The two youngsters’ hearts grew heavy.
Soone like Caladbolg wouldn’t joke around with matters like this, which ant they really would have been wiped out.
Daru’s curiosity peaked.
"Why is that, Big Ed?"
"Well, partly because your little warband’s overall combat power would’ve fallen short, but mostly because you would’ve wasted your ti fighting a mirage. That Gravewarden is rely the eyes and hands of the cetery. If you want to kill it, you need to find the heart, and I don’t know whether you guys would have enough ti or perception to."
Caleb shuddered.
If that were the case, they would indeed perish in frustration and anger, probably cursing to the misty winds about how the Gravewarden is so tough.
’So that thing’s rely a mirage...’
"Unfortunately for the bastard, I’m here." Caladbolg grinned.
***
Egress Haven.
Nando sat in a chair, arms crossed over his rather bony chest. He had a stern look on his face, but his heart was racing — both in nervousness and anticipation.
He had been staring at his quest window since earlier, waiting for the number "0" to change.
It soon did.
Nando’s eyes widened, and he sat up straight, breathing growing even more ragged.
[You’ve completed the Special Quest: Fallen Heralds]
[Claim your quest rewards? Y/N]
The old man gulped.
Three minutes later, the door of Nando’s humble shack opened, and three individuals entered.
They froze, eyes widening at the sight of a handso young man the middle of Daru and Caleb’s age.
Caladbolg’s brows, anwhile, only rose.
"Brat, where’s Lil Bro Adviser Nando?"
The young man’s grin widened.
"Why, of course you three wouldn’t recognize my dashing young self. Completely understandable." Nando nodded repeatedly in utter satisfaction.
This sinful face of his almost allowed him to bag an S-ranker fairy back in his pri, despite being an E-ranker, had he been strategic instead of "untaable" — as Nando fancied calling himself — and had not juggled four ladies at that ti like they were prop balls.
It was the exalted elder who was able to respond, as he did not know the rewards of Nando’s quest.
"Twin, ok you ate, you look snatched fr — but if you don’t answer rn I might open the face editor."
Nando was dumbfounded for a mont, but then chuckled. He was way too pleased to be engaging in senility, a life he had already left behind.
He shall be patient with the elder.
"Why, Big Ed, it is I, your Lil Bro Adviser Nando. This is one of the rewards of the quest you have completed for . To show you my gratitude, I will be conquering the ladies of your wo– err...I will do my best as your faction’s adviser."
This ti, it was Caladbolg who had fallen into bewildernt.
He had pondered whether the Myriad Sword Realm could grant one a longer life.
While he didn’t dare look for sothing so exhausting as immortality, one or two more decades of vigour would be huge for the stability of the Neo-Earth World Governnt, and so, Caladbolg tried tapping into this possibility.
Alas, no luck for a decade. He didn’t even find any leads.
Who would’ve expected he would witness soone be reverted to their darned pri!
"O-O-Old man?!" Caleb shrilled in horror.
There’s no way...He’s dreaming.
Tall, lean, and handso.
Only the first one already made him curse the world in envy. How could the gods and goddesses be so unjust?!
Nando chuckled at their reactions. "Relax, brother Caleb, there’s no need to sh–"
"AAHHH!! NO! NO! DON’T YOU EVER CALL BROTHER. MY GRANDPA! BRING BACK MY GRANDPA!!"
The once-old man chuckled more, though this ti, a hint of embarrassnt and warmth crept into his heart.
Nando was naturally joking. He, too, would find it abhorrent calling soone whom he had long considered his grandson "brother."
In fact, doing it just once already made him suffer inwardly.
Still, Nando appreciated the sudden yet extrely noticeable changes in his patience.
He’s able to joke around like this now when, in the past, his temper would boil at the slightest retort from anyone.
Being young again truly felt nice.
"W-What should I call you now?" Daru suddenly asked, genuinely lost.
"Hahaha! I was just joking, don’t worry. You can keep calling old man. It’s not like I lost the years I’ve lived, have I?"
He nodded, finding peace within the logical explanation.
It was Caladbolg who was struggling to make peace with the situation, more excited than shocked as he thought about the possibilities.
"L-Lil Bro Adviser Nando! How about we go back to the Surface now? Do you still have sothing to do here?"
His schedule was packed to the brim, and if he wanted to discuss this matter with Nando, then he could not keep dallying here.
This ti, it was the once-old man who trembled.
The matter had taken a temporary backseat due to the wondrous physical changes.
However, Nando was still quite nervous, as he wasn’t sure what would happen.
Could he really be taken to another world?
In theory, there was a chance that it was possible, but how could divine laws be asured in theories?
What if the divine laws of Neo-Earth determined that he was not a part of that world and obliterated him before he could even materialize there?
"I-I don’t, and I can go already...but how do I?"
Caladbolg retrieved sothing from his inventory — a high-definition, laminated photo of a fairly remote area on the outskirts of Caron, the Novice City Caleb started in.
"This brat explained to how the return portal works. Lil Bro Adviser Nando, the two of us will erge at that location. I will then attempt to take you back to Neo-Earth with my connection to the Myriad Sword Realm as a Sword Saint."
Nando nodded with a serious expression.
Caleb, anwhile, turned to Daru and explained:
"Daru, we will erge where we last exited the Myriad Sword Realm. In your case, your inn room in Crownspire. I’ll et you outside the establishnt so we can act as though we’re fulfilling the final contract. I’ll fill you in on the details later, but rember that you must behave as if we’ve had a falling-out, and that our friendship has crumbled because you chose Iron Lotus."
After confirming that everyone understood the plan, Caladbolg declared that they were returning to the Surface.
There wasn’t much to worry about on the two youngsters’ side.
As for the two old n, they could only pray that the theory wouldn’t remain just that.
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