Therefore, he picked up a fine gold chisel and with a ding, made a hole in the short sword.
"Ouch." At this moment, Batom couldn't help but cry out from the doorway.
"What are you yelling about, Batom." Brand was almost startled enough to shake his hand. If it weren't for his decent skills, this treasure sword worth fifteen hundred Thor would've been ruined.
Brand doesn't have the money to buy another one right now.
Red Beard's mercenary knew he almost caused trouble, so he stayed honest and silent. Inside, he was bleeding, knowing that the usual craftsman would be heartbroken seeing Sir Knight damage the dwarf's ironwork so. Unfortunately, Brand didn't have this awareness; he picked up the chisel and struck again.
This strike nearly hit Batom's heart.
