Chapter 391
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In the spring of the next year, farmers all over Faustin were busy, harvesting the grain planted in autumn and winter, and sowing spring wheat seeds on the farmland.
Last year was a bumper harvest year, and almost all the civilians in the country had a fat year.
Twelve years after the fall of Charlotte, there is still a gap between the two countries, but it is not as sharp as in the first few years.
It is easy for civilians to be satisfied. They can eat and live a full life without getting better and better. As long as there is hope, it is enough.
With a heavy iron plow on his back, old Blu called his son and daughter-in-law to work in the field.
Although one leg is not sharp, old Brucella can work as well as young people.
Busy with farm work all morning, old Blu sat on the earth bag in his field and chewed the chestnut cake his wife had prepared for them yesterday.
The chestnut cake was hard and needed to be soaked in water to swallow. Old Blu still ate it with relish.
Old Blu has no dissatisfaction with his present life.
When he was young, in order to make a living at home, old Blu responded to the Baron's call and joined the army.
The war was finally won and old Blu was lame.
He was stabbed by a Charlotte soldier with a long gun, and old Blu ended the soldier with his long sword.
This matter has been boasted by old Blu for ten years. Relying on the second-class soldier's waist card of the Charlotte soldier, old Blu received this good field covering an area of three mu from the baron.
Three acres of fertile land, plus the original two acres of land, a total of five acres to support a family, is barely enough.
Not to mention that old Blu still has a considerable alimony.
His son only got married the year before last. His daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy last year. Old Blu likes his grandson who has only been born a year.
This is his old blue house, the only incense.
Thinking of finishing the farm work and going back to tease his grandson, old Blu ate the cake in his hand, stood up and waved the iron plow.
"Dad, I want to go to town tomorrow and sell some of our wheat." Said his son Keane, swallowing the food in his mouth.
"Half of the wheat should be handed over to the Baron, and the other half is the fine grain for this year's festival. Where is there any surplus?" Old Blu wheezed his plow.
"Ruby hasn't added new clothes since the end of last year. I want to pull two feet of cloth for her." Keane said hard.
Old Blu stopped his iron plow and looked at the son standing in front of him.
Take charge as chief of what Kean is twenty years old, he is already a mature adult in other families. But has the final say in this family.
Because he had the blood of going to the battlefield and killing people, old Blu existed in the village that no one dared to provoke, let alone at home.
Keane may have kept this sentence in his heart for a long time. After opening the clip, he said how hard his wife ruby was and what he should do for ruby.
"In that case, our family can only eat a mouthful of bread this autumn. Have you thought it over?" Said old Blu, leaning on an iron plow.
He didn't seem so hard to talk. The old friends who came back from joining the army with him knew that old Blu was a kind-hearted man in the military camp.
"I don't care." Keane said with his chest up.
Next to him, ruby pulled lackey's arm and told him to talk less.
Ruby doesn't care about new clothes. She is satisfied to live in peace with her husband and children. She is a simple and hardworking farm girl.
Keane did this only because of his pride. He felt he owed ruby.
Old Blu turned and looked at his daughter-in-law. He had dark yellow skin, thin body and a layer of linen towel wrapped around his head, just like most women in the village.
His daughter-in-law was married from a neighboring village by old Blu with the silver Deloitte given by the Baron as a dowry after the war.
Ruby's father died on the battlefield in his early years, and her mother died a few years ago. After the silver was divided up by her aunts and uncles, she married old Blu's house.
For ruby, this is her real home. Her son and husband are everything to her.
Thinking that his daughter-in-law had not even added a piece of jewelry after she was married, old Blu was silent.
"You can't sell all the wheat. You have to leave a mouthful of porridge for the children." Without thinking too long, old blue nodded.
"OK!" Keane smiled.
One year old children don't eat much. According to old Blu's previous idea, they strive to feed their children a bowl of porridge a day. Now it seems that they can only feed them once in two or three days.
There were not many wheat varieties planted last winter. For the food consumption of half a year, it is certainly not enough to rely on the wheat harvest alone. We must also plant other miscellaneous grains that can fill our stomachs.
Half of this wheat will be handed over to the Baron, and part will be left for the children to drink porridge. It is impossible to pull two feet of good cloth, but ordinary fancy cloth is still OK.
