in the edge

Chapter 570 Hero Sword

Most of the evil masters who roam the world have bad tempers, and doing business with them is often very dangerous. But there is one good thing about these evil masters, that is, even if a few of them die occasionally, the government will not bother to pay attention.

Although it was true that a murder had occurred in the blacksmith shop, as long as no one reported it to the police, there would be no murder - so, after instructing a few apprentices to chop up the body of the burly man and throw it into the forge to burn it into ashes, everyone pretended that nothing had happened today.

The order from the evil master and the seven-day appointment never existed from the beginning. It was obvious that the old blacksmith was lucky and picked up good iron from the mountains, which enabled him to forge such a magical weapon.

Yes, a magic weapon was forged.

If a blacksmith forges a magical weapon, he will naturally sell it.

Indeed, this sword did have an enchanting attraction that could be described as magical. It even guided his hand to kill the burly man with evil intentions. But precisely because this sword was too magical, the old blacksmith did not dare to keep it in his hands. Even if he took a step back, this was the murder weapon after all. Although the body had been thrown into the furnace and burned, if the weapon was still in his hands... what if it brought disaster?
It would be better to sell the sword early while no one knows about this, then pack up and run away to another place.

What's more, he has already got the most important thing. After all, this sword was forged by him. No matter who uses this sword to make a name for himself in the future, they will all remember him, the blacksmith who forged this weapon.

Of course, he probably won't be able to use it in his generation, after all, this sword is related to a murder case. But when he dies and his children and grandchildren grow up, they can rely on the name of the sword their ancestor made to have endless food and drink and never worry about expenses.

From this perspective, although the old blacksmith is not very good at running the blacksmith shop, he does have some cleverness of his own.

But, that's just some cleverness.

The old blacksmith is old now, and has long passed the passionate and impulsive days of his youth. Perhaps he once had daydreams and grand ambitions, but those things were eventually worn away by the passage of time.

Time has taken away the clear stupidity, leaving only the cunning of the old hands.

Things like swords should be given to young people, because only young people would want to travel the world with a sword.

He is already old and no longer has any ideas of making a living. Now he just wants something practical, something he can hold in his own hands.

For example, silver and money.

"Thank you, sir. Please take care!"

Seeing the young knight put down his purse and take away the sword, the old blacksmith smiled.

Now that he had the sword, he could naturally run away. So it only took the old blacksmith two or three days to sell all his belongings. Although he was still a little reluctant to leave the blacksmith shop, considering the murder case, he finally chose to leave quickly.

"Why don't you report it to the police?"

Such a thought had also arisen in the old blacksmith's mind, but this thought only appeared for a moment before he was rejected.

Although theoretically, it was the burly man who started the fight first, even if he reported the incident to the police, he could still claim it was self-defense - but that was the problem. If he reported the incident to the police, the case would have to be investigated, but things like this often cannot withstand investigation.

Yes, the body of the burly man had been burned in the stove, and even the bloodstains had been sprinkled with pig and chicken blood and then wiped clean. Even if a capable constable came, he would not be able to find any clues.

But what if? What if something else is found out?

What if something else is really found out, how will he be able to live his life?
Therefore, the current way of handling it is still the best. As the saying goes, it is better to have less trouble than more. Instead of reporting to the police and then being put in jail, it is better to find a new place and live a few days of peace before things get out of hand.

"But if that's the case, the reputation of making that sword will be..."

Another thought arose in the old blacksmith's mind, which made him hesitate.

Indeed, if he chooses to run away now, this title will most likely be lost, but staying here will obviously be more dangerous - so the old blacksmith just hopes that no one will claim this reputation. After all, he is the only one who knows the craft of forging mother-and-child swords, and few people would choose to study this fancy forging method. This is also his way of proving his identity.

So, after a dozen years or so, when he has passed on this craft, his children and grandchildren will still be able to enjoy this glory, right?
Absolutely, you can.

The old blacksmith thought so and encouraged himself.

