But everyone understood what he meant; they were all stunned. Was he really so easygoing?
But Brand knew that the problem was probably not so simple. However, he still openly replied, "I'm going to deal with the Lizardman thieves in the forest. It's also to fulfill Medisha's wish, and I hope to get your help."
"This is a battle among the living; how can the dead intervene?" Aisotan asked.
Damn! What a crafty old fox! Brand cursed in his heart but still answered, "No, this does concern you."
Brand raised his head and, for the first time, had the courage to look directly into the other's eyes. "Those lizardmen probably have connections with the Shepherd Tree Men."
"Shepherd Tree Men?" Aisotan asked in a low tone.
"After the Saint War ended, the Dark Dragon was forever confined. The Miner people were also driven to the northern tundra by our ancestor, Flame King Gilte. Everyone says that no one has seen them since, but in fact, they've always existed." Brand spoke confidently. "They dispersed, integrating into the human world, calling themselves Shepherd Tree Men, Silver Sky Snakes, secretly engaging in activities to overthrow civilization. They're preparing for the Dark Dragon's return."
Antitina suddenly exclaimed. She looked at Brand in shock. She knew about the Miners, but she didn't expect the Shepherd Tree Men to be the legendary dark people. She was even more surprised that Brand knew about this. And it seemed he had known for a long time. But weren't these things dangerous? If Brand knew, then surely the higher-ranking nobles also knew. Why didn't they have the intention to thoroughly drive out these organizations?
She certainly wouldn't think that Brand was lying. No one would dare to lie in front of an Elf Ancestor. But if the Miner people still existed, then what about the Dark Dragon? Was it really as Brand said, preparing for another return?
The previous dark age, the Saint War, lasted nearly seven centuries. It was a hellish chaotic era. She couldn't imagine the world returning to such chaos. Moreover, the Golden Bloodline that fought against the Dark Dragon was completely gone, and the Silver Clan was declining. How could the Bronze and Black Iron people save this world once again?
The noble daughter's face couldn't help but turn a bit pale.
And after hearing Brand's words, Aisotan's silver eyebrows also raised. "Are those dark remnants still active everywhere?" He sighed. "Gilte was too soft-hearted. I warned him during my lifetime. Unfortunately, this young man seemed not to have heeded my words in the end. Perhaps that's precisely why you call him King…"
Brand was silent, while Roman, Hu Que, Antitina, and the others were so shocked they could hardly speak. Finally, the younger of the Elemental Mage sisters stammered, "Ai…Aisotan, you said King Gilte was soft-hearted?"
Brand glanced at them, understanding why they were so surprised. Because in history, Flame King Gilte was notorious for his iron will and coldness. This emperor, who single-handedly built human civilization, was among the last Saints of the Saint War and one of the Four Saints. Most of the stories about him detailed how he cold-bloodedly established his dynasty and drove the Miner people to the harsh northern land.
But Brand knew that the history known to players was different. However, he couldn't say much more.
To avoid the topic shifting, he had to interrupt, saying, "The lizardmen are actually spying on the Royal Tomb here. From Medisha's words, they've probably been near the temple more than once. Your Majesty, you have slept here for generations, so you must have some awareness of everything around."
Aisotan finally nodded. He glanced at the two Wild Elf girls. Although he could tell they were elves, the Silver Bloodline had dispersed too widely in the past, so he couldn't identify which lineage these two girls belonged to.
Brand answered, a confident smile appearing on the young man's face.
Aisotan also smiled gently for the first time, but his smile quickly faded, turning cold again. "Although the dark creatures couldn't possibly break through Lord Martha's Holy Sanctuary, the ancient sacred oath remains in effect. On the path against the dark forces, we, human allies, always stand together." Get full chapters from noveⅼfire.net
"Sincerely, thank you." Brand put his hand on his chest and bowed. In the game, he had learned how to interact with these high-level NPCs.
"So what should we do?" At this moment, Antitina finally gathered the courage to ask.
She glanced at Brand and saw encouragement in his eyes.
"My guards, I will lend them to you," Aisotan answered. "In life, they were the bravest warriors of the Silver Elves. In death, they vowed to be eternal foes of darkness. They will follow you to eliminate every enemy in the dark, but the altar is weakening. They can't leave this area for long or project for too long, finally…" He paused.
"Take good care of Medisha. She is a pitiable child." The Elf Emperor said softly.
Antitina, Brand, and Roman all nodded together.
However, the noble daughter quickly turned to Brand and whispered, "He trusts us so much?" She thought there would be some sort of test or something, but she didn't expect Aisotan to be so easygoing.
"Of course," Brand said solemnly, whispering, "You don't understand the conditions under which the alliance between humans and other races was signed in their era. The agreement, known as the Holy Covenant, almost didn't involve any interests. It was purely for survival. In that era, all races opposing the Dark Dragon's rule were as close as brothers. Otherwise, the war wouldn't have continued…"
"You mean the Saint War?" Antitina asked softly.
But suddenly, he had a thought, his eyebrows furrowing, and he quickly turned to one direction. He immediately saw Hu Que's equally serious eyes. The Mercenary Captain said in his mind, "Card Resonance—"
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