Amber Sword
Chapter 110 - 46 Scenes Lv up_2

Chapter 110: 46 Scenes Lv up_2

She heard the bar owner chatting absentmindedly with the guards outside, and her tension was indescribable. She was terribly afraid the guards would suddenly open the cover and drag her out. Although she kept telling herself it was nothing, she knew well what fate awaited her if she were caught.

After a while, she heard someone knocking outside and saying, "They’re gone now, you can come out."

Frey finally opened the lid of the barrel a crack and saw that there was indeed no one outside. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then noticed everyone in the bar was looking at her with amused expressions, and someone even raised a glass in her direction.

"Well done, young lady! Daring to confront those army guys!"

"Come, have a drink!"

Frey couldn’t help but blush a little. She turned to the bar owner and said, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, it’ll be a hundred and ten Thor," the chubby owner replied with a smile. He waved his hand, and a dark-skinned girl in a plain leather skirt with a long braided hair came out from the inner room and stood beside Frey. "This is my daughter; she’ll take you to Hude’s house. By the way, young lady, here’s a piece of advice. It’s late, don’t go wandering around alone. Where’s your companion?"

Frey immediately thought of that guy Brand, feeling both angry and softhearted. She understood that Brand might have wanted her to train alone, but thinking of her previous performance, all she felt was deep shame.

She couldn’t help but tighten her grip on her sword.

"My name is Su," the girl said, reaching out her hand. "I help my father with the shop occasionally, but I’m free now. Come with me."

"Thank you, I’m Frey."

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"Someone’s fishing in troubled waters, Lord,"

Char stared at the blaze of the towering building in the distance and replied.

Brand furrowed his brows, not expecting there to be another force in the city. The Noble Council’s fire hadn’t helped him; instead, it had caused him quite a bit of trouble.

The timing was impeccable; he thought for a moment—it had to be someone on the inside who knew they had escaped the prison.

He recalled the scene from that night, thinking it might have been one of those nobles, but who? And what was their goal? Brand shook his head to clear these muddled thoughts. Being used felt a bit unpleasant, but as a small, insignificant person, he didn’t have the luxury to feel that way.

"I hope it won’t cause too much trouble," he said. "But we shouldn’t let it affect us. Since someone is helping, that’s even better. We just need to focus on our own tasks."

"But you still haven’t answered me, what are we going to do, Lord?" Char asked from beside him.

"Someone borrowed my sword, and I’m certainly going to get it back." Brand knew Oberg the Seventh wasn’t a magnanimous person, but he didn’t know how close that so-called favored retainer really was.

"Who?"

"An Earl."

Char burst out laughing, "I’ve never seen anyone as dauntless as you, Lord. Do you really think the noose isn’t tight enough for your neck?"

"We broke out of the dungeon to avoid the noose, so why would I care if one more noose gets added?" Brand couldn’t help but chuckle. To be honest, he was very nervous, but he found his servant quite amusing.

"That’s true, but Lord, what’s your plan?"

"We’ll attack head-on, the more noise we make, the better."

Char couldn’t help but glance at Brand, despite his calm demeanor, his bloodless face and pale hands betrayed his nervousness. But even then, he remained composed, methodically arranging his plans.

"What happens if you die?" Brand asked after thinking for a moment.

"If a card dies on the battlefield, it goes to the graveyard. Until you, Lord, can draw me out, I’ll stay there." Char replied.

"If that’s the case, I’ll need to be more careful."

Brand said as he calculated the time. After figuring out how much time he had left, he raised his right hand, signaling the Stone Statue Ghost to grab him from midair—

Char raised his hand as well.

The two exchanged glances and nodded. The Stone Statue Ghost swiftly rose into the air, using the cover of night to fly over a small wooded hill in Ridenburg.

The wind whistled past their ears, and Char couldn’t help but ask, "Lord, are you sure an Earl would be staying in this forest, not in that castle behind you?"

He was referring to the castle on the small island at the confluence of the Yu Song River and the Weishi River.

"What did you say? I can’t hear you over the wind!"

"I’m saying, did you fly in the wrong direction, Lord?"

"Me? Of course not. Did I ever say I was going to trouble the Earl immediately?"

"Then what are we doing?"

"Leveling up, of course! To do a good job, one must first sharpen their tools, understand?"

"Level up? Is that some ancient language?"

"Nonsense! Let me tell you, there are three metrics in a game that always exist, and they are skills, equipment, and attributes," Brand shouted into the wind. "When you look at these three, at least one will help you. If you ever become a Great Mage, you’ll thank me for telling you this secret."

"Game?"

"Life is like a game, and games are like life, understand?"

"Barely, Lord, you are truly profound—" Char said insincerely, feeling only that flying in the night air was freezing, as if his limbs were about to go numb.

Brand, however, kept his eyes on the forest, thinking he had at most fifteen minutes left.

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Inside Yusong Castle—

The middle-aged man sat on the sofa, scrutinizing the leaf-shaped treasure sword for a long time, then put it down. His expression remained unchanged, still showing a stern facade, but the cold look in his eyes became more pronounced.

"What do you think?" asked a shadowy figure behind him.

"This should be the sword. I don’t know how that young man managed to get it. But regardless, he must disappear from this World. However, the two women next to him are quite appealing; I’m very interested."

"A little hobby is harmless, but don’t let it interfere with the main task."

"If I don’t give them a hint, those short-sighted fools wouldn’t think of using my name to act. But they were the ones who killed, so any flattery or bootlicking won’t lead anyone to suspect us. As long as everything appears reasonable, who cares about personal reputation?"

The middle-aged man’s thin lips curled into a cold smile. "As you said, a small hobby is harmless."

The figure smiled, shifting his gaze back to the sword. "Have you noticed anything?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "It’s not that easy."