The room became silent after coming from Brando.
But Brando didn't care, he walked into the shed and sat down on the only empty straw mat. Everyone's eyes moved with him, focusing on him—especially the young man named Maher, who almost frowned and stared at him motionlessly.
Brando couldn't help shaking his head secretly, thinking that he was so terrible? He didn't make any movements on the surface, but the strength of the Golden Realm made him know every move of everyone around him. The tight muscles and the beating heart of the other party confirmed that they are now very nervous.
But he didn't try to eliminate this tension, he thought it would be okay-although these guys won't be able to poke out the matter for the time being, who knows? It would be nice to be able to monitor their every move here.
And because of his presence, the weird and tense atmosphere in the room continued until after the evening, to be precise, after dinner.
Because most of the workers actually arrived at the mining area on the evening of Sunday, the silver mines generally have to wait until the next morning, and Brando has a lot of time to get familiar with the situation here.
But he didn't try that terrible dinner. The pot was indistinguishable from what was being cooked, and it was green like a witch's potion—even with a rotten smell. Brando's appetite was overwhelmed with just one glance—not to mention eating.
He was only fortunate that he had brought enough dry food with Uta's reminder. At the same time, she wondered if the head of the mercenary had done similar tasks before, otherwise how could she be so experienced.
After strolling outside and confirming the locations of several other camps intentionally or unintentionally, Brando returned to his shed. But this time, as soon as he walked in, he saw the somewhat malnourished teenager sitting in the room.
He didn't seem to go out with other people, Brando glanced to one side and found that the girl was also with the boy.
He was stunned for a moment: "You don't want to eat?"
Brando thought that this guy was squeezed out by others, after all, this kind of thing often happens in this kind of group, it's not uncommon. But the weak boy shook his head, "I don't eat dinner."
The other party didn't seem to be afraid of him, but answered calmly.
Don't eat dinner? Brando was startled: "Fasting?" He immediately thought that this was a believer of the Silver Lily Sect. In his impression, only those poor ascetic monks would have such strange habits.
The monks of Silver Lily did not eat dinner to remember the days when King of Flame Harut was on the Great Plains-it was the most difficult time for mankind in the dark ages, to escape the pursuit of Miner Wandering in the wasteland-countless people died on this escape road because of hunger.
Regarding Brando's question, the boy nodded.
The Silver Lily sect is a small sect under the Temple of Flames. It is very common in the Anlek area. However, ordinary believers in this sect do not practice fasts unless they are apprentices who have received instructions.
So Brando looked at the boy and asked, "Have you studied under the monk?"
The boy nodded again, "I studied with a monk for a while. Although I have never gotten started, I still have been taught. Sir." He replied decently.
"Are you literate?" Brando asked.
The teenager nodded.
This is unbelievable. When Freya was the captain of Buche's militia, she only recognized a few words. This was because the Valkyrie was lucky enough to meet Madden as the captain of the guard; and Madden as Buche's. The Guard Captain is very famous in the game. In fact, the reason why he is completely different from ordinary Eruin veterans is because he is not only literate, but also very knowledgeable.
From this point, Brando's grandfather is the same. However, Brando knew that his ancestors had at least one time, his father was a miller anyway, and it is normal for the family to have inherited education.
And Roman is entirely because of her aunt. The inability of the descendants of the witch to be literate is purely a joke—as for the others themselves, most of them are no different from illiterate. Among the civilians in this world, there are not many literate people.
So Brando simply sat down and asked with interest: "If this is the case, why are you here? Although the Silver Lily Church is poor, it is still a formal sect recognized by the Temple of Flame."
"Sir, I don't know which sect I should belong to. The monk who taught me has passed away." The boy replied.
Brando suddenly realized that the other party may not have received formal instruction, so he can only be regarded as an ordinary believer.
His interest in this little episode lasted only a moment, and his mind quickly returned to this action. Brando had initially figured out the general situation in the mine through previous investigations, but this made him feel a little more troublesome.
As far as he knew, the swordsman-their biggest threat in this operation-he rarely appeared in the mines, and stayed in the barracks most of the time. And of course they couldn't touch the barracks to kill each other. It was easy to touch them in, but it would be a fantasy to kill each other without being discovered.
