Chapter 97 - Volume 2
Chapter 41
“Then I will take my leave.” Brendel rolled up the scroll, but he was stole a glance at the girl again. Amandina’s current situation and her future made him a little sorry for her. He hesitated for a while before asking: “…… Do you have anything that you need help with?”
Amandina shook her head.
“No thank you. I am grateful for the news about my father, Ser Brendel.” She held against the door and replied, coughing twice.
[She’s such a stubborn girl, but at least she’s confident that she can take care of herself. Right now I’m not a good position to truly help as well because of my financial situation. At the very least, I need to sell these equipment at the auction that Roen is going to introduce…..]
Right when he was about to step out of the door, he heard chaotic footsteps going up the mansion’s staircase, and the group looked over to the direction of the staircase. Batum reached his sword with his hand under the robe.
“Seven, no, eight.”
“There’s no need to be tense here, we’re in Bruglas.” Brendel stopped Batum and stared at the direction of the staircase. A few moments after he finished speaking, there was a series of curses that came from below.
Brendel peeked at Amandina’s face.
[It doesn’t look like it’s some family feud. But being interested in the person herself? … That’s a stronger reason since the nobles sometimes do things like that. But this is a vexing situation. I’m not sure if she’s going to give up, but I don’t want her to end up losing her. The designer of the Magicite is something that I cannot measure with money.]
Brendel did not express his desire to ask her to join his group for two reasons. Asking her to join right now might get her guard up instead, while the second reason was to lower his costs like a businessman by not showing that much interest in her skills.
[It seems like my plans need to change now.]
“Does your father know Tirste?”
Amandina quickly shook her head. She was an intelligent person and thought of the same things that Brendel did. She had never seen Tirste before, but she felt disgust from his actions and looked at Brendel who seemed like he was her best ally.
Her heart was beating quickly and was afraid that he might not help her, but Brendel did not disappoint her.
The young man immediately pulled out his sword when he heard her reply. The gleaming silver Elven sword made the eight men tremble. Pulling out a weapon means that the negotiations had broken down. Still, the leader of the ruffians tried to remedy the situation by clearing his throat and persuade him by asking him to consider the power behind Tirste.
Brendel’s sword had already swung.
A visible ripple blasted above their heads, and a gale suddenly appeared out of nowhere as the wind pressure caused their hair to fly back. A second later, the ceiling above them suddenly cracked loudly and one could see breaks in it extending over five meters.
There was nothing but silence in the dim corridor.