Windchimes Bracelet

[Would the host like to upgrade these silver bracelets to become a silver-ranked magic bracelet?]

[1078 silver bracelets available for fusion.]

'Fuse.'

Swoosh!

When the light faded, only one bracelet remained on the table. Unlike the others, this bracelet had a plain surface that looked ordinary at first glance. However, it was adorned with five finger-long, thin silver chains connected to emerald crystal leaves, which emitted a subtle glow.

The crystal leaves had pulsing veins, giving them a mystical appearance. Suddenly, the leaves began to flutter in the air, and a cool breeze filled the room. Asher raised his eyebrows in surprise. The breeze wasn't coming from the window; it was emanating from the bracelet itself!

Ting! Ting!

Soft, soothing chimes echoed, filling the room with their magical melodies that seemed to have a calming effect on 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 noticed small gleaming raindrops adorning the tips, middle, and ends of the leaves. The bracelet was undoubtedly the most beautiful thing Asher had ever seen in his two lives.

"My Lord, your talent must be a supreme grade one," Kelvin said, gazing at the exquisite bracelet in shock and awe. There was no doubt that his lord could capture the attention of any woman, even the daughters of dukes, with this bracelet alone.

Supreme-grade talents ranged from S to SSS, and Kelvin's bold claim was audacious, considering these talents were so rare that even empires with millions of citizens had fewer than a hundred. However, there was one talent above other talent grades, but no one since the fall of mages had been able to awaken such a peak-grade talent. Asher suspected his system could be rated as a talent of that lost and forgotten grade: the Zenith Grade.

"My Lord, don't be offended, but why give her something this valuable? Do you intend to change her heart?" Kelvin asked.

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 stuck in the past. I too can grow. Besides, with my talent, a silver-ranked item means little."

He opened a small wooden box, placed the bracelet inside, 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. "Is Alex prepared?"

"He is."

"Let me go change out of 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 travel with Alex alone because he didn't want to bring along bronze-ranked bodyguards, which would attract more curiosity. With Alex alone, they might suspect that he was the only silver-ranked warrior he had. Many would assume he brought Alex for protection, and this way, 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 had examined in his study, sat in a wheelchair pushed by Alex through a long, wide corridor. Magic candles illuminated the brick walls.

"Prepare yourself, My Lord; you'll meet different nobles there," Alex said. Asher nodded.

"I know."

As the large doors were opened by two guards in plate armor, revealing the great hall populated with high-class individuals, Asher garnered attention as soon as he entered. Many turned to look at him, and upon seeing his grey hair, they began to whisper among themselves.

Asher wore a smile as Alex pushed him to the table where other neighboring barons were seated. There were sumptuous meals on the table, but none of them ate. Each had a guard behind them, and those guards were silver-ranked warriors.

A red-haired, portly man approached 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."

"I am Claud Flameheart." The man extended his hand with a friendly smile. Asher accepted the gesture and shook his hand. Just from the build and tone, he knew Claud was a wealthy merchant.

"Asher Ashbourne, it's a pleasure to meet a fellow lord," Asher replied amicably.

"You're the cripple?" a harsh voice interrupted. Asher turned to see a bear-like man sitting beside him. He hadn't noticed him earlier, so he didn't realize that Baron Cain Tyre was seated beside him. The middle part of the man's beard was white.

"My girl came to your territory," Cain said.

"Oh?" 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 said, showing his white teeth to the fuming baron.

Claud Flameheart chuckled. He was surprised by Asher's confidence, but a lord's confidence must stem from his might.

"You have a sharp mouth," Baron Cain said stiffly.

"Thank you."

"Hahaha," Claud burst into laughter.

Suddenly, melodies filled the air as musicians played, and silence befell the hall. The doors opened, revealing a charming blonde elf and a handsome man, both wearing captivating smiles. Gasps 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 equally handsome.

'Slade Nubis,' Asher thought.