"Sell the iron sword at home. Go to Uncle Robbins in town and beat Ruby a silver ring." Old Blu went on.
"Ah? That's the weapon you used when you joined the army. Didn't you say you wanted to pass it on as a family heirloom?" Keane asked in surprise.
"I don't think it's possible to fight this war again. If you keep it, it can only rust. Take it and sell it!" Old Blu didn't answer his son's words and continued to fight against the farmland under his feet.
Not long after the winter snow melted away, the ground was still very hard. After so long, old Blu sweated half his body. He couldn't refuse to be old.
Seeing that his father didn't intend to talk, Keane stopped asking. No one in the family could disobey what old Blu decided.
He took the kettle from his wife and brought out the hot water from home. Now there is only a little residual temperature.
With a small sip, moistening the throat dried by swallowing chestnut cakes, Keane went to old bru and continued their unfinished farm work.
Chaka Town, a northern town in tyre Province in the eastern part of the kingdom of forstan.
More than 2000 townspeople, surrounded by six villages, make the town full of vitality every day.
It was a new day, and every family began to get busy. There were cries of selling things all over the streets of the town.
The men who went to work outside the town walked out in groups, while the women sat on both sides of the street, sewing clothes and selling some manual work.
The life of the residents in the town is much better than that in the village. No wonder so many people in the village want to live in the town, while the residents in the town are looking forward to entering the city under the baron.
This is the hope of the vast majority of civilians in this land.
"Hey, Keane, why are you in town?" A strong man with wild animal fur and a long bow asked when he saw Keane who had just entered the city.
"Brother white, I'll do something in town." Keane said with a smile.
White is a hunter. His father and Keane's father, old blue, were comrades in arms many years ago. One is in the town and the other is in the village. They are far apart. There is little contact at ordinary times, but they must say hello when they meet. Old blue and white's father have a good relationship.
"Yes." Seeing Keane carrying a big bag, white knew roughly what was going on.
Not long after the harvest this season, many farmers will grind the wheat and take it to the town for sale.
"I went to the woods outside the town. See you later!" White waved and said.
"See you later!" Keane also said goodbye.
Walking in Shaka Town, many people still knew Keane and greeted him.
This is all due to his father who went to the battlefield. The young man who followed the Baron back from the battlefield, the No. 100 man in Shaka town.
The older generation all know.
First go to the town tax collector and pay the grain payable in the first half of this year. Keane went to a grocery store in the town with a bag weighing only one-third of the original weight.
"Two hundred and ten copper delers, little Keane, put them away!" The owner of the grocery store was a thin old man with lost hair and a woven hat.
"Uncle cook, you gave ten more." Keane nodded a handful of copper in his hand and said in surprise.
"I didn't give you much. You can take it." The old man smiled, squeezed out a few gaps in his thin cheeks, smiled and said, "old Blu, how's the old guy recently?"
"Very good. When this year's Beer Festival, your two elders will have a good chat." Keane thanked as he said.
Ten pieces of copper are not much, but old cook can make a profit in almost three days.
After saying goodbye to the grocer, Keane went to the blacksmith's shop in town.
The flower cloth is not in a hurry. With this money, you can buy it anytime. Keane has to sell the iron sword hidden in the grain bag first.
Since the end of the war, Faustin has banned iron equipment year by year. Especially after the new king succeeded to the throne last year, he had to register in the town to buy a kitchen knife and make an iron plow.
Only those adventurers who have no basis and uncertain whereabouts usually carry a weapon.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The continuous beating came from the blacksmith's shop.
The temperature in early spring is still a little cold, but when we get close to the blacksmith's shop, a heat wave comes from the blacksmith's shop.
Having loosened the thick linen cloth he was wearing, Keane went into the blacksmith's shop.
"Uncle Robbins!" Shouted at the blacksmith.
"Dang! Dang!" The beating gradually stopped, and a big man with dark muscles came out of it.
"It's Keane. What can I do for you?" The big man took a gray rag from the hook of the door frame and wiped the sweat and ashes on his body.
"Uncle Robbins, how much do you think this sword is worth?" Keane took an iron sword from the grain bag.
Although there are many gaps in the blade, it is still sharp as a whole. The body of the sword is clean and cold. It seems that the owner of this long sword doesn't wipe it less at ordinary times.
