The room was quiet after Brendel entered, but he did not mind the situation and walked between the small gaps available before sitting down on the only empty bed. Everyone’s eyes followed him, especially Maher who continued to frown as he stared at Brendel.

  [Why are they on their guards? Do I look terrifying? Or is it because there’s another reason?]

  Brendel shook his head inwardly. For some reason, their muscles were stiff, and their hearts pounded loudly. However, he did not want to remove their anxiety. While they had agreed not to report his strange behavior, but who knew if their minds changed? It would be better to observe their movements.

  The strange tension continued to the evening because of his presence.

  Due to the number of workers pouring into the silver mines when they returned, the work usually started on the second morning, which gave Brendel much time to familiarize himself with the mines.

  He had passed on the frightening meal offered for dinner. There was no possibility of identifying what was cooked in the pot, and the green-like paste looked like it was some kind of witch’s potion as it carried a rotten stench to it. Brendel nearly emptied the contents of his stomach, not to mention eating it.

  He was secretly thankful for Jana’s reminder to bring sufficient dry rations. At the same time, he wondered if she had done similar related work to foresee the necessity of carrying his own food.

  He stealthily confirmed several locations in the other camping areas after touring the valley once before returning to the place he was assigned to. He immediately saw the slightly malnourished youth when he entered the place.

  The other young men in the group had gone out for their meals, with the exception of the girl who was also sitting beside the malnourished youth.

  “Are you not going to go for your meal?” Brendel asked, wondering if their relationships with the group were bad. It was common in some groups after all, but the youth shook his head.

  “I don’t eat dinner.” The young man replied. He did not seem like he was afraid of Brendel like the other youths were.

  [Don’t eating dinner? Perhaps he’s a follower of the Temple of Silver Lily?]

  In his memories, only the suffering believers who lived in poverty had this strange habit. The reason the believers did not take the evening meal was to pay tribute to the King of Fire, Gatel, at his worst period in his life. The humans led by him in that era desperately tried to escape the assault from the Miirna by going into the wilderness, and countless people starved to deaths as a result.

  The youth nodded to Brendel’s question.

  [The Temple of Silver Lily branches off from the Holy Cathedral of Fire. It’s quite common in Arreck, but the typical believers don’t fast, and the ones who do are apprentices taught in the religion’s ways.]

  “Did you learn their ways as an apprentice?” Brendel asked.

  “Yes, and no. I had studied the doctrine alongside with an apprentice, but I have not entered the Temple as one.”


  “Does that mean you can read if you studied with the apprentice?”


  The youth nodded. Brendel thought he was quite impressive. Freya recognized a few words because she was fortunate enough to encounter Captain Marden.

  Many old veterans could not write and read, but his own grandfather was another exception, and his family was sufficiently well-off for him to be educated, while Romaine was taught by her aunt. It would be a joke if she did not learn how to read as a witch’s descendant.

  But in this world, there were not many literate commoners.

  “If that’s the case, why have you come here? Even though the Temple of Silver Lily doesn’t receive many donations, it’s a legitimate religion recognized by the Holy Cathedral of Flames.” Brendel sat down and asked curiously.

  “I don’t know if I belong to the Temple. The priest who taught me has passed away.”


  Brendel’s curiosity only lasted for a moment.

  [I see. Without a formal introduction from a ranked personnel, he can only be considered as an ordinary believer.]

  His thoughts quickly went back to his operation. He had roughly understood the terrain within the silver mines, but he felt the situation was becoming more and more troublesome.

  The Gold-ranked swordsman rarely appeared within the mines and mostly stayed within the army building. Sneaking into there was still doable, but capturing him there without being found out was nearly impossible.

  He was currently unable to come up with a plan, but since he already planned to stay for a week, he could only wait and see if an opportunity came up. While he was thinking, the malnourished youth suddenly started coughing severely.

  The latter felt Brendel’s gaze on him and said with a slightly apologetic smile: “I’m a little ill. If you feel uncomfortable, you can sit a little further away.”


  Brendel was not worried. He had nearly 100 OZ worth of Physique and was literally invulnerable to sickness. He shook his head and retrieved a waterskin bag from his bag as he knew that the water within the mines was not for human consumption. The barrels that contained water was starting to smell foul.

  “I have clean water here. Go ahead and drink it,” he said.

