[Would the host like to upgrade these silver bracelets to become a silver-ranked magic bracelet?]
[1078 silver bracelets available for fusion.]
When the light went down, only one bracelet was left on the table, but it wasn't like the other ones. This bracelet had a plain surface that looked absolutely normal, but five finger-long, thin silver chains connected it to emerald crystal leaves, which had a subtle glow.
The crystal leaves had pulsing veins, making it look more mystical. All of a sudden, the leaves began to flutter in the air, and a cool breeze flowed into the room.
Asher looked around with raised eyebrows. The breeze wasn't coming from the window, so it had to be from the bracelet!
Soft, soothing chimes rang, filling the room with its magical tunes that seemed to have a calming effect over the mind.
[Windchimes: A magical bracelet with an affinity with the wind element. The decorations chime ceaselessly, swaying on illusory wind. Although it doesn't possess an offensive ability, it is treasured jewelery for princesses and queens.]
Asher picked up the bracelet and saw small gleaming raindrops, some at the tip of the leaves, some in the middle, and some at the end.
The bracelet was beyond doubt the most beautiful thing Asher had ever seen in his two lives.
"My Lord, your talent must be a supreme grade one."
Kelvin said it out of shock and awe as he gazed at the beautiful bracelet. No doubt, his lord could get the attention of any woman, including the daughters of dukes, with this bracelet alone.
Supreme-grade talents were talents in the range of S to SSS, and it was audacious for Kelvin to make such bold claims when these talents were so rare that even empires with millions of citizens had less than a hundred.
However, there was one talent above other talent grades, but no one after the fall of mages had been able to awaken such a peak-grade talent, but Asher suspected his system could be rated as a talent of that lost and forgotten grade.
"My Lord, don't be offended, but why give her something this valuable? Do you intend to change her heart?"
Asher looked at Kelvin.
"If I must attend that party, I can't appear with a useless gift. And I want her and her father to know that I'm not just in the past. I too can grow. Besides, with my talent, a silver-ranked item means little."
He opened a small wooden box, put the bracelet in, and closed it.
"Is my wheelchair prepared?" He asked Kelvin.
Kelvin left and returned with a well polished wooden chair. "Sit, My Lord." He smiled.
Asher examined the wheelchair and smiled widely.
"Let me go remove this attire. I'll wear it on that day."
After two weeks, Asher and Alex arrived at the capital city of the Tigris territory. He chose to move with Alex alone because he didn't want to bring along bronze-ranked bodyguards, which would make people more curious.
With Alex alone, they might suspect that he was the only silver-ranked warrior he had. And many would guess he carried Alex to protect himself, and with such thought he wouldn't attract too much attention after presenting his gift.
The gift should be the only outstanding thing about him.
At this moment, Asher, dressed in the same attire he examined in his study, sat in a wheelchair and was pushed by Alex through a long, wide corridor.
Magic candles lit up the corridor, illuminating the brick walls.
"Prepare yourself, My Lord; you'll meet different nobles there." Alex said, and Asher nodded.
As the large doors were opened by two guards donning plate armour, revealing the great hall, which was populated with individuals of different high class standing. According to rumours, the Ashbourens should be the lowest of the lowest, even lower than merchants.
The second a man in a wheelchair entered the hall, he garnered attention. Many were looking at him, and when they saw his grey hair, they began to whisper to themselves.
Asher wore a smile as Alex pushed him to the table where other neighbouring barons were. There were sumptuous meals on the table, but none of them ate. They all had one guard behind them, and those guards were silver-ranked warriors.
A red-haired, fat man walked up to him. He wore expensive linen attire and had a gold-trimmed monocle resting before his right eye.
"You must be Asher. James' last son, isn't it?"
"I am Claud Flameheart." The man stretched out his hand with a friendly smile. Asher accepted his friendly gesture and shook his hand.
Just from the build and tone, he knew Claud was a merchant and a wealthy one at that.
"Asher Ashbourne, it's a pleasure to meet a fellow lord."
Asher smiled amicably.
"You're the cripple?" A harsh tone came from the side. Asher looked and saw it was the man sitting beside him. He hadn't thought of looking at his side, so he never knew that Baron Cain Tyre sat beside him.
The man had a bear-like frame, and the middle part of his beard was white.
"My girl came to your territory." He said.
Asher's reply made him frown.
"I thought Ashtown would be without a Lord. Who knew it would accept a lord in wheelchairs?"
"Being in a wheelchair doesn't mean I haven't ruled my territory better than some. About your girl, I hope she enjoyed her stay."
Asher showed his white teeth at the fuming baron.
Claud Flameheart chuckled. He was shocked Asher had this much confidence, but a lord's confidence must come from his might.
"You have a sharp mouth." Baron Cain said stiffly.
"Hahaha," Claud burst into laughter.
Suddenly, sounds of melody came from the musicians, and silence befell the hall as the doors opened, revealing a charming blonde elf and a handsome man both wearing captivating smiles.
Gaps filled the hall.
The crowd cleared, allowing Asher to get a good view of Liya in her long white gown. Her beauty was breathtaking, and the man beside her was also handsome.