"Old Blu's sword?" Robbins raised his eyes slightly and recognized the sword with only one look.
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In the spring of the next year, farmers all over Faustin were busy, harvesting the grain planted in autumn and winter, and sowing spring wheat seeds on the farmland.
Last year was a bumper harvest year, and almost all the civilians in the country had a fat year.
Twelve years after the fall of Charlotte, there is still a gap between the two countries, but it is not as sharp as in the first few years.
It is easy for civilians to be satisfied. They can eat and live a full life without getting better and better. As long as there is hope, it is enough.
With a heavy iron plow on his back, old Blu called his son and daughter-in-law to work in the field.
Although one leg is not sharp, old Brucella can work as well as young people.
Busy with farm work all morning, old Blu sat on the earth bag in his field and chewed the chestnut cake his wife had prepared for them yesterday.
The chestnut cake was hard and needed to be soaked in water to swallow. Old Blu still ate it with relish.
Old Blu has no dissatisfaction with his present life.
When he was young, in order to make a living at home, old Blu responded to the Baron's call and joined the army.
The war was finally won and old Blu was lame.
He was stabbed by a Charlotte soldier with a long gun, and old Blu ended the soldier with his long sword.
This matter has been boasted by old Blu for ten years. Relying on the second-class soldier's waist card of the Charlotte soldier, old Blu received this good field covering an area of three mu from the baron.
Three acres of fertile land, plus the original two acres of land, a total of five acres to support a family, is barely enough.
Not to mention that old Blu still has a considerable alimony.
His son only got married the year before last. His daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy last year. Old Blu likes his grandson who has only been born a year.
This is his old blue house, the only incense.
Thinking of finishing the farm work and going back to tease his grandson, old Blu ate the cake in his hand, stood up and waved the iron plow.
"Dad, I want to go to town tomorrow and sell some of our wheat." Said his son Keane, swallowing the food in his mouth.
"Half of the wheat should be handed over to the Baron, and the other half is the fine grain for this year's festival. Where is there any surplus?" Old Blu wheezed his plow.
"Ruby hasn't added new clothes since the end of last year. I want to pull two feet of cloth for her." Keane said hard.
Old Blu stopped his iron plow and looked at the son standing in front of him.
Take charge as chief of what Kean is twenty years old, he is already a mature adult in other families. But has the final say in this family.
Because he had the blood of going to the battlefield and killing people, old Blu existed in the village that no one dared to provoke, let alone at home.
Keane may have kept this sentence in his heart for a long time. After opening the clip, he said how hard his wife ruby was and what he should do for ruby.
"In that case, our family can only eat a mouthful of bread this autumn. Have you thought it over?" Said old Blu, leaning on an iron plow.
He didn't seem so hard to talk. The old friends who came back from joining the army with him knew that old Blu was a kind-hearted man in the military camp.
"I don't care." Keane said with his chest up.
Next to him, ruby pulled lackey's arm and told him to talk less.
Ruby doesn't care about new clothes. She is satisfied to live in peace with her husband and children. She is a simple and hardworking farm girl.
Keane did this only because of his pride. He felt he owed ruby.
Old Blu turned and looked at his daughter-in-law. He had dark yellow skin, thin body and a layer of linen towel wrapped around his head, just like most women in the village.
His daughter-in-law was married from a neighboring village by old Blu with the silver Deloitte given by the Baron as a dowry after the war.
Ruby's father died on the battlefield in his early years, and her mother died a few years ago. After the silver was divided up by her aunts and uncles, she married old Blu's house.
For ruby, this is her real home. Her son and husband are everything to her.
Thinking that his daughter-in-law had not even added a piece of jewelry after she was married, old Blu was silent.
"You can't sell all the wheat. You have to leave a mouthful of porridge for the children." Without thinking too long, old blue nodded.
"OK!" Keane smiled.
One year old children don't eat much. According to old Blu's previous idea, they strive to feed their children a bowl of porridge a day. Now it seems that they can only feed them once in two or three days.
There were not many wheat varieties planted last winter. For the food consumption of half a year, it is certainly not enough to rely on the wheat harvest alone. We must also plant other miscellaneous grains that can fill our stomachs.
Half of this wheat will be handed over to the Baron, and part will be left for the children to drink porridge. It is impossible to pull two feet of good cloth, but ordinary fancy cloth is still OK.
