87: Act 35: Phantoms of the Past_3 87: Act 35: Phantoms of the Past_3 But what does the Golden Tree BOSS an by throwing him here?
Does it think that the strongest monster he has encountered is that old brown bear in the forest?
Well then, a level 16 rare elite, that’s nothing.
He can easily handle it now.
However, in Brand’s mory, the Golden Magic Tree was not that kind-hearted.
On the contrary, these creatures twisted by the so-called ‘Divine Blood’ are purely evil, and their evilness is beyond reason.
But by counting the ti, shouldn’t the plot be triggered soon?
Although it’s only been a few days in this world, Brand still subconsciously uses the term ‘trigger the plot’.
It’s just out of habit.
At this mont, he heard a clanging sound of tal.
Brand’s ears twitched.
For soone with so familiarity with swordsmanship (level 3 Military Swordsmanship) like him, he could tell from the sound that it must be a duel between two people.
However, it wasn’t intense, it looked like just practice.
Brand did not choose to avoid it because he knew that avoiding it in a dream was aningless.
Moreover, avoiding danger ans shrinking back, which is a negative emotion, and it might be exploited by the Golden Magic Tree.
He followed the source of the sound, finding it coming from behind the waterwheel of the sawmill not far away.
As he got closer, his sight bypassed the tall standing waterwheel, and he saw two unexpected people—
An old man with hair like snow and a head full of silver hair.
He was wearing a deep blue uniform and held a sword in his hand.
Standing there, he naturally gave off a towering aura, like a mountain.
But what made Brand’s heart jump was the expression of the old man.
His serious deanor carried a sense of awe without anger.
If soone with a guilty conscience saw it, they would probably avoid his gaze out of fear.
The other person was a young boy holding a wooden sword.
He might have looked no different from an ordinary child, but to Brand, it was different.
He recognized at a glance that this was Brand, or rather, Brand in his childhood.
He was shocked and looked up, and imdiately realized who the old man was.
That must be Brand’s grandfather, a veteran of the November War, and a recipient of the Candlelight dal.
My goodness, that was remarkable.
Although Erune was already on the decline, dals from the Fla Temple were not easy to co by—
But this ti, the dream set by the Golden Magic Tree seed sowhat different from the ga.
Brand’s heart tightened.
But just this hesitation imdiately made him feel the presence of Brand’s grandfather in front of him growing more stable, even starting to influence his state of mind.
“Negative emotions!” Brand imdiately realized that he had unknowingly been affected.
This was different from the ga.
The ga system could not manipulate people’s thoughts, but here it was completely different.
This made the battle much harder than in the ga!
Brand couldn’t help but take a deep breath and touched his waist pocket.
Fortunately, he still had his biggest reliance.
Although there were so surprises, the situation was at least under control.
With this in mind, he cald down.
The old man’s eyes also rested on him, scrutinizing him for a while, and then he spoke: “Young man, do you have the qualification to inherit everything from my grandson?”
This sentence made Brand’s body sway slightly.
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(PS.
This chapter and the following few chapters will reach a climax.
These chapters were written with a lot of emotion, and I cried while writing them.
== I hope everyone will like them.
With tears in my eyes, I ask for recomndations and favorites.)
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