Chapter 1281: Are You Sure?
Old Brama frowned. He could see why Sylas would assume he could, but this wasn’t exactly a quick task. If he wanted to do something like that, he would probably need several weeks, full access to every nook and cranny of the ship, and probably enough Mental Recovery Elixirs to bottom out a large lake.
Sylas shook his head when he saw the response. It was a disappointment.
If he were a C-tier Rune Master, he felt that he would be able to do it with ease. But maybe he shouldn’t expect everyone to be the same level of Rune Master he was.
"What is your Rune Mastery at?" Sylas asked.
Old Brama blinked. He never told anyone this. But it seemed that he didn’t have much of a choice since it was Sylas who was asking directly.
"... Rune Flesh."
To be honest, Old Brama expected some reverence. There were only 160 or so Rune Flesh Masters in the whole Sector—more accurately, C-tier Rune Flesh Masters.
Old Brama had never taken one of the tests or participated in any of the connected Secret Realms, so no one knew that he was actually one among them.
But Sylas’ expression was so deadpan and uninterested Old Brama almost felt like smashing his head against a wall.
"Why don’t you ask him what his Rune Mastery is at, old man?" Alex spoke again, not looking up from his tabletop game.
Old Brama almost snapped. It didn’t matter what level Sylas was at. Every tier came with exponentially more hardship and difficulty. Even if Sylas was a Rune Spark Master at F-tier, he wasn’t even guaranteed to make Rune Soul at E-tier, let alone Rune Flesh at C-tier.
Wait...