world, but that wasn't his goal.
Especially after seeing the behaviors of people like Macaro and Gruding, this confidence had grown daily.
As for the golden apple, Brand didn't care. If it could truly cure her, he wouldn't mind using ten or even a hundred golden apples to save Qian's life, of course, if he had them.
But Antitina didn't see it that way, nor did Qian.
This girl now held the apple dazedly. She certainly knew the value of this apple. Back when Brand was negotiating with Macaro and the others, she saw the desire for this apple in the eyes of Liwu, Macaro, and even Bujia.
She couldn't help but wonder, in the Great Commander's eyes, who would be more important, herself or the golden apple?
But this question's answer didn't need much thought, she guessed even if it were herself multiplied by a hundred, Macaro would still choose the golden apple without hesitation.
But why did that young man make a completely different choice?
Qian didn't understand, so she looked at Brand confusedly — anwhile, Brand was talking with disha and Char, completely without any intention of looking back —
"Lord," disha was the first to raise her question, "I roughly understand your aning, using the imnse power of the golden apple to restore Qian's lost life force... But..."
The Silver Elf girl frowned, "Doing that is like quenching thirst with poison." She used a special Silver Elf term to convey the aning of 'quenching thirst with poison,' but at least Brand understood.
"The Lord has no other choice," Char explained from the side, "It can buy us so ti at least, better than facing it imdiately. During this ti, who knows, maybe another solution can be found."
The young wizard spoke, then glanced at Qian sitting on the bed, couldn't help his nature and teased: "However, using the golden apple for such a thing, those who desire the golden apple would probably be furious…"
"This really is…" The young man thought for a while before finding the appropriate words: "A bit of overkill."
The red-haired girl heard Char's words, instinctively lowered her head. Because, after she ca to her senses, she herself felt it was sowhat wasteful, the item in her hand was the golden apple from mythology, yet it was used on her.
This was simply unbelievable.
Qian felt, even in her most absurd dreams, she never imagined such a thing.
But Char noticed her reaction and realized he had misspoken. He quickly said, "Miss Qian, don't overthink, I didn't an to say it was wasteful— it's just that, the golden apple is priceless, I think…" The young wizard thought for a mont, before chuckling, "I suddenly recalled the Lord's words last ti, which perfectly fits the current situation—"
Everyone turned their eyes to him.
Char hurriedly shrugged, "Alright, I'm saying— if this golden apple counts as paynt, Miss Qian, you might need to 'repay with your life' to clear this debt." The young wizard follower said jokingly.
"Repay with my life?" Qian was stunned.
"That's the aning, you know," Char said while stepping back to dodge Brand's sweeping sword hilt. But as a wizard, he clearly couldn't evade an attack from a swordsman of the sa level at such a close distance, thus almost right after saying the first half of his sentence, he cried out in pain holding his stomach.
Enraged by Char's loose tongue, Brand didn't hold back, thinking it would make him lay on the ground for a few minutes before getting up. anwhile, the Silver Elf disha glanced at Char rolling on the ground and rarely showed a look of 'serves you right.'
As for Qian, once she understood Char's words, she held the golden apple and lowered her head, blushing to the roots of her neck.
Brand glanced at Qian, worried she might overthink, so he said, "Don't bother with his words, but if you truly want to repay my investnt in this golden apple, you should strive to live well, rember my words— moreover, you are my most important combat strength."
He took a breath: "I think soon, Tonyger will face a major battle."
Qian was stunned for a mont, lowered her head, dared not to raise it, only nodded firmly.
Brand still wanted to say more, but at this ti, he felt disha pull at his sleeve from behind. He turned around, seeing the Silver Elf Princess frowning and asking:
"Lord, since the golden apple can only solve the imdiate crisis, have you thought of a real solution?"
The young man was stunned for a mont, just about to shake his head, but at this mont he heard Otarais's voice in his heart suddenly say:
"I have an idea, little one."
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