  “Thank you.” The girl with a few freckles on her face accepted the waterskin bag under with the approval of her companion and looked at Brendel like he was an exotic animal.

  [Why is she looking at me like that now? It’s just water……]

  Brendel naturally did not mind something so trivial when he came from a world where the necessities of life were freely available. But the backward world of Vaunte went with a different principle; the lowest social class mostly believed that the weak were prey to the strong. Not many would extend their hands to the weak.

  But this act won a favorable impression from the two. It was clear that the ill-looking youth felt much better after drinking several mouthfuls of water. The silence continued for a while before the girl broke the silence between them.

  “Mister, I heard that you’re quite amazing?”


  Brendel blinked. The question sounded really strange. Still, he had not considered this question properly. Was he amazing or not? He compared himself earnestly with his former self at level 130, before shaking his head: “Hardly so……”


  “‘Hardly so’ still means you’re impressive. I heard that the adventurer’s ranks are something about a metal rank, I assume mister is someone like that?” She asked.

  “It’s Iron-ranked.” The youth beside her corrected.

  Brendel glanced at them, unsure why they were interested. But the distribution of ranks was not a secret, and many commoners knew about it.

  “I still lack by a hair’s breadth to reach that level,” Brendel said. He felt that someone of his age having an Iron-ranked status was too conspicuous. The Iron-ranked mercenaries under him were nearly thirty to forty years old.

  The lower his profile was, the better it was for him in this camp, so he randomly replied.

  “Mister, are all the mercenaries like you? At that…… Iron-ranked level?” The girl asked again.

  “Of course not. I think your friend knows that adventurers possessing an Iron-rank are considered to be skilled. But why do you ask?”


  Brendel was not lying. Hardly anyone would want to become an adventurer if their skills were higher than an Iron-rank. The rare exception was those who liked to travel everywhere like a nomad.

  “We want to take a look at the outside world.” This time it was the youth who answered.

  “To go on adventures?”


  “Yes.”


  Brendel did not think it was a good decision, but he did not persuade them. From a certain point of view, this mining job truthfully looked like it was an awful one. Furthermore, he was also young enough to understand why they would feel this way.

  [Hmm. That Maher fellow isn’t here now, and it seems like the two in front of me are less wary. Isn’t this a good time to get information from them? They have been in here longer than I am.]

  “I heard rumors about the silver mines’ tunnels. Do they lead to the Jurgen Underworld?”


  “I don’t know what that Jurgen Underworld is, mister,” the youth shook his head, “but there are tunnels which lead further down. The rumors say that no one has ever walked till the end of it, and people had gotten lost because of that.”


  Brendel nodded inwardly. It seemed like Tagiv’s provided information was not wrong. He suddenly had a hazy idea to kill two birds with one stone, so he continued to ask: “That sounds very interesting, are there any related legends about them?”


  The two people in front exchanged furtive glances, but it did not escape Brendel’s eyes. Since the two people in front of him knew he had other intentions in his mind, he started to lead them into a direction where it seemed like he came for the strange rumors like an adventurer.

  “Of course there is,” the youth said and slowly nodded.

  “Would you like to listen, mister?” The girl asked.

  “Of course,” Brendel answered with a smile, “I can give you money for any interesting information you heard about the mines in detail……”


  volume 1 - 7

  Ch 7 – The plan

  “Then, where exactly are we?”


  Sophie started to inquire for the news that he wished to know after he flawlessly got hold of the conversation’s direction. He found that he had really changed a little. In the past, the only time he was able to be this eloquent was during the time he was in the game.

  Perhaps he still treated this world as ‘The Amber Sword’.

  The experiences he had in the game when faced the youths in front of him, were enough to treat them like children.

  He had naturally developed an air of confidence that affected all the people here, whether if it’s Freya or the ones behind her. The center of the topic had shifted to Sophie without them realizing it.

  Even the ones far away raised their head and turned to him.

  “This place is the Red Pine Forest. Don’t move.” The girl with the ponytail took a deep breath and tried hard to calm down and reply.

  Sophie gazed at the future War Goddess in surprise. She had quickly learned to control her temper quickly, although she was still a little inexperienced.

  “The Red Pine Forest,” Sophie repeated her words, then recoiled in shock. “Wait, why are you here?”


  He remembered this place was called the ‘Dwarven valley’ in the game where level 14 brown bears nested. But it was Bucce’s southern region, and the militia had no reasons to appear here.

