Braum is here!

"B...Bron?"

"Brown?!"

"where?!"

"Is it really Bloom?!"

"It's actually true!"

While Herren was still stunned, the thin man who had been talking to Herren suddenly jumped up, drawing the attention of the others.

"Oh dear, this is difficult..."

Bloom touched his bald head with some distress. Sometimes, being too famous isn't a good thing.

But seeing the expectant looks from everyone, Bronn grinned and flashed a bright, sunny smile.

"Yes! Bloom is here!"

"Oh my god! It really is him!"

"Are you here to join us?!"

"Mom! I saw Bloom!"

Heron, who was originally closest to Bronn, suddenly saw these so-called "weaklings" suddenly become like cheetahs, moving so fast that they were almost out of sight. Heron felt as if he had been elbowed countless times while he was chatting and laughing, and was almost crushed into mincemeat.

By the time Herren came to his senses, he had no idea how far he had been pushed.

He turned around blankly, looking at the dense crowd. Bronn's figure had been completely surrounded, and there was no trace of him left.

This...this is too exaggerated, isn't it?

Herren stared in disbelief at the scene before him. Just a short while ago, he had been basking in the glory of his small reputation.

Indeed, comparing them to true top stars was somewhat of an overestimation...

Heart of Freljord can be considered the pinnacle of the pinnacle in Freljord.

When it comes to famous figures in the land of Freljord, some might mention the three sisters, some might mention demigods who are not human, and some might mention powerful war mothers or legendary warriors.

But if you ask who is the most famous, 99 percent of people will say the same name—Brown.

With his immense strength, genuine kindness, and unwavering dedication over decades, he became a recognized hero and a powerful warrior in Freljord.

Hero is not just a synonym for him; Braum is the very embodiment of a hero.

Freljord has its own superheroes...

Most importantly, Brûlée was not a flash in the pan; he has been active for a very long time... As a rare male Iceborn, and even one with extremely pure blood, he has a very long lifespan.

Some very old people, even those with very few teeth, will say they grew up listening to Bloom's stories...

Such a long time span made Brown a true national superstar, and almost everyone knew him.

Herren really wanted to talk to Bloom, and he tried to squeeze into the crowd, but the enthusiastic people made it impossible for him to get started. He was so anxious that he had to give up in the end.

He simply plopped down on the side of the road.

Okay! I'll wait like this! If I'm in line, it'll be my turn sooner or later, right?

However, this wait lasted until nightfall...

Herren didn't even know when he fell asleep. After all, with nothing to do, just staring at the bustling crowd was incredibly boring.

Helen didn't open his eyes in a daze until he was slapped awake by a pair of large hands, and he wiped the drool from his mouth.

"Huh? My turn?"

Herren looked at the open space; the crowd had long since dispersed. He looked up again at the person who had woken him up, and it was none other than Brom!

Perhaps due to an unconscious herd mentality, Herren felt an unprecedented excitement when looking at Bloom in front of him.

"Um! Hello! Bloom! I..."

Heron stuttered a little in front of the well-known hero for the first time, but Braum did not laugh at him. Instead, he looked at him with a strangely reassuring gaze, as if silently waiting for Heron to adjust his state.

After a long pause, Bloom said with a smile.

"You didn't come here for an autograph, did you?"

"Forehead……"

Herren blinked, but Bronn squatted down and pulled out a quill pen from somewhere.

Then, he bent his arm, and his huge biceps muscles, as big as steel bullets, came together.

However, Bloom handed the pen to Herren and then pointed to his arm.

"So, would you mind signing your name on my arm?"

"ah?!"

Herren was stunned and couldn't help but say something.

"You're kidding, right..."

"No, I'm just an ordinary person, and I also hope that a hero can sign his name on me."

Herren opened his mouth, then shook his head helplessly.

"Compared to you, I'm hardly a hero..."

This time, Herren finally realized the source of his discomfort: it was the feeling of inferiority that arose from encountering a more outstanding "kindred spirit".

He believed his purpose was also to help the weak and ordinary people of Freljord, but compared to Braum, he felt insignificant.

How could he possibly call himself a hero in front of Braum?

"No, you will be. My judgment is never wrong. This is the judgment of a hero."

Bloom smiled and pointed to his arm again.

"You can completely trust Bloom."

"..."

Heron was silent for a moment, then finally raised the quill pen and wrote his name on Bloom's arm—Heron Furnace Village.

After returning the quill to Bloom, Herren was filled with a strange emotion.

It's like drinking a large bowl of ice wine in the middle of summer—sweet and refreshing.

He couldn't help but say it softly.

"Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for. I should be thanking you... Hmm, I should use Zhenbing to trace your words so that they can stay with me forever."

"ha……"

Herren smiled and stood up. When the two stood facing each other, Herren was a full head shorter than Brom.

But now, he no longer felt that Brown was so superior to him as before...

"Brown, are you here to see Ashe too?"

"Oh? You mean Avarosa's War Mother? Yes, that's right, it's getting dark... she should be back soon."

Bloom nodded with a smile. His face seemed to have no other expression, only smiles—all kinds of smiles: humble smiles, gentle smiles, awkward smiles, confident smiles, amiable smiles…

In short, he was always smiling, which infected others as well.

"I heard about Avarosa and came all the way here to see for myself. I didn't expect the actual situation to be even better than I anticipated... What? Helen, are you feeling the same way?"

"Um, yes, but not entirely... Ashe is an old friend of mine, so I'm here to catch up."

"That's wonderful! With an old acquaintance like you introducing me, I reckon I'll be able to meet this unconventional war mother quite easily!"

"Ha, you're wrong. I think Ashe would only refuse to meet the legendary Braum if she had frozen her brain to death on the icy sea."

Herren said with a smile.

"Let's go, Bronn, let's go see this great War Mother Avarosa."