Brando didn't think of a comprehensive solution for a while, but fortunately, he had made up his mind to stay here for a week anyway, only to see if he could wait for a chance during the week.
But he was thinking about this, but he heard the weak boy coughing on the side; he turned his head and saw that with the support of the girl, the latter was coughing badly. Approximately noticing his gaze, the young man raised his head apologetically and smiled and replied: "I'm sick, sir, if you feel unwell, sit farther—"
Brando didn't care. He now has a physique close to 100. Not to mention that he is invulnerable to all diseases. At least the traditional diseases are nothing to do with him. So he shook his head and took out a water bag from his backpack: "There is clean water in it."
He knew that the water in the mining area was not meant to be drunk by humans, and some of it stinks long ago in wooden barrels.
"Thank you." The girl with some faint freckles on her face took the water bag under the boy's gesture, and then gave Brando a weird look.
Brando was puzzled by this look. When he handed the water over, he didn’t think too much—just a bag of water—as a modern man who once lived in an era of great material wealth, Brando obviously didn’t. Care about this.
But he did not realize that in a world like Warend, in fact, most people living at the bottom of society still believe in the law of the jungle where the weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected. Not everyone here is willing to pay for nothing. Reaching out to the weak.
But in any case, Brando's unintentional behavior won him the favor of the other party. After the boy took a sip of water, his cough was obviously much easier. But he didn't have the strength to speak, and was silent for a while, but the girl asked first:
"Sir, I heard you are great?"
Brando was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this question was a weird question, and it seemed that he had never considered this question. And is he really good? After comparing his past 130th level experience, he shook his head and replied: "Reluctantly..."
"Reluctantly, it is very powerful. I heard that the adventurers outside have a rank called black iron. Surely Mr. is also such a person?" the girl asked.
"It's the Black Iron rank." The boy added on the side.
Brando glanced at both of them, not understanding why they would be interested in this for a while. However, the division of occupational levels is not a secret there. In fact, many civilians know it.
"It's barely enough, it's almost." Brando imagined that he was so young and possessing the strength of black iron is already very eye-catching. Most of the mercenaries in his hand entered the black iron ranks at least 30 or 40 years old. The prime of life.
However, he is of course as inconspicuously as possible here, so he answered casually.
He saw the two people on the opposite side glance at each other, and then the girl asked: "Sir, are all adventurers like you? I mean that... Black Iron Rank?"
Brando glanced at them. "Of course not, as you know, people with the power of black iron are already considered very powerful among adventurers."
He didn't lie. No matter how strong he was, who would leave to be an adventurer, unless it was the kind of person who likes to wander around, but that kind of person is not in the majority after all.
But after answering, he added: "What do you ask this for?"
"We want to take a look outside." This time the boy spoke.
"Go on an adventure?"
The boy nodded.
Brando thought it was not a good choice to be an adventurer, but he did not discourage it. To some extent, in fact, being a miner here doesn't look better to him. He is also a young man, and he naturally understands the other side's thoughts.
However, when he looked at the other party, he suddenly remembered that the other party knew the mine better than he himself, and the other party seemed to have eliminated some of his guard against himself. Isn't it a good opportunity to inquire about the news
So he thought for a while and asked, "I heard that in the pit tunnels of Schafflund's silver mine, there are legends that some have dug through the underground world that connects the underlying Qiaogenjigang, right?"
"Sir, I don't know where Qiao Gendigang is." The boy shook his head: "But some tunnels under this silver mine do lead to the underground. Legend has it that no one can go to the end from there. Someone has disappeared because of this."
Brando thought that as expected, it seemed that the information provided by Tajib was not wrong. Suddenly he had a vague idea in his mind, so he said: "Sounds very interesting, are there any related legends?"
The boy exchanged a look with the girl next to him again, but this subtle movement did not escape Brando's eyes. In fact, they knew Brando had come for a different purpose, and now it seemed that he had come for the weird legends under the mine. This was in line with the identity of an adventurer.
"Of course." The boy nodded slowly.
"Do you want to hear it, sir?"
"Of course." Brando replied: "Speak carefully, I can pay you—" He probably noticed the other party's misunderstanding, and was happy to keep it.