Amber Sword
Chapter 209: Scene 33 ’Red Copper Dragon’ Reto 2

Chapter 209: Scene 33 ’Red Copper Dragon’ Reto 2

And the future Valkyrie, Frey, blushing and lowering her head, thought and thought again—only then reluctantly accepted it and softly said thank you to him.

Brand was used to Frey’s coyness, but when he turned his head, he saw Batom quietly giving him a thumbs up from the side. Brand was momentarily stunned and then couldn’t help but laugh. This red bearded man surely had many thoughts; he just didn’t want the two girls to be disappointed.

After this brief interlude, the group proceeded through the entire street and found their destination at the end of Black Pine Avenue.

The headquarters of the Silver Wing Cavalry—

In fact, they hadn’t even entered yet when they saw the sneaky Little Phenix outside. It seemed this little guy had been doing pretty well recently; he had even gained a bit of weight. Little Phenix could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the three of them and couldn’t help but rub his eyes.

"Big Sister!"

"Brand!"

"Romantic!"

The boy exclaimed in surprise, jumping down from a rock at the entrance of the headquarters and looking at them with an expression suggesting he was in a dream: "Heavens, am I not dreaming?"

Frey saw the reckless fellow and instinctively wanted to scold him. But when she was about to speak, it turned into: "Little Phenix, where is everyone?"

"Everyone’s here, we’re all okay, Big Sister!" Then he looked at Brand with a worshipping expression and said, "Big brother Brand, everyone knows about what happened in Ridenburg now—those refugees you rescued came to Dragos, and then your deeds spread. Big brother Brand, did you really fight alongside the super powerful mercenary ’Red Copper Dragon’ Reto—"

"Red Copper Dragon Reto?" Brand was stunned. Although he had expected it, he didn’t realize people had given Reto such a title.

"Kid, what do you know about being powerful?" Batom, though he knew this version of the rumor was Brand’s arrangement among the refugees—he didn’t know why the young man didn’t want to take the spotlight—couldn’t help but interject.

"Of course I know, leading hundreds of people through the siege of tens of thousands of undead doesn’t count as powerful?" Little Phenix replied confidently: "Red Copper Dragon Reto, it’s said he’s a veteran of the November War, just like Captain Madden, of course he’s powerful! By the way, who are you, this uncle?"

Batom almost choked to death, but just as he was about to respond, Little Phenix’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted: "Are you Red Beard Batom!"

"Hey, kid, you recognize me?" Batom was surprised.

"Of course I know you, now hardly anyone in Brags doesn’t know you. It’s spreading everywhere—Red Beard Batom, who makes even undead tremble! If you ask the cavalry officers inside, even they know!" Little Phenix said, eyes shining.

"Makes undead tremble, that title isn’t bad." Everyone loves compliments, and Batom was no exception. But just as he smiled proudly, he remembered the young man who created all these miracles still standing nearby and quickly restrained his smile, scolding: "Hmph, a bunch of fools."

Little Phenix was stunned, not understanding the scolding. But being young, he naturally assumed that anyone with exceptional skills must have a quirky personality, so he didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he looked at Brand and said: "Big brother Brand, you’re so powerful, you must be an important member among those mercenaries, right?"

Brand smiled, rubbed the little guy’s head, and nodded.

"See, I was right, those kids on the street didn’t believe me."

Frey listened from the side, feeling quite uncomfortable. She glanced at Brand and thought of him as a liar. But when she recalled the scene of Brand charging forward in the midst of thousands of troops, her heart couldn’t help but beat faster, forcing her to turn her head to the side.

Meanwhile, Romantic stood by with a smile on her face, seemingly lost in thoughts of her own.

During their conversation, the news of the ’hero of Ridenburg’ returning had already spread near the cavalry headquarters. The townsfolk, naturally inclined to watch the excitement, soon crowded the surrounding streets. Even some young Silver Wing Cavalry members couldn’t help but come out in groups to see the people who had fought their way out from tens of thousands of undead.

These people belonged to the White Mane Legion, many of whom had fought against Madara’s troops, so they knew how tough their opponents were. Initially, the Silver Wing Cavalry did not believe these absurd rumors, but as the rumors spread day by day, coupled with the fact that many of the refugees were indeed their colleagues from Ridenburg, the commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry, Sir Shonaer, realized they might be facing the truth.

After all, thousands of refugees were still gathered near Brags, although no one had ever seen the legendary Red Copper Dragon Reto.

This was considered a huge achievement.

Therefore, the views of the high-ranking officers and lower-ranking officers were entirely different. The higher-ups were eager to contact them to figure out what was going on, while the lower-ranking officers felt a hint of rivalry.

"Phenix, are they really the mercenaries from Ridenburg?"

Brand soon saw several young people emerge from the crowd, asking Little Phenix.

"Of course, this is my Big Sister. This is my big brother Brand, and this is..." Little Phenix pointed at Batom, playing a guessing game.

"He isn’t Red Beard Batom, is he?"

The faces of the young people changed; after all, Batom’s prominent red beard was indeed unmistakable.

"Heh, smart of you." Little Phenix was practically ecstatic, feeling like his tail was going to wag to the sky. He had always known Brand was powerful, but he didn’t expect him to be associated with those legendary figures.

Earlier, he had been boasting, but no one believed him at all. Today, seeing the dumbfounded expressions of these fellows was worth the price of admission.

While he was bragging here, Brand felt several unfriendly glances coming from the Silver Wing Cavalry’s direction. He wasn’t surprised; he had made those arrangements initially also to avoid taking the spotlight since his strength was still weak, making it unsuitable for him to stand out immediately.

So he had thought of finding someone to take the heat; Batom was the best choice, but he needed someone familiar with the terrain, so he settled for Reto instead.

But Brand didn’t realize that even so, it still aroused the grievances of the military. He sighed, realizing he had to stay alert.

Trouble caused by coveting a reputation wasn’t just something he had seen in reality; he had seen plenty of it in games as well.

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