"Kabais, you fool, be careful—" Rosco's voice came from the street side.
"What?"
"Be careful, there's a magic fluctuation on him!" The young Undead Wizard reminded irritably.
Kabais was startled and couldn't help but look at the motionless Brand. While remaining vigilant of the opponent making a sudden move, he pointed forward with his bony finger: "You mean this young man in his twenties is not only a Gold-level swordsman but also a Wizard? Rosco, have you gone mad practicing spirit communication skills?" The tall skeleton asked mockingly.
Rosco's voice fell silent, and even he himself felt it unlikely. Even a Chosen One can't excel in everything; some people might have extraordinary talent, but time is always limited. A swordsman in his twenties of Gold-level also being a Wizard is a sheer fantasy; only the ancestors in the Saint War had such prowess.
But what kind of beings were the ancestors?