"Sell the iron sword at home. Go to Uncle Robbins in town and beat Ruby a silver ring." Old Blu went on.
"Ah? That's the weapon you used when you joined the army. Didn't you say you wanted to pass it on as a family heirloom?" Keane asked in surprise.
"I don't think it's possible to fight this war again. If you keep it, it can only rust. Take it and sell it!" Old Blu didn't answer his son's words and continued to fight against the farmland under his feet.
Not long after the winter snow melted away, the ground was still very hard. After so long, old Blu sweated half his body. He couldn't refuse to be old.
Seeing that his father didn't intend to talk, Keane stopped asking. No one in the family could disobey what old Blu decided.
He took the kettle from his wife and brought out the hot water from home. Now there is only a little residual temperature.
With a small sip, moistening the throat dried by swallowing chestnut cakes, Keane went to old bru and continued their unfinished farm work.
Chaka Town, a northern town in tyre Province in the eastern part of the kingdom of forstan.
More than 2000 townspeople, surrounded by six villages, make the town full of vitality every day.
It was a new day, and every family began to get busy. There were cries of selling things all over the streets of the town.
The men who went to work outside the town walked out in groups, while the women sat on both sides of the street, sewing clothes and selling some manual work.
The life of the residents in the town is much better than that in the village. No wonder so many people in the village want to live in the town, while the residents in the town are looking forward to entering the city under the baron.
This is the hope of the vast majority of civilians in this land.
"Hey, Keane, why are you in town?" A strong man with wild animal fur and a long bow asked when he saw Keane who had just entered the city.
"Brother white, I'll do something in town." Keane said with a smile.
White is a hunter. His father and Keane's father, old blue, were comrades in arms many years ago. One is in the town and the other is in the village. They are far apart. There is little contact at ordinary times, but they must say hello when they meet. Old blue and white's father have a good relationship.
"Yes." Seeing Keane carrying a big bag, white knew roughly what was going on.
Not long after the harvest this season, many farmers will grind the wheat and take it to the town for sale.
"I went to the woods outside the town. See you later!" White waved and said.
"See you later!" Keane also said goodbye.
Walking in Shaka Town, many people still knew Keane and greeted him.
This is all due to his father who went to the battlefield. The young man who followed the Baron back from the battlefield, the No. 100 man in Shaka town.
The older generation all know.
First go to the town tax collector and pay the grain payable in the first half of this year. Keane went to a grocery store in the town with a bag weighing only one-third of the original weight.
"Two hundred and ten copper delers, little Keane, put them away!" The owner of the grocery store was a thin old man with lost hair and a woven hat.
"Uncle cook, you gave ten more." Keane nodded a handful of copper in his hand and said in surprise.
"I didn't give you much. You can take it." The old man smiled, squeezed out a few gaps in his thin cheeks, smiled and said, "old Blu, how's the old guy recently?"
"Very good. When this year's Beer Festival, your two elders will have a good chat." Keane thanked as he said.
Ten pieces of copper are not much, but old cook can make a profit in almost three days.
After saying goodbye to the grocer, Keane went to the blacksmith's shop in town.
The flower cloth is not in a hurry. With this money, you can buy it anytime. Keane has to sell the iron sword hidden in the grain bag first.
Since the end of the war, Faustin has banned iron equipment year by year. Especially after the new king succeeded to the throne last year, he had to register in the town to buy a kitchen knife and make an iron plow.
Only those adventurers who have no basis and uncertain whereabouts usually carry a weapon.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The continuous beating came from the blacksmith's shop.
The temperature in early spring is still a little cold, but when we get close to the blacksmith's shop, a heat wave comes from the blacksmith's shop.
Having loosened the thick linen cloth he was wearing, Keane went into the blacksmith's shop.
"Uncle Robbins!" Shouted at the blacksmith.
"Dang! Dang!" The beating gradually stopped, and a big man with dark muscles came out of it.
"It's Keane. What can I do for you?" The big man took a gray rag from the hook of the door frame and wiped the sweat and ashes on his body.
"Uncle Robbins, how much do you think this sword is worth?" Keane took an iron sword from the grain bag.
Although there are many gaps in the blade, it is still sharp as a whole. The body of the sword is clean and cold. It seems that the owner of this long sword doesn't wipe it less at ordinary times.
