After returning the sword to its sheath, Brey quietly used a spell to appraise the weapon.

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"Last Sound"

Type: Longsword

Size: 80cm length, 5.5cm width

Overall: A masterpiece sword, now a damaged blade with a chipped edge, but the material remains excellent.

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This sword could only be evaluated for its name and basic information, which means it's not a famous blade.

"Judging by your face, you seem disappointed." Mira noticed Brey's disappointment.

"After all, I thought I could get something really good here." Brey shrugged.

"Can't figure out anything." Brey sighed.

The appraisal spell is not omnipotent, it can't provide useful feedback if there is little related information in the knowledge base or if the user is not skilled enough.

"Appraisal has its limitations. You're going to encounter a lot of things you can't see clearly." Mira shook her head and spoke.

"My future, huh..." Brey mused for a moment.

"Aren't you going to swing the sword?" Mira suddenly suggested.

"No, I don't want to ruin this broken sword." Brey grimaced.

"This sword is of good quality, after all, it was always used by Barosa."

"It doesn't look like it's been used for a long time…" Besides its chipped edge, the 'Last Sound' was in good condition, without any sign of rust.

"Mm, Barosa was very fond of this sword."

"Still got chipped..." Upon hearing Mira's words, Brey couldn't help but retort.

"Because when that fool was young, he wielded this sword to chop down something formidable."

"Was he successful?"

"No." Mira regretfully shook her head.

Frustrated, Brey weighed the sword in his hand.

This sword, it's not reliable for chopping things.

"Consider this sword your payment for running errands for Barosa."

"A broken sword... aren't there any better things to replace it?"

"No, that's it." Mira put on a stern face.

"…" Brey lowered his head and reluctantly slung the sword at his back.

"Such a sword, it can't even sell for a good price." The blade didn't even have beautiful patterns, and the handle was of a functional design.

—"It doesn't even have a chance to be sold as a crafting product!"

"What's your name?" Mira abruptly asked.

"Brey Krass, a countryman." Brey made a small joke.

"Thank you, countryman."

"Hey! My name is Brey!"

"Alright, countryman, it's time for you to leave the Tomb of Lingering Spirits." Mira's tone turned serious.

"Okay, I won't argue." Brey didn't have the energy to quibble with Mira anymore.

"I also feel I should leave, it's strange for a living person to stay in a cemetery…"

"Even if you're a bit special, you can't stay here for too long."

"Am I special..."

"Mm." Mira nodded, affirming that.

"So, which way should I go?" This forest was difficult to navigate.

"From here, you can go in any direction. Keep going and you'll leave the Tomb of Lingering Spirits."

"The way you come in, is the way you'll go out." Mira's voice trailed off.

Mira backed away, her voice fading into the shadows of the trees.

"Wait! I have one last question!!!" Brey suddenly shouted.

"Our Iron Kind… we humans… how insignificant are we——"

"Whether humans are insignificant or not, look with your right eye.” Mira's voice echoed in Brey's ear.

“On this long journey, just remember not to lose yourself,” she said.

"Did Barosa leave with a smile at the end?" After a moment of silence, Mira's voice resounded, filled with sorrow.

"Yes, he left with a big smile."

"Thank you for telling me these."

"And I thank you for sharing your side of the story."

As Brey's voice fell, the surrounding bright scenery abruptly faded away.

Next moment, Brey found himself standing in the dark forest.

Silence, without any noise.

Formerly, Brey always thought heroes were formidable, he always thought the Demon Lord is terrifying, he always thought the world was actually quite simple.

But it's not until now that the full picture of the world has truly unfolded before Brey.

"From now on, as an ordinary person, I still have to continue to make money."

Brey touched his eye mask.

For the first time, Brey felt that it was quite fortunate of him to encounter such troublesome matters.

"Clang——"

Brey shook his sword attached to his back, which emitted a loud, clear sound.

"Oh broken sword, please guide me in the future."

This is the first time Brey owned his own sword.

Stepping on the dead leaves on the ground, Brey walked straight ahead, one step at a time.

After a while, Brey's steps came to a halt.

A twisted corpse was shuffling on the ground.

The clothes on the corpse were still new, with very few areas of damage.

The face of this twisted corpse was full of terror.

With no sound, the corpse continued to shuffle on the ground, heading in a direction unknown.

Brey squatted next to the corpse and picked up the dagger beside it.

Brey wiped the dry leaves and mud sticking to the knife, then put it in the bewildered dead man's cloth pocket.

"Wish you find peace soon, my thief friend," Brey gave a bitter smile.

Dusting off the dirt on his trousers, Brey stood up and continued in the direction he was going.

As long as he kept going, he would definitely be able to walk out of this graveyard of the dead.

Brey's arrival brought a bit of restlessness to this ancient cemetery.

But such a disturbance, for the wandering graveyard, is probably just a little ripple.

The wandering graveyard, where the living should not enter.