Amber Sword
Chapter 203: Act 31 The Lord of Secret Silver Castle, Turaman (Celebrating the 4th Generation’s Maiden Flight, 5th Update)

Chapter 203: Act 31 The Lord of Secret Silver Castle, Turaman (Celebrating the 4th Generation’s Maiden Flight, 5th Update)

In the Amber Sword, a legend has long been circulated in the southern part of Golan-Elsen. It is said that a scholar as high as Level 120 lives hidden on Pine Forest Avenue between Ankeze and Brags. This legend has been spreading since the year 380 of the First Epoch, always driving people to seek it out. However, it was only four years later that a player first truly encountered this legendary figure.

Brand knew this person, he was called Turaman.

Turaman? Mithril? Osteran, the master of the Secret Silver Castle, a great scholar, and also an intermediate-level wizard.

He was the silver leader of the Twelve-Circle Magic Society. Later, after this organization disbanded in the Year of Seven Colors, he left Kanaiqi (a floating city of Bujia) and returned to Golan-Elsen to live in seclusion.

In the game, during a good month with enough patience, he would help some players with the occupation of scholar as a sub-job. Of course, most of the time, his mood was not great when disturbed by ordinary people. Therefore, after the initial hype, most players returned to the noble library in Bragsburg, as registering to become a scholar only required spending a little money and did not involve dealing with NPCs’ attitudes, making no difference.

However, players are strange creatures who always try to uncover some unknown secrets, so there have always been people attempting to gain some benefits from this old man. Although Brand didn’t know if any had succeeded, he had to say, this time, it was his turn.

There would be no loss anyway, maybe he might succeed? Moreover, Brand had always suspected there was some connection between the "sub-job" of Silver Castle Scholar in the game and this old man, but he never had the chance to test it.

Now, with a ready opportunity on the way, he certainly wouldn’t give it up.

But he didn’t expect Turaman to live not in this village but on a slope a few miles away. Previously, in the game, he only knew the approximate address. This oversight in the real world wasted nearly half of his morning.

Half-hearted efforts indeed bring harm.

Four people strolling in the forest, the areas from Anzek to Bragsburg were densely populated, so the forest did not have the primitive appearance of the Bu Qi Region. It was more like a road full of rustic charm passing through the tree shade, with wooden fences standing on both sides at intervals, and fallen leaves covering the gravel ground.

Walking in such a place, it unconsciously made people relax. Frey was staring at the beautiful scenery of the forest in a daze, while Romantic was walking behind her with hands folded, glancing around as if finding it all very interesting.

Only Brand was used to these sights, having walked for nearly an hour made him a bit impatient, he couldn’t help but look back and ask, "Batom, are you sure the person we are looking for lives in such a place?"

Batom wiped his red beard, took off his hat, and replied, "Absolutely sure, Lord. If you are looking for an old man with a big white beard who likes to wear a grey robe that drags to the ground, then there is surely only this one around here. Rest assured, I, Batom, am very reliable in gathering information—"

Brand nodded.

Batom was still trustworthy. Every task he handled in the past month was well done, of course, some were done in a mercenary manner. In fact, Batom himself was quite accustomed to following Brand’s orders. He was not as arrogant as many nobles—he knew he was a mercenary leader, and thus he commanded Batom as a mercenary leader should be commanded.

Red-bearded Batom was sincerely convinced by this, believing this is the true level a leader should possess.

However, the only mystery was the relationship between Brand and his wizard follower, named Char. This young man appeared and disappeared from time to time, creating an aura of mystery.

Sometimes Batom wondered what exactly were these master and servant doing, but in the end, he could only attribute it to the profoundness of the Highland Knight.

Talking as they went, the forest finally came to an end. Ahead, Frey let out a soft "ah," and then everyone before them saw a bright view. A dirt path on the hill leading to a lone small wooden house sitting atop a mound.

It was quite a peculiar house. When they approached closer, Brand found it like half a wooden barrel turned upside down on the ground, with the door in the center of the "barrel" and arched windows on both sides—there were potted flowers on the window sills, purple or silver, even though Brand could not name them. They looked like hyacinths. The young man thought so until he saw moonlight grass planted in the garden, realizing these might all be rare magic materials.