Brand almost let out a groan, he couldn't help but touch his forehead, wondering if he was dreaming. The young man in front of him, who called himself Tu Men, and the special space he led him into, along with all this peculiar information, left his mind in a tangle.
He had never heard of a profession like Travel Mage in 'Amber Sword'.
He first wondered if this was an unfamiliar profession to him, given the vast and complex setting that was constantly evolving. It was impossible for him to be omniscient. But then, Brand felt a bit awkward, and his intuition told him this assumption was not correct.
Brand appeared calm on the surface, but inside, he kept wondering: What on earth is happening? What is a Travel Mage? And where is this place? The most update n0vels are published on noᴠelfire.net
Tu Men had his hands clasped inside his sleeves, his whole body floating in the dark void. He noticed Brand's confusion and smiled as he said, "It seems you're still very puzzled. Actually, this is just a refraction spell. It allows the information I left behind to be projected into your mind, so there's no need to be tense. This is just your inner world. Everything here is constructed according to your inner thoughts."
Brand knew he meant subconscious.
"You mean, this is an effect of a spell that influences the mind? But why didn't my Unyielding Will respond?" He finally calmed down a bit but quickly asked, "How do I get out of here?" As he suddenly remembered the danger he was in outside and knew he couldn't waste time here.
"Why rush to leave? Because this is a world in your mind, everything here happens as fast as your thoughts. The Bastor people have a saying: 'A person can finish a long dream in just a short moment.' Because human thoughts move at the speed of light; in an instant, you can have countless thoughts. Before these thoughts end, not even a second would have passed yet."
Tu Men smiled and said, "Even if you were to die in the next second, you could still live for a quarter of an hour here."
Brand carefully savored the meaning behind the Elemental Emperor's words. Rationally, he was more inclined to believe this explanation, but instinctively, he couldn't help but worry about the danger outside. He took a deep breath and asked, "I understand, but let's hurry up and finish this message, Emperor Tu Men. What do you want to tell me? What is a Travel Mage?"
Forcing himself to calm down, Brand began contemplating the meaning of this 'dream.' Since Tu Men had said it was a projection of a message, it meant he had something to convey to him. But what could it be? Brand didn't think there was any connection between him and the other party.
Brand himself was a pure-blooded Southern Erune, without any Miner people lineage, nor was he a Bastor. Speaking of inheritance, Tu Men wouldn't have specifically chosen him.
Besides, storing spells must involve some medium, meaning this message was originally stored through a triggered spell on something close to him. Brand lowered his head and couldn't help but recall in detail, trying to find out which of his belongings were suspicious. He first had to exclude ordinary items, such as his clothes and small objects like matches and fire cotton. Then, he excluded items he made with Tama, like the Curse Crossbow Arrows, the Saint Statue (White Deer), and the mana potions near him. Finally, there were naturally formed items like the Golden Magic Tree's fruit and some magic materials.
Now, the only suspicious items on him were the small items he got from the battlefield and the Wind Queen's Ring.
But those small fake magic items were nowhere to be found. The Wind Queen's Ring had long been identified in the game—it had a follow-up story. Brand had already asked the Limp Man about it. The loan shark merchant indeed knew about the ring in the oil painting. According to him, the oil painting was once given to Brand's grandfather by a merchant who had served the knight the grandfather once served. That knight then passed the oil painting onto Brand's grandfather. Later, the painting stayed in Brand's old house.
As for the earlier story, it was quite lengthy. The Limp Man mentioned that a set of thirteen replica rings was made. Though they weren't originals, each one was priceless after hundreds of years. At that time, the merchant wanted to please the local lord, but what happened afterward was unclear.