The events at the Grave of Rambling didn't particularly affect Brey.

Everything was normal and peaceful, at least that's what Brey believed.

If there had been some changes, it was that Brey now owned a sword.

However, the sword was rather severely blunted.

Brey figured, as his first sword it deserved to be restored.

Typically, a blunted blade could be sharpened again. Despite the "Last Sound" poseing a serious problem, it should still be resharpened if enough effort is exerted.

Hence, confidently holding the hard-earned 500G coins, Brey rushed to the blacksmith's shop.

"Boss, please check this sword for me!!! It is blunted." Brey pushed open the wooden door of the blacksmith shop and slammed the sword onto the counter.

"I... I'm not the boss!!!" Behind the counter, a girl with pink hair waved her arms frantically.

—"This man looks so scary!!! So scary！！！！！"

—"Is he a robber?! Is he a robber?!!!"

Brey, wearing an eyepatch, was easily associated with "brutality".

The girl's pale face was a shock for Brey.

Brey was actually handsome, it was the eyepatch that added hundred percent cruelty to him.

The girl's reaction deepened the despair in Brey's dead-fish eyes.

—"As expected, I'm not going to intersect with any females."

The loud calls from behind the counter alerted the blacksmith who was working.

"Hey!! Who is shouting in someone else's shop!!"

"Is it you!!?! Young man!!!"

Brey actually wanted to say that he was already twenty years old, but he kept silent upon seeing the blacksmith who looked at least sixty.

At sixty, he indeed had the right to call himself a young man.

"Um, this sword?" The blacksmith glanced at the sword on the table, his eyes brightened.

"Yes, the blade of the sword is blunted, I want you to fix it."

The blacksmith just nodded, taking the sword without a word.

"Do you want it to be sharpened?" the blacksmith asked Brey.

"Uh...Is it very expensive?" Brey's heart sank at the blacksmith's expression.

Was this the look of about to fleece him?

Brey was lost in thought when he heard the blacksmith sigh.

"It is not a matter of expense, I can not fix it."

"Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The exclamation did not come from Brey, but from the girl who had been hiding behind the blacksmith.

"Even dad can't fix it?" The girl stared at the sword incredulously.

"Dad...Dad!!?!?" Terror was written all over Brey's face.

The girl looked no more than ten years old, where the blacksmith was at least sixty years old.

"She is my adopted daughter, is there any problem." The blacksmith glared at Brey, who's exclamation just now had embarrassed the girl.

"No problem…" Brey shrank his neck, discussing others' family affairs indeed was impolite.

"So, boss, you really can't sharpen it?"

"I can't, and you'll get the same answer everywhere else." The blacksmith rubbed his shoulder stiff from smithing.

"I have never seen the material this sword is made of... But I can guarantee the hardness and flexibility of the sword, it is beyond my skills. I can't imagine what it must have cut to get damaged so much."

"What!!! My dad is the best blacksmith in the Weil..."

"Oo!!!" The girl who wanted to say something was abruptly silenced by the blacksmith.

"It's hard to imagine a sword like this in the hands of a novice adventurer."

"Eh, I picked it up."

"From some ruins?"

"No, from a graveyard."

"...You adventurers really dare do anything." The blacksmith narrowed his eyes at Brey.

Brey gave a hollow laugh, he certainly couldn't tell it was given by a dead person.

"Even if you find another blacksmith, the result won't change. But if you want to sell it to me, I can offer a high price."

"Forget it" Brey shook his head.

Then he directly left the blacksmith's shop."Eh, eh! This robber is really impolite!" The girl sulked, complaining.

"Robber?" The boss looked at the girl with confusion.

"Yeah! Wearing a mask and all… Doesn't it look like a robber!?"

"..." The boss wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, agreeing in silence.

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"I really want to sell you."

Brey stared at the "Last Sound", muttering to himself.

"But after all, it's my first sword..."

Brey touched the blade with his hand, finding no blood on his finger.

This damn thing is not sharp at all!

Brey seriously doubted what this sword could cut.

It seems it can only be used to bash people.

But even for bashing, Brey worried that the whole sword would break.

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In an unknown place, there was a blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith, an elderly man with white hair, was full of explosive muscles, completely concealing his old age.

"Master, you're still forging swords..." A young man just woke up, walked into the smithy, and was surprised to find the old man forging the sword.

"If you don't practice forging swords, you will regress."

"I see Master could probably forge a famous sword in a while." The young man looked at the old man with anticipation.

"Ho ho, there are many famous swords, but I am not worthy."

"How could it be, Master is..."

The old man shook his head, wiped his sweat, and ceased from continuing to forge swords.

"You should remember all the famous swords by now."

"Yes!" The young man proudly tilted up his head.

"Haha, but do you know there are many swords stronger than famous ones?"

"How could it be..." A famous sword is the highest honor a sword can receive.

"Let me think...yes...like the 'Last Sound'..." The old man said in a low voice, falling into recollection.