The Amber Sword

Chapter 551 - v3c328



 

“All For One?” Romaine raised her chin and thought for a moment when she heard this answer. “I once heard it from Brendel. That is a cult organization, right?”

White Mist looked at Viscount Benninger on the ground and said, “The Philosopher of Nihility believes all is meaningless, as the World-Devouring Serpent, Ouroboros, lies underneath. After every period of Order, an epoch of Chaos shall reign…an ideology predating even the War of the Holy Saints…”

Viscount Benninger was stunned after listening to her explanation. Subject to the brainwashing of the four Holy Cathedrals, everyone believed that ‘All For One’ was the name of an evil cult, yet few truly understood their history and doctrine.

He looked at White Mist with his eyes wide open and loudly demanded, “If you understand the truth of the world, why don’t you join us? You know, our goal is majestic!”

White Mist refuted him and said, “All For One, the concept that everything is merely cycles of Order and Chaos, that everything shall disappear into nothingness…I cannot believe people nowadays still believe in this kind of antiquated nonsense. The ignorance of humans is truly astounding.”

“No, this is not nonsense!” Viscount Benninger said angrily.

“Romaine, please smack him.” After thousands of years, White Mist had no interest in reasoning with mortals, especially if the other party had nothing to do with her. The best way to deal with such fools is brute force!

Brendel nodded and glanced at the forest. The sky was completely dark at this moment. Below the hills behind him, Fort Bunuo blazed in a reddish-orange conflagration—all according to the prediction of the sergeants. The Black Blade Squad had just passed by that area.

They didn’t have much time left.

He made a gesture, and several young men carrying some dark objects immediately came over. They were the parts for something else. Amandina glanced at the things and frowned; they had been disassembled in a very crude manner, as if it smashed apart.

They were the parts for a Magic Furnace.

To be precise, they were the core components for a Magic Furnace’s Magic Conductor. This was her expertise. She could analyze the parts at a glance and realized that they were old things.

From one of the earliest models, in fact. But if I want to be more specific, I have to check thoroughly.

Amandina remembered that these models of Magic Furnace were brought into Aouine from the Kirrlutz Empire and distributed across the Kingdom. Local lords generally used them to smelt iron and steel. But their worth, near-invaluable tens of years ago, had dropped so low it could literally be considered trash.

Of course, compared to Trentheim’s old furnace, these were much better.

She raised her head and looked at Brendel curiously. She did not know the reasons her Lord was showing these things to her. She recalled Ciel saying that Brendel was once a poor lad and he used to rob the rich to help the poor. The oil painting auctioned in Ampere Seale was one of his treasured thefts.

She did not believe him at first, but she was beginning to trust his words. Most of the parts were broken due to the wrong method of disassembly. She shook her head and sighed. Things would have been a lot easier if she had arrived earlier.

“Lord, it is hard to fix these things. Even if they are fixed, the cost of doing so will be much higher than buying a new one.” She observed Brendel’s expression and said carefully.

“What?”

Brendel was stunned for a moment and said, “No, you misunderstand. I do not want you to fix them. If these things are fixed, it would create problems. It took me a long time to disassemble these.”

“Ah?” Amandina was stunned. She stared at Brendel and said, “My Lord, these things were disassembled by you?”

“Exactly, and I need you to disassemble them further.”

“Why?”

“As you can see, it is too heavy. There are dozens of them. The nobles are really rich after all. But do you think we can bring all of this along with us.” Brendel answered.

“Ah …” Amandina seemed to understand and said, “Lord, are you going to….”

“Exactly,” Brendel nodded. “There’s a lot of components turned to waste in these devices… Well, I admit that I did turn them into junk. But I need them to build Disintegration Crystals.”

He looked at Amandina intently as he answered. This was the reason he was so fixated on attacking Bunuo in the first place.

Amandina stared at her lord with an odd expression. Her Lord’s acts were nothing short of an aberration to her.

 

 


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