But what does the Golden Tree BOSS mean 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 memory, 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 time, 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 moment, he heard a clanging sound of metal. Brand’s ears twitched. For someone with some 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 meaningless. Moreover, avoiding danger means 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 demeanor carried a sense of awe without anger. If someone 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 immediately realized who the old man was. That must be Brand’s grandfather, a veteran of the November War, and a recipient of the Candlelight Medal. My goodness, that was remarkable. Although Erune was already on the decline, medals from the Flame Temple were not easy to come by—
But this time, the dream set by the Golden Magic Tree seemed somewhat different from the game. Brand’s heart tightened. But just this hesitation immediately 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 immediately realized that he had unknowingly been affected. This was different from the game. The game system could not manipulate people’s thoughts, but here it was completely different.
This made the battle much harder than in the game!
Brand couldn’t help but take a deep breath and touched his waist pocket. Fortunately, he still had his biggest reliance. Although there were some surprises, the situation was at least under control.
With this in mind, he calmed 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.
(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 recommendations and favorites.)