Unofficial histories might not always be accurate, but they were always wild enough.
The stronger Piltover grew, the more rumors spread among the people.
Claims like pink being the most popular color in the country, followed by white and red, had even reached Flevance.
As it happened, someone in Flevance had spotted a Mink Tribe member on a nearby island a few days ago—and it was pure white.
In other countries, this would not have counted as much of an event and generally led to only two outcomes.
One was that someone well-informed in the area knew about the Mink Tribe as a special race and did not think much of it.
The other was that the locals did not recognize the Mink Tribe and drove away the talking beast as though it were a monster.
Flevance happened to fall into a third category. The people there knew that a Mink Tribe member had always accompanied their King, so the news eventually made its way here.
"The Mink Tribe? In Flevance?"
"No, on Seahawk Island nearby. Based on the reports from there, it should be a bear Mink.
"Besides that, there is supposedly someone who calls himself your admirer and claims to be a Genius Inventor."
Those two terms together did not offer Oran any useful information. After all, the last person to say that had been Brand.
Brand was quite skilled at handling all sorts of miscellaneous affairs, and his physical abilities were not bad either. With the help of his equipment, he was more than capable of leading the Kingdom Army in an ordinary country.
But his abilities in other areas were average, especially when it came to inventing things.
Well, not entirely useless. Of Brand's many inventions, there was still one presentable creation—painkillers.
They had a powerful