A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“I bought this from the next town,” Whiteface said, turning his back to Bray.

After saying that, he left with the lark without looking back.

This time, instead of suddenly disappearing from the spot, he took Bray's advice and walked away step by step.

"The next town?" Bray listened to the last sentence from the white-faced man, then touched the cup.

"This drink is still warm. Are you sure it was bought from the next town?" Bray was a little skeptical.

After all, this drink should have been cold by now.

The neighboring town is at least ten or twenty kilometers away. Someone asked, what is the happiest thing?

If the person answering were Bray, he would definitely say that paddling is the most fun.

After chopping down the god and the walnut monster, Bray started carving, and he did so for two years.

Saying he was just slacking off wouldn't be entirely accurate, since he did complete quite a few commissions during this period.

Levy has also "grown up." As expected of someone with elven blood, she has only grown a little bit in two years.

Isn't this a time of rapid growth...?

Over the past two years, Bray has met some people he considers friends, but has been forced to point his sword at them.

Of course, I also encountered all sorts of annoying people.

You can run into guys like Beatley or Goode from time to time.

Instead, Whiteface disappeared from Bray's life once again, and two years passed since they last met in town.

I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I feel like there are more and more silver items appearing.

Under normal circumstances, silver-grade items are rarely seen in the open in Kapras.

Because they are subject to various restrictions.

But Bree has already killed no less than five Silver-tier monsters, which is not what was agreed upon.

You say five is too few? Please, these aren't domestic chickens, they're Silver breed.

Most silver-tier creatures can only stay at home like Nico Bolas; silver-tier creatures like Walnut Monster are rare.

At this moment, Bray was too lazy to care about any silver-tier characters, and simply lay on his rocking chair like a salted fish.

It took two years for the capital to finally recover.

The capital city is a place that's hard to describe in a few words.

These numerous disasters and calamities have kept the people of the capital in constant misery.

"Bray, dried fish." Levy, who was lying lazily near Bray, mumbled in her sleep with her eyes closed.

I wonder what Levy is dreaming about. The Bray family has never bought dried fish.

"There's mail, please receive it." Just as Bray was thinking about when to get some dried fish for Levy, someone started shouting from outside the door.

Bray reluctantly got up to open the door, wondering who would send him a letter.

"Excuse me, are you Braclas?" the person holding the envelope asked after seeing Braclas.

“Yes, that’s right.” Bray nodded, yawned, and looked nonchalant.

"This is an envelope for you. Please sign for it," the messenger said to Bray.

Bray casually signed his name, accepted the letter, and sent the messenger away.

"Bang." Bray casually closed the door, then opened the letter that was supposedly for him.

Although Bray knows quite a few people, practically no one sends him letters.

"Dear Mr. Bray, this is the Cardo family."

—"We cordially invite you to our territory for a discussion."

—"The address will be written on the back of the letter."

"We eagerly await your arrival."

—"I hope the words 'a person who upholds the precepts' will attract your attention."

The letter contained much more than just that.

But that's roughly the idea.

"Someone invited me?" Bray flipped through the letter and raised an eyebrow when he saw that the address was in the Northern Continent.

Bray had no idea who the Cardo family was.

Could it be that my name is so famous that even the families in the Northern Continent know me?

Bray doesn't think so.

The key point is indeed still the words "a person who upholds the precepts".

Bray hears this word almost every few days, and is also referred to as a person who observes the precepts.

"Interesting," Bray muttered to himself. This might be a trap.

However, Bray thought he should still give it a shot; who knows, there might be a pleasant surprise.

"Ugh... Bray..." Levy rolled onto the floor, turned over, and smacked her lips.

Her tail thrashed restlessly, then knocked over a water bottle.

The kettle hit Levy on the head.

Unfortunately, the kettle wasn't as hard as Levy's head, and it was dented by the impact.

However, it also successfully woke Levy up.

"..." After getting up from the ground, Levy fell into a daze.

