"A silver bolt? Aren't you being extravagant?" A Ming asked.
Silver is too soft for arrowheads.
"Only truly useless things can be called art."
Xue Three's fingers caressed the silver arrowhead as he continued, "Besides, who knows if there are indigenous vampires or something similar in this world? I, for one, like to be prepared. If I hadn't seen you eating blood sausage with garlic before and realized garlic has no effect on vampires, I would've actually wanted to smear some garlic juice on it."
"What are you two doing?" Siniang's voice came from outside the house.
"Hm?" A Ming looked at Siniang with some confusion. He had seen her accompany My lord back to his room earlier. So soon?
"Something's happened. Come take a look," Siniang said.
Something had indeed happened. The body of a barbarian soldier had been discovered and brought back.
By the time A Ming and Xue Three arrived, Zheng Fan, the blind man, and others were already gathered in the courtyard.
