Chapter 115
The elder Southern Archer looked at the Grand Duke. The scales of the Dark Blood Net are expensive, even by his standards. If I were to sell it to the imperial family, it would be used to make armor, which would be worth its weight in gold.
Or I could ask for it to be forged into swords, weapons, and armor for my own greed.
I had every right to do as I pleased with the things I had procured for myself.
But.
“It is a great thing to be worth money, to be of economic value, but I do not think it is worth more than a sword to the men who live by it.”
The Grand Duke didn’t disagree, and the elder Southern Archer, who didn’t speak at length but understood the meaning of his words, nodded.
“I’ll have the first one forged and delivered to you, Grand Duke, and it will probably be finished just before the Fengyun Session, so please be patient.”
It was the best the elder Southern Archer could do for the Grand Duke, whom he had seen for so long, and it was a sign of respect for his aspirations to contribute precious treasures to the Southern Palace.
“I believe you.”
It was a long ride to the Fengyun Branch Hall, and during that time, he spared no time to take a sip of water or scoop a spoonful of rice, and began to meld all his experiences into the scales of the Muklin Blood Net.
It could be said, with some exaggeration, that every sword in the Southern Palace was forged in his hands, and every swordsman in the Southern Palace, the greatest of swordsmen, entrusted him with a sword that could mean the difference between life and death.