  “We came to look for you.”


  “Actually we came to find Miss Romaine, she’s Boss-neesama’s friend.”


  “She’s also a member of the third’ platoon.”


  The ones behind her started talking together.

  “Have you defeated the Madara’s vanguard?” Sophie asked Freya the most important question in his heart.

  “How’s that possible!” The young girl looked puzzledly at him, as if to ask him why he asked such a silly question. “The leader of the guards covered the villagers and retreated from the north. We are the ones who got separated from the rest. The monsters in the main road are getting more and more numerous, and we could only proceed to the south. Besides that I was also worried about Romaine……”


  “Therefore everyone came here?” Sophie’s felt his heart sank.

  The girl nodded as if it was the most natural thing, her long ponytail bobbing up and down.

  Then Freya suddenly felt a little strange. This youth was not Captain Marden, why did she felt like she was speaking to someone with a higher rank!

  Sophie tapped his forehead pensively. He did not know whether to describe their actions as naive or foolish. They already had trouble surviving and they still wanted to save others.

  No, maybe it could be described as kindness.

  But the battlegrounds did not need unnecessary kindness, they would only harm themselves.

  Sophie became silent, but his heart was languishing into a spiral of lamentation. He had set his own grandfather’s house on fire to warn the village, but history still repeated itself and continued to travel to its original pathways.

  There were even people here who were as stupid as a log.

  Mother Marsha, what kind of joke are you pulling here?

  He sighed in his heart. The things that he could change were too little. The wheels of history could not be stopped by a meager force. It was absolutely necessary that he got stronger, but before that he had to survive.

  “Captain Marden, it appears that even I am unable to save you.”


  Why would Brumand’s black rose, the Madara, invade the borders before the fifth moon’s celebration of eternal death? This was such an obvious scheme, would it not harm them instead?

  Sophie’s original expectations were completely dashed, and it left him with an empty feeling. He found out at the end that for all his hard work, it did not affect history in the slightest. It was a heavy blow that left him dispirited.

  But he only possessed the strength of an average man, he had done his best.

  “Brendel!”


  As he silently grumbled inwards to himself, an elated voice rang out beside him. Sophie turned his head back, and saw the merchant girl with a face full of disbelief and surprised joy appearing at the other side of the forest. There was another girl at Romaine’s side, wearing a suit of greyish white leather armor. She must have gone to notify Romaine.

  Romaine dashed over like the wind to Sophie’s side and studied him carefully, as if she was afraid of him suddenly disappearing.

  “I knew it. You would surely be okay.” She said with great relief and happiness.

  “Oh, Brendel. Freya didn’t let me go back to Bucce, I……” Then the merchant girl started to explain urgently, as if she was afraid of him getting angry.

  “It’s fine now. I am alright.” He gently replied.

  “Really?”


  “Really.” He nodded.

  “Romaine, please don’t move him. Brendel’s wounds are very grave.” Freya brows knitted together like they were going to touch one another. Did these two people know how grave these injuries were? He was just one step from meeting Mother Marsha!

  “It’s fine.” Even though Romaine said that, she stuck her tongue out and stood up.

  Sophie smiled. The personality of the merchant’s girl was simply that way. He looked at both of the pretty girls and could not help but admired the scene.

  If he did not teleport to this world, perhaps the merchant girl would have met the same fate as Brendel did. The Madara invaders were merciless.

  He peered at the others. Amongst all of them, who would survive at the very end of this battle? He clearly remembered the survivors from the militia and the guards were less than one out of ten.

  But he was here now, and perhaps there was a deviation in history. There were many things he did not know, but at least the people around him should be saved. These youths were the future seeds of this kingdom.

  Sophie absolutely refused to let history repeat itself.

  “Alright, let’s get back to the important topic. Do you know how grave the situation is right now?” The young man exhaled, trying hard not to show off painful he felt. He knew that he needed to rest desperately, but the current circumstances prevented him from doing so.

  His gaze landed on everyone, and Freya and the young militia looked startled. Romaine blinked her eyes playfully.

  “Huh?”


  Sophie coughed weakly. He said: “What are you going to do next? If I am not wrong, the Madara undead has taken control of the main road?”


  Silence fell upon them.

  “H, how did you know?” Freya looked at him in surprise.

  (Of course I know, I even lived through it.)

  Sophie’s heart replied. But the the surprised looks made him a little pleased.

