The dark red sword sank into its sheath. In my hands, this sword was much heavier now. I unequipped my other sword and tied this one to my back. The moment I carried it, the pressure made me unstable.
I nearly stumbled before I made myself stand straight. The blacksmith laughed and said I should eat more meat.
''It's not that heavy you know.'' He placed his hand on my shoulder as I gave him ten shiny golden notes.
Now, only one gold note and 9 hundred-gold coins remained in my pocket. I wasn't willing to spend them. It was forbidden to sell that sword the Martial House gave me but it was the black market, I didn't care.
The blacksmith's name was Vin Kang. He gave me 500 golds for that inscribed sword. I only wanted to get rid of that low-quality weapon so 500 more than enough.