The blank expression on her face indicated that she didn't even understand why she had woken up.

Levy rubbed her eyes and started looking around for Bray.

Before she could find Bray, Bray called out to her.

“Levy, I’m here,” Bray said.

"Brave~" Levy walked over to him as usual, wanting to rest for a while longer.

"Wait a minute before you sleep, I have something to say."

"Is something wrong?" Levy looked at Bray, puzzled.

"We'll be heading to the Northern Continent in a few days."

"The Northern Continent?" Her ears twitched, and she paused for a few seconds in surprise.

How could Levy from the Northern Continent not know? That was her homeland; it was from there that she ran away to the Central Continent.

The hardships of traveling alone from the Northern Continent to the Central Continent were beyond what others could imagine.

Not to mention Levy's situation at that time, which was completely discriminated against.

But Levy didn't understand why Bray suddenly wanted to go to the North Continent.

“The entire North Continent is covered in snow,” Rei said to Bray, gesturing with her hands while standing on tiptoe.

"I know."

"White." She began to try to recall what the Northern Continent looked like.

"Ah."

"Levy doesn't want to go?"

"..." Levy was a little stunned. She didn't know if she wanted to go back or not.

If I had to say, I wouldn't care.

She felt neither nostalgia nor aversion towards the Northern Continent.

The only thing she could remember was her mother; otherwise, the Northern Continent left her with no fond memories.

So she wagged her tail and flapped her long ears.

“Levy just needs to be with Bray,” she said sweetly.

So it doesn't really matter where we go, as long as I follow Bray.

For Levy now, wherever Bray is, that's home.

“Let’s go then,” Bray said, lifting Levy high in the air.

But Bray noticed that Levy had gotten a bit heavier and was much bigger than before.

"Oh!" Levy felt relieved in an instant, completely forgetting her troubles.

That's right, there's nothing to worry about at all.

Rebecca wagged her tail so fast that she accidentally smashed the table.

Seeing this, Bray reluctantly put Levy down.

"Hmm..." She felt a little guilty.

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On the distant northern continent, there are countless families.

Among them were letters sent to the Cardo family, including one to Bray.

The vast majority of families in the Northern Continent are elven families, since elves are the dominant race on this continent.

Kador is also an elven family.

This family owns a large amount of local assets and is a wealthy family in the area.

Intriguingly, no one in this family had ever had any contact with Bray.

The decision to invite Bray over stemmed from a child in their family.

Yes, the family machine starts working just because of the children.

The child was sitting quietly in the room, reading a book.

Sachardo, the heir whom the Cado family only found a few years ago.

He was only three years old at the time.

Even a three-year-old child sometimes has unclear speech, and it's hard to imagine what the family would do because of a single sentence he uttered.

“People exhibit very interesting reactions when they are extremely angry,” Sack began reading from the book he was holding.

He sat on a very high stool, so high that his feet couldn't touch the ground.

But this suited him perfectly, because it allowed him to comfortably swing his toes.

“They might even laugh.” Sack chuckled as he read this.

His eyes were different from normal people's; one could vaguely see purple lotus flowers in his pupils.

The lotus flower is constantly spinning, yet it doesn't feel out of place.

It's as if Sax's pupils should always look like that.

Such eyes symbolize an identity: a "reincarnator".

The term "reincarnator" should be self-explanatory.

"Young master, the letter has been sent." A maid knocked on the door and entered Sack's room, speaking respectfully.

The maid's pupils protrude in spiral patterns, giving them an indescribable eeriness.

Not only her, but most of the family members had the same pupils.

This isn't something you're born with; it's something that has influenced you to be like this.

"Has it been sent out yet?" Sack closed his book and gave the maid a cute smile.

"Great, this means I can see 'Bloodblade' again."

"Yes, congratulations, young master." The head maid bowed deeply and said in a joyful tone.

It's as if she's as happy as Sark is.