  Knowing the future had advantages.

  But that feeling could not cover the anxiety in his heart. Madara’s attacks in the the fourth month was swift and decisive. He needed to create a comprehensive plan to protect himself.

  Including these youths.

  The enemies that Bucce faced was the left wing of the Madara’s army. Leading this army was the future infamous ‘Black Lord’, Incirsta. Even though he was merely a twenty something novice now, this rising star had began to show off his prowess at the start of this battle.

  And what did he had right now? He was merely a nameless person in history. The single advantage he had was the knowledge of the future. With that, he would be able to handle the series of events, but he needed to make good use of the opportunities.

  He had only two chances.

  The first would be the safer route by picking the ‘Valley of Jagged Rocks’. He recalled that it took the One-eyed Tarkus, Incirsta’s right hand, seventeen days to control this region.

  But the distance was too far away. He was worried that he could not reach there in time to break through before the enemy surrounded there. Unless there were horses of course, but where would he find them for these ten odd people here?

  The other option left was to break through the ‘River of Daggers’ before the battle between the ‘Undead Ghosts’ led by Vesa and the ‘White Knights’ by Ivanton took place.

  Currently there was only one necromancer leading a small skeleton army patrolling there.

  He rubbed the cold ring on his finger. With the Ring of the Wind Empress, was it not a simple task to break through the defence line comprised of eleven skeleton soldiers and one necromancer?

  Still, he needed to make everyone in this militia team to obey his orders. It was also why he presented himself so forcefully from the beginning.

  Sophie took a look at everyone again.

  “Anyone who had a little knowledge in military studies would be able to make a natural conclusion like that. They sealed off the main road to break communications and to pave the way for their army. The next step is to clear this region’s remaining Aouine’s forces while using Bucce as the center.”


  He stressed his words heavily, paused and continued gravely: “Us.”


  A heavy silenced loomed, then the light gasps of the militia army sounded out.

  “And I ask you now, what are your plans?” Sophie asked wearily.

  They turned and looked at each other.

  There were ten skeleton soldiers defending Bucce’s main road, and they could not force their way out. Even though there was the reckless confidence from them, that the enemies did not count for much, they had their reservations shown when it came to life and death battles.

  Freya’s face was full of worry. When she made her decisions earlier, she had not considered much at all. Even though they were called the militia, they were just a bunch of youths who had no experience at all.

  Although she did not say anything, her helplessness was already written on her face.

  And everyone’s gazes fell onto Sophie long ago. He seemed to show a demeanor exuding experience and calmness. This impression had a subtle influence on them, making them felt he was reliable during times of danger.

  “Brendel?” Romaine asked worriedly.

  Sophie looked back at her and gave a small smile to put her at ease.

  “We need to plan for the worst.” He snapped his head back at them. He planned to break their naive attitude.

  This was not something he did for the first time. The newbies in his guild always held some optimistic behavior when they went to the battlefields for the first time. But once they received a blow from a shock, they would go into disarray and quickly get annihilated by veteran teams.

  There was actually not that much of a gap between players. The key factor was their mentality.

  And veteran players like him, were in charge of giving inoculation shots to newbies.

  “Plan for the worst?”


  Just as Sophie was about to answer, there was a series of rustling from the forest. Everyone looked over there at the same time, except Freya who faced over to a set of Ericoideae shrubbery and said: “Jonathon?”


  “It’s me, Captain Freya.”


  Everyone sighed with relief, but Sophie quietly gestured at Freya with his hand, warning her to raise her alertness. Freya was a little surprised at his gesture, but immediately realized the militia training did not allow them to leave their posts without reason.

  Sophie had absolute faith in Aouine’s militia training. These youths might be naive, but that not mean they would forget about the basic training rules they had done every day.

  There must not be any negligence in a battlefield.

  “Did something happen, Jonathon?” She asked as she placed her hand on her sword’s hilt.

  “I, I’m sorry, Boss-neesama, I, I got caught……”


  The shrubbery was parted into two with a rustle, and there were two people who walked out. A crying young man with a pale face with his arms raised, and the necromancer that followed behind with its finger pointing towards the young man. The green flames that were dancing in its eye sockets peered at everyone.

  “Keke, I caught a bunch of rats.”


  Their breaths were taken away.

  “Jonathon!”


  “How could you……”


  And the voices of disbelief followed.

  volume 3 - 48