"Old Blu's sword?" Robbins raised his eyes slightly and recognized the sword with only one look.
In the spring of the next year, farmers all over Faustin were busy, harvesting the grain planted in autumn and winter, and sowing spring wheat seeds on the farmland.Last year was a bumper harvest year, and almost all the civilians in the country had a fat year.Twelve years after the fall of Charlotte, there is still a gap between the two countries, but it is not as sharp as in the first few years.It is easy for civilians to be satisfied. They can eat and live a full life without getting better and better. As long as there is hope, it is enough.With a heavy iron plow on his back, old Blu called his son and daughter-in-law to work in the field.Although one leg is not sharp, old Brucella can work as well as young people.Busy with farm work all morning, old Blu sat on the earth bag in his field and chewed the chestnut cake his wife had prepared for them yesterday.The chestnut cake was hard and needed to be soaked in water to swallow. Old Blu still ate it with relish.Old Blu has no dissatisfaction with his present life.When he was young, in order to make a living at home, old Blu responded to the Baron's call and joined the army.The war was finally won and old Blu was lame.He was stabbed by a Charlotte soldier with a long gun, and old Blu ended the soldier with his long sword.This matter has been boasted by old Blu for ten years. Relying on the second-class soldier's waist card of the Charlotte soldier, old Blu received this good field covering an area of three mu from the baron.Three acres of fertile land, plus the original two acres of land, a total of five acres to support a family, is barely enough.Not to mention that old Blu still has a considerable alimony.His son only got married the year before last. His daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy last year. Old Blu likes his grandson who has only been born a year.This is his old blue house, the only incense.Thinking of finishing the farm work and going back to tease his grandson, old Blu ate the cake in his hand, stood up and waved the iron plow."Dad, I want to go to town tomorrow and sell some of our wheat." Said his son Keane, swallowing the food in his mouth."Half of the wheat should be handed over to the Baron, and the other half is the fine grain for this year's festival. Where is there any surplus?" Old Blu wheezed his plow."Ruby hasn't added new clothes since the end of last year. I want to pull two feet of cloth for her." Keane said hard.Old Blu stopped his iron plow and looked at the son standing in front of him.Take charge as chief of what Kean is twenty years old, he is already a mature adult in other families. But has the final say in this family.Because he had the blood of going to the battlefield and killing people, old Blu existed in the village that no one dared to provoke, let alone at home.Keane may have kept this sentence in his heart for a long time. After opening the clip, he said how hard his wife ruby was and what he should do for ruby."In that case, our family can only eat a mouthful of bread this autumn. Have you thought it over?" Said old Blu, leaning on an iron plow.He didn't seem so hard to talk. The old friends who came back from joining the army with him knew that old Blu was a kind-hearted man in the military camp."I don't care." Keane said with his chest up.Next to him, ruby pulled lackey's arm and told him to talk less.Ruby doesn't care about new clothes. She is satisfied to live in peace with her husband and children. She is a simple and hardworking farm girl.Keane did this only because of his pride. He felt he owed ruby.Old Blu turned and looked at his daughter-in-law. He had dark yellow skin, thin body and a layer of linen towel wrapped around his head, just like most women in the village.His daughter-in-law was married from a neighboring village by old Blu with the silver Deloitte given by the Baron as a dowry after the war.Ruby's father died on the battlefield in his early years, and her mother died a few years ago. After the silver was divided up by her aunts and uncles, she married old Blu's house.For ruby, this is her real home. Her son and husband are everything to her.Thinking that his daughter-in-law had not even added a piece of jewelry after she was married, old Blu was silent."You can't sell all the wheat. You have to leave a mouthful of porridge for the children." Without thinking too long, old blue nodded."OK!" Keane smiled.One year old children don't eat much. According to old Blu's previous idea, they strive to feed their children a bowl of porridge a day. Now it seems that they can only feed them once in two or three days.There were not many wheat varieties planted last winter. For the food consumption of half a year, it is certainly not enough to rely on the wheat harvest alone. We must also plant other miscellaneous grains that can fill our stomachs.Half of this wheat will be handed over to the Baron, and part will be left for the children to drink porridge. It is impossible to pull two feet of good cloth, but ordinary fancy cloth