Chapter 495 - Volume 3
The entire place was a mess, and the culprit to it all had left long ago. Brendel eyed Archbishop Wood and said, “Archbishop, you shouldn’t have come out.”
His previous mocking tone was now replaced with a stern and serious one.
“If I didn’t, won’t you guys tear this place down? Do you know just how old this place is?” Archbishop raised his eyebrows and asked.
Brendel just smiled awkwardly and looked at Magadal, “I still haven’t thanked you yet. May I have your name please?”
“Just call me Magadal. And I’m just a nun here, sir,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. I really should have stopped the battle and prevent such a mess. This Cathedral was built on the blood and sweat of Master Rogning. And it was my fault to have ruined this place.”
“No,” Brendel shook his head. “Even if you stopped me, I would have probably continued to fight him.”
Magadal widened her eyes in slight shock, “Then why? Don’t you feel regretful for your actions?”
All this time, he was receiving XP from Mavicart’s Grimoire and had loaded up to around 4 million of it, and he spent half of it on upgrading his skills. The Grimoire had already shrunk by a quarter of its original size. And according to Brendel’s calculations, if he consumes the entire Grimoire, he could upgrade his Mercenary Job to level fifty. But levels did not have much of a meaning, unless it was absolute strength.
Devard was the prime example. Brendel used his Gold ranker status and managed to defeat that guy, proving only one thing – skills were more important in The Amber Sword. Talking about it, he was reminded of Nine Luminaries Sword Art. From level seven, he would require 25 thousand XP to upgrade it to level eight. And even if he used up the entire Grimoire, it would only reach level ten, what a pit hole for XP.
He breathed out a sigh and woke up from his daze, and he first saw Amandina who looked as if something was off. Oddly though, he had the impulse to have her wear glasses at the moment. And being the mover he was, he immediately bought her a pair of magic glasses from the Hasel people.
But it was not only based on impulse. Amandina frequently needed to use her eyes for inspection. And the glasses were the perfect tool for her to protect them. Of course, only Brendel knew if he bought it for work purposes or if he had any other ulterior motives. And even though Amandina rejected it, she could not convince Brendel. However, she did look good with the glasses on, with that air of an actual accountant to it.
The three shopped till dusk. As the main streets were dyed a golden red sheen, the three returned back to their hotels. It was almost dinner time when they got back, but he realized that most of his important aides had been there waiting for some time.
Seems like Sue has got some news for us.