In a long bygone era, a time teeming with remarkable artisans, humanity, beastman, and elf civilizations were flourishing at their peak. Back then, a legendary human blacksmith undertook a solitary journey to broaden his horizons. After his long journey, it was finally time for the blacksmith to return home. Yet, when he arrived, the people saw a pair of eyes in his face that bore the mark of time and hardship. The first thing he did upon his return was to throw himself back into his workshop, tirelessly forging a sword day and night.
No one knew how much time had passed before the blacksmith finally emerged from his workshop, holding a simple yet sturdy sword. He handed the blade over to his apprentice and peacefully succumbed to eternal slumber. As the final sword crafted by the blacksmith, the apprentice named it "Last Sound".
Nobody knew what had transpired during the blacksmith's journey, and the only clue left behind were his last words. "This sword was not forged for the purpose of killing," and, "Please remind anyone who holds it to be prepared to move forward." These words of the blacksmith sparked curiosity among many, but regrettably, in the end, the sword was forgotten.
"Last Sound" was fairly sharp, but not nearly enough to be considered a renowned blade. Despite its impressive hardness, it was not deemed exceptional by those skilled in swords. After all, a sword requires more than simple hardness. The plain hilt and lack of elaborate detailing caused many to overlook the perfectly slender, streamlined body of the sword. Ultimately, the world accorded "Last Sound," the blade that had cost the blacksmith his life to create, the label of an "excellent work," but not a legendary sword. Thus, "Last Sound" was forgotten, tucked away in some unknown corner.
When it comes to swords, only the renowned blades steeped in fame would catch the eyes of connoisseurs and be etched into the memory of individuals. In the end, the general consensus was that "Last Sound" was but an ordinary sword.
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Brey, carrying "Last Sound," entered the Adventurer's Guild. Despite its name, the guild was essentially a place providing intermediary services. After a period of perseverance and determination, Brey managed to elevate himself from an F-ranked nobody to an E-rank adventurer, just one step away from reaching the esteemed D-rank.
Without dreams, there’s no motivation to work, Brey believed. Pacing around the guild, Brey scanned various bulletin boards for a mission he could complete alone but found none.
"Ah! Don't touch there!" A young blue-haired girl, face flushed, was lying in the middle of the guild hall, her legs tightly closed. Dressed in a short, off-shoulder cerulean robe adorned with delicate patterns, the girl struggled to rise, her undergarment barely concealed beneath her short skirt.
Overpowered by the sight, men in the guild hall howled like wolves. Brey, too, was tempted to join in but instead sighed and averted his gaze.
"Madam, I will...continue if you don't agree to come with me." A girl dressed as a maid with short black hair was pressing herself against the other girl.
"No... I won't go back!" she exclaimed.
"Well then, forgive me for my rudeness," the maid replied.
Brey covered his right eye and watched this drama unfold through the fingers of his left hand. "In broad daylight, this is exceptional," he thought, pretending to cover his eyes, and gave a nod of approval for this unexpected spectacle.
"However, I presume these two have nothing to do with me," Brey shrugged, resuming his search for a suitable task, yet he soon found himself greatly mistaken.
"Hello, sir, I'm Virginia, and this is Blanche." The blue-haired girl walked up to him with the maid by her side, introducing themselves with a smile.
The spectacle they had just put on had caught the attention of the adventurers in the guild. They swarmed over, trying to convince Virginia and Blanche to join their teams. Somehow, these newcomers, still only F-rank adventurers, had become the center of attention.Please translate the following Chinese text into English:
However, it was obvious that the two girls had no intention of paying attention to these lechers, and had no interest in those who were trying to catch them off guard.
In the end, they chose the most reliable-looking person in the crowd, yes, that was Brey.
Masked, with a refined appearance, and quite gentlemanly.
Upon seeing him, Virginia's eyes lit up and she approached Brey.
Brey examined Virginia and Blanche, the latter being indifferent, while the former was brimming with excitement.
Could it be love at first sight?
— “Am I a fool... to be expecting such a thing?”
Brey couldn't help but make a remark about himself as the two women's beauty took him by surprise, which would attract the majority of people.
Was Brey also one of them?
However, after taking a closer look, Brey who was momentarily entranced, quickly regained his composure.
“What…”
But before Brey could finish, Virginia interrupted excitedly.
“How many are in your party?”
“Well, just me.”
“Would you like to form a team with us?”
— “Are the young ladies stepping out for an adventure?”
Brey found himself with no room to refuse.
After glancing at the two outstanding beauties, Brey appeared despondent.
“Alright…”
Seeing Brey like this, Virginia began to question whether joining Brey's team was the right choice.
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“Swish…”
With her eyes low and her two daggers in hand, Blanche expertly butchered the bovine demon in front of her.
"Miss, the butchering is done," Blanche said with a frown, obviously not enjoying this task.
Over the past two months, Blanche's frowns were too many to count.
Virginia quietly chanted and a cool frost covered the demon's corpse.
“We've finished gathering ingredients," Virginia said, flicking her hair and smiling at Brey.
To Virginia, being an adventurer was a novel experience.
It was filled with fun and challenges.
“So, we are D-class adventurers now, right?” asked Virginia.
Brey nodded, walking over to the frosted corpse and started tying it up with a rope.
He had been working with Virginia and Blanche for two months.
During this time, Brey realized just how much of a freeloader he's been.
Well, he made it to D-Class.
“Virginia, give me a hand, craft a simple cart,” Brey let out a breath.
Having magic really is a great thing.
“Okay, Brey~” Virginia responds with a smile.