is still OK."Sell the iron sword at home. Go to Uncle Robbins in town and beat Ruby a silver ring." Old Blu went on."Ah? That's the weapon you used when you joined the army. Didn't you say you wanted to pass it on as a family heirloom?" Keane asked in surprise."I don't think it's possible to fight this war again. If you keep it, it can only rust. Take it and sell it!" Old Blu didn't answer his son's words and continued to fight against the farmland under his feet.Not long after the winter snow melted away, the ground was still very hard. After so long, old Blu sweated half his body. He couldn't refuse to be old.Seeing that his father didn't intend to talk, Keane stopped asking. No one in the family could disobey what old Blu decided.He took the kettle from his wife and brought out the hot water from home. Now there is only a little residual temperature.With a small sip, moistening the throat dried by swallowing chestnut cakes, Keane went to old bru and continued their unfinished farm work.Chaka Town, a northern town in tyre Province in the eastern part of the kingdom of forstan.More than 2000 townspeople, surrounded by six villages, make the town full of vitality every day.It was a new day, and every family began to get busy. There were cries of selling things all over the streets of the town.The men who went to work outside the town walked out in groups, while the women sat on both sides of the street, sewing clothes and selling some manual work.The life of the residents in the town is much better than that in the village. No wonder so many people in the village want to live in the town, while the residents in the town are looking forward to entering the city under the baron.This is the hope of the vast majority of civilians in this land."Hey, Keane, why are you in town?" A strong man with wild animal fur and a long bow asked when he saw Keane who had just entered the city."Brother white, I'll do something in town." Keane said with a smile.White is a hunter. His father and Keane's father, old blue, were comrades in arms many years ago. One is in the town and the other is in the village. They are far apart. There is little contact at ordinary times, but they must say hello when they meet. Old blue and white's father have a good relationship."Yes." Seeing Keane carrying a big bag, white knew roughly what was going on.Not long after the harvest this season, many farmers will grind the wheat and take it to the town for sale."I went to the woods outside the town. See you later!" White waved and said."See you later!" Keane also said goodbye.Walking in Shaka Town, many people still knew Keane and greeted him.This is all due to his father who went to the battlefield. The young man who followed the Baron back from the battlefield, the No. 100 man in Shaka town.The older generation all know.First go to the town tax collector and pay the grain payable in the first half of this year. Keane went to a grocery store in the town with a bag weighing only one-third of the original weight."Two hundred and ten copper delers, little Keane, put them away!" The owner of the grocery store was a thin old man with lost hair and a woven hat."Uncle cook, you gave ten more." Keane nodded a handful of copper in his hand and said in surprise."I didn't give you much. You can take it." The old man smiled, squeezed out a few gaps in his thin cheeks, smiled and said, "old Blu, how's the old guy recently?""Very good. When this year's Beer Festival, your two elders will have a good chat." Keane thanked as he said.Ten pieces of copper are not much, but old cook can make a profit in almost three days.After saying goodbye to the grocer, Keane went to the blacksmith's shop in town.The flower cloth is not in a hurry. With this money, you can buy it anytime. Keane has to sell the iron sword hidden in the grain bag first.Since the end of the war, Faustin has banned iron equipment year by year. Especially after the new king succeeded to the throne last year, he had to register in the town to buy a kitchen knife and make an iron plow.Only those adventurers who have no basis and uncertain whereabouts usually carry a weapon."Dang! Dang! Dang!" The continuous beating came from the blacksmith's shop.The temperature in early spring is still a little cold, but when we get close to the blacksmith's shop, a heat wave comes from the blacksmith's shop.Having loosened the thick linen cloth he was wearing, Keane went into the blacksmith's shop."Uncle Robbins!" Shouted at the blacksmith."Dang! Dang!" The beating gradually stopped, and a big man with dark muscles came out of it."It's Keane. What can I do for you?" The big man took a gray rag from the hook of the door frame and wiped the sweat and ashes on his body."Uncle Robbins, how much do you think this sword is worth?" Keane took an iron sword from the grain bag.Although there are many gaps in the blade, it is still sharp as a whole. The body of the sword is clean and cold. It seems that the owner of this long sword doesn't wipe it less at ordinary times."Old Blu's sword?" Robbins raised his eyes slightly and recognized the sword with only one look.
