volume 3 - Chapter 236 – The final preparation, tomb and female commander (2/2)

Her words reminded Brendel. A thought sprang up in his mind to move the Lycanthropes over. The citizens of Firburh were still unable to accept the Senians right now, and having the latter to stay at the lumber mill was not a solution.

[I should give this task to Medissa. She’s now the instructor for the Tree Elves, and she does have the capability to persuade the Lycanthropes.]

After a.s.signing the various tasks, Brendel finally set off with Ciel and got onto the horse carriage. Scarlett did not leave his side, seemingly only at ease when she was around him. Little Romaine was naturally the same, though it was more like she was a rock holding on to the youth’s leg.

The underground city was located in a valley three hours away from Schafflund. The group had to travel for more than half a day in the verdant forest before they saw the emerald valley that ran through the south and north Trentheim. Mountain ridges ran endlessly before their eyes, and a long stream flowed below them.

There were a few scattered tents in the distant forest made by Ciel’s training apprentices and a group of mercenaries, with the goal of preventing other local adventurers from claiming the spot.

Brendel recognized one of the apprentices.

[What was his name…… Right, Alistair, the young magician whose companions were killed by Graudin.]

“That man Alistair stayed behind? I recall that he comes from a n.o.ble family.” Brendel asked.

“He stayed behind all this time after Graudin’s death. He’s one of my best apprentices.” Ciel replied.

Alistair bowed respectfully when Brendel alighted the horse carriage. His silent pair of burning eyes

during their first encounter was the reason why Brendel remembered him, but there was only a modest expression on them.

“My Lord, our destination is underneath the valley. We have dug the area lightly and discovered a pa.s.sageway approximately fifty meters in length. We suspect it is a catacomb but the interiors have collapsed and filled with soil and rubble. I had ordered the men to cast spells to detect if there’s magic or metal in the area, but there’s no useful result.” Alistair reported in a clear tone.

Brendel was a little delighted to discover Alistair’s talent. It was easy to find veteran mercenaries in Trentheim, but it was rare to find someone who had insight. They were either learned priests working the Holy Cathedral of Fire or n.o.bles who had a good upbringing. If he were to get mercenaries to be in charge of things, he would be thankful if they did not cause trouble instead.

The youth continued to listen to Alistair’s report while he surveyed the surroundings.

[That stream…… It can become a river during the raining seasons, which would then flood the underground dungeon. That’s the reason why the interiors collapsed and blocked with mud. In regards to the Cards of Fates, however, only a Planeswalker would be able to sense them.]

“Have you try to dig away the rubble?”

“We attempted to do so and cleared it partially, but there was some kind of barrier preventing access to the inner tombs. We tried many ways but we are unable to circ.u.mvent it.” Alistair answered in a slightly dismayed tone.

“Magic barrier? Bring me there to inspect it.” Brendel’s interest was piqued.

“As you wish, My Lord.” The young magician bowed.

As the group of people pa.s.sed through the camp, The mercenaries all looked up in reverence. They knew that the young lord was someone who was unafraid of power and fought against Count Randner all because of a promise made to a little girl.

The imprisoned n.o.bles who were captured and imprisoned in Firburh’s filled prison were ransomed for gold. Some were eventually released and they brought back the information to Count Randner where he killed two Gold-ranked swordsmen with just four strikes, making it known throughout the entire kingdom.

This was a true man.

Everyone who was looking at the youth thought that.

[How unexpected. Jana’s here too?]

The red-haired, green-eyed commander was wearing a white s.h.i.+rt and tight pants that fully accentuated her lower half’s curvy figure. She wore a loose belt and a pair of long boots, resembling a stereotypical female pirate. She was tying her warhorse to a tree when she happened to look around. Her long hair flowed against the wind like a waterfall, and she widened her eyes slightly when she saw the youth.

“Ah. Well, the mines are just too boring. I heard that a catacomb was found and wanted to look at it, but it seems like I was caught slacking on my very first attempt. How unlucky,” Jana glanced at the surrounding mercenaries, “but I must say that you are becoming more and more renowned, My Lord.”

The youth coughed awkwardly. This female commander’s figure was a little too hot. Her s.h.i.+rt was tucked into her pants and a pair of ample white crescents were exposed to the air, even making it seem like her s.h.i.+rt was about to burst. It was not just him, Ciel had great difficulty in tearing his eyes away from that ‘gulf’.

“That’s certainly stimulating!” Ciel blurted out in the telepathic channel.

Brendel’s lips spasmed, but he quickly composed himself and studied the uniforms around him. The mercenaries and adventurers were all wearing an a.s.sorted mix of clothes, completely living in their own ways. Now that he was recognized as Firburh’s lord, it was time to unify a set of uniforms. The uniform of Aouine’s armies was navy blue, while the private soldiers typically wore the colors of the House’s emblems.

But Brendel had a different idea in mind.

He nodded at Jana:

“That’s fine. Since the commander of my mercenaries is interested, how about coming along with me?”

“As you command,” Jana answered with a small smile, “but you’re too polite, My Lord. I am willing to be your knight, please call out my name directly.”

[Knight? Retainer?]

Brendel felt the subtle meaning behind Jana’s words.

The female commander was very cool about it. Ever since Count Randner’s defeat, she had been completely won over. It was a dream for a mercenary to find a good lord to work for, and though she did not know what Cornelius and Raban thought, she believed that they had the same thoughts.

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