People are dying on the pillar, and there is no misery at the beginning

Chapter 55 - The Forge of "Rachel"

The sky has darkened, and the stars in the sky are gradually revealed like a feast.

"call--!!"

The cold north wind blows white snowflakes, showing a glimmer of light under the dark sky.

"Crack! Crack!" The fire outside the house was crackling, and sparks were splashing with the crackling of firewood.

Warm lights shine from the Zaomen family's wooden house, illuminating a bright area on the snow.

It was also draped over Shang Quanna who stepped out of the darkness.

Ganluji Sakuramochi stared blankly at Shang Quanna who was smiling and rubbing her head. The bone knife in her hand was inadvertently dropped and fell to the ground.

puff!

The bone knife that was released was deeply inserted into the snow.

"joyous…"

"Welcome home…"

Ganluji Sakuramochi looked dreamily at Shang Quanna standing in front of her, and murmured in disbelief.

"Ah! Brother!!" The young Zaomen Mao stood at the door. He pulled the thick layers of cloth with his hands, and ran over excitedly.

While yelling, he also yelled at the kitchen door father who was cooking in the house:
"Father!! Brother is back!!"

The heat turned into mist and rose around his mouth.

Shang Quannai watched Zaomen Mao running towards him happily, and he squatted down slightly.

puff!
"Ugh!!"

He hugged Zaomen Mao who was running over, straightened up and held Mao on his shoulders.

Zaomen Shigeru was taken aback, turned his head to look at Shang Quanna who was draping himself on his shoulders like a bath towel, and sniffled.

Something seems wrong.

Then, my wife Renshan with yellow hair supported Murata in a blink of an eye, and walked slowly from the darkness behind Shang Quannai.

creak!creak!
My wife Renshan stepped on the snow with difficulty.

"I'm exhausted...ha...ha...!"

Panting heavily, he shook Murata beside him vigorously, and the sweat on his forehead ran across his face and dripped into the snow.

Murata didn't respond, and looked calmly at the snow-white ground under his feet, wondering what he was thinking.

The swordsmith stood aside with his ribs in his hands, his thin clothes trembling slightly in the cold wind.

The light from the fire on the side warmed him, making him involuntarily stand on the side facing the stove with his ribs in his hands.

"Karma! Karma!"

The black crow flew out of the night inconspicuously, landed next to the stove, shook the snow off its body, and combed its feathers with its beak.

Zaomen Tanzi stood behind Ganlusi Sakura Cake, looking curiously at the two unfamiliar faces of the swordsmith and Murata.

Shang Quannai patted Ganluji Sakura Cake on the shoulder, bent down to pick up the white bone knife from the snow, and said softly with some fatigue:

"It's been hard work for you during this time."

Ganlu Temple reacted when he heard the words, shook his head quickly, and blinked a little at a loss.

My wife Renshan was taken aback when he heard the words. He gritted his teeth, looked at Shang Quannai angrily, gritted his teeth and shook Murata next to him vigorously, and squeezed his voice in a low voice, a little out of breath:

"Asshole, I'm obviously working hard too...!"

At this time, Zaomen's father was leaning against the door of the house, against the warm light inside the house, he tightened his sleeves and shouted to the crowd:

"Hey!!"

"Come on in! It's going to be very cold at night!"

Hearing this, Shang Quannai raised his lowered gaze and looked into the warm room.

"Okay, let's go in." He carried Zaomen Mao on his shoulders.

A group of people followed behind Ganlu Temple Sakura Cake and Zaomen Charcoal, and walked into this small wooden house one after another.

……

……

inside the house.

Shangquanna, swordsmith Yingying, my wife Renshan, Murata, Ganluji and Zaomen Tanzi sat around the table on tatami mats.

What are they talking about.

click!

The kitchen door father closed the open door, and the whistling wind outside the room was immediately cut off.

"Renshan, do you know the swordsmith?" Shang Quannai held the wooden teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and looked at my wife Renshan who was pinching the swordsmith's wrist.

"what?"

Hearing this, my wife Renshan was taken aback for a moment, and she couldn't help but let go of the swordsmith's hand in embarrassment.

"I saw just now that you seem to know each other very well at the foot of the mountain."

Shang Quannai quietly glanced at the loveless Murata next to her, deliberately bringing up the topic.

Under the scornful eyes of the swordsmith Yingying, my wife Renshan hid her saber "Raikier" under the table.

My wife Renshan scratched the back of her head, and glanced aside with flickering eyes.

"Ah, ah... so... Speaking of it, it seems that we know each other..."

The swordsmith squinted his eyes and happily took a sip of his hot tea.

He rubbed his wrist that was pinched by my wife Renshan just now, and said calmly:

"It's more than acquaintance."

pat!

He put the teacup on the table and looked at my wife Renshan with narrowed eyes:

"This guy…"

Snapped!
The swordsmith Ying squinted her eyes, raised two fingers together, and slammed my wife's benevolent face hard!

Snapped!Snapped!
While poking back and forth vigorously, he clenched his other fist angrily, and angrily reprimanded my wife Renshan loudly:

"This guy!! Ah! Back then, he said he was a down-and-out nobleman!"

My wife Renshan turned her head away, silently accepting the swordsmith Yingying's finger poking, and kept silent with a guilty conscience.

"Then! Ah! I beg the master to take him in!"

Snapped!
The knife maker Yingying frantically poked my wife Renshan's spine, her face was full of disdain:

"The result! Later, he said that he was going to be some kind of samurai!"

"Who are you going to guard the village! Go hunting!"

"In the end, I gave you a knife! As a result, you almost wandered around the village with a knife every day!"

"Holding a knife, claiming to be a samurai, and helping the old lady to buy vegetables during autumn hunting!!"

The swordsmith Yingying opened her eyes as she spoke, staring coldly at the back of my wife Renshan who was sweating crazily.

"Samurai! Where's your warrior soul!!"

"Suddenly disappeared into the village one day! Never came back!"

"Me! Master! Everyone in the village thought you were dead! Did you know!?"

"If you have a conscience, go back and have a look! Go and see your clothes tomb!!"

Snapped!
The swordsmith Yingying almost stood up, squatting and poking my wife Renshan who was about to crawl under the table.

My wife benevolently covered her ears, shook her head frantically, and responded with a miserable cry:

"I don't want to either!!"

"I was struck by lightning that day! Thunder!!"

"After waking up, I have been in a daze, and I got lost! I don't know which town I came to..."

Saying that, my wife Renshan sniffled and leaned aside with a sad face:
"Then... I rested in that town for a while and helped a lot of people..."

pat.

At this time, Shang Quannai put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the two people fighting in front of him, and then at the thoughtful Murata, and said:
"In this way, the Rachel was made by you, the knifesmith?"

The swordsmith Yingying, who was in a state of resentment, froze for a moment.

He subconsciously looked down at the saber hidden under the table by my wife Renshan.

Then he pulled it out!
Snapped!
Throwing it on the table, everyone looked curiously, the golden thunder pattern spread along the black blade, looking very mysterious and noble.

"This knife..."

The knifesmith stared at the unfamiliar Lei Wen on the knife, and was a little choked up for a while.

"Yes, this is the knife you used." My wife Renshan turned sideways and looked at the swordsmith with red eyes.

"I told you all! I was struck by lightning together with him..."

(End of this chapter)