With this fantasy in mind, the old blacksmith walked all the way out of Jiange. Although he traveled very fast to avoid the murder, he could not travel far in a day - so, he and a few apprentices stayed in an inn outside Jiange town on the first night.

That night, the old blacksmith tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for most of the night because he had too many things on his mind.

Fortunately, in the second half of the night, the old blacksmith was finally exhausted and fell into a drowsy sleep, which gave him a chance to rest for a while.

Perhaps because he had finally settled down a little, the old blacksmith even started to dream.

The old blacksmith once dreamed of his youth. At that time, he was just starting out and still maintained his love for swords. His favorite thing to do at that time was to find a wooden stick and use it as a sword to chop weeds and saplings on the roadside, and even to go to other people's fields to cut vegetables that people had grown.

Because of this impulsiveness, he was often beaten when he was a child. Although the stick was broken, his love for swords always remained in his heart.

So after he grew a little bigger, he chose to become a... blacksmith.

The old blacksmith was born in a poor family and had no chance to learn martial arts. Even if he had the chance, he couldn't afford it. You know, to practice martial arts properly, one needs to eat meat to replenish the body, and even needs medicinal wine to cleanse. In addition, the purchase of weapons, each of which costs money, is not something he can hope for.

But becoming an apprentice in a blacksmith shop was another matter. On the one hand, he could earn some money to supplement his family income, and on the other hand, it allowed him to come into contact with a real sword.

Yes, a real sword is not a wooden sword, nor is it a piece of broken iron.

It is a real sword, the sharp sword used by those chivalrous knights in the martial arts world.

Although the swords would eventually be delivered to the hands of knights, before the knights came to the blacksmith shop to pick them up, these swords would eventually pass through his hands - so many times, he would sneak out one or two swords when the masters were not paying attention, draw them out of their sheaths, and imagine himself holding a sword and laughing at everyone.

The sword in hand naturally had to be swung. The old blacksmith had never learned any sword skills, so he could only rely on instinct, imitating the sword moves of those chivalrous men in the martial arts world, swinging and stabbing randomly.

But that was when he was happiest.

The blacksmith shop provided food, accommodation, and clothes. At that time, he did not need to worry about his livelihood. He could get some pocket money every month, so he could occasionally have a small meal. In the rest of the time, in addition to helping the master with ironwork, he could touch every sword to his heart's content. This was undoubtedly the happiest time.

"So... it should be waved like this."

The old blacksmith swung his sword again in his sleep, and he felt that simple happiness again.

"And then it stabbed like this... Yes, that's it. And then..."

The old blacksmith, who was about to continue swinging his sword, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Just because there was resistance under the sword blade.

This doesn't make sense. He was clearly just stealing his master's sword from the blacksmith shop. In order to avoid damaging the blade, he would only swing it in the air to get a feel for it. How could he possibly cut anything?

"Don't scare me!"

The old blacksmith was so frightened that he quickly turned the sword.

Fortunately, there was no resistance this time, and the sword in his hand cut through smoothly, as easy as cutting into the water.

Wait, a sword in your hand?

"Hmm?" The old blacksmith took a closer look and realized that the sword in his hand was not a sword blank from the blacksmith shop. It was clearly the sword he had made himself!

This is clearly the Yin-Yang Sword that was involved in a murder case!
"Yo!"

The old blacksmith was immediately shocked, and the little sleepiness he had left disappeared in an instant.

But what disappeared without a trace was only sleepiness.

The sword was still in his hand.

Not only was the sword still in his hand, but he himself had also moved to another place - he clearly remembered that he had already slept in the inn, but at this moment, there was no inn outside the town around him.
This is clearly the brothel in town! Why is he back again?

"not me……"

The startled old blacksmith quickly let go of the hilt, but the sword still stayed in the air, with no intention of falling to the ground.

It could not fall to the ground because the sword was still stuck in the person, and the person with the sword was none other than the knight who bought the sword from him in the daytime.

"You, you old fool..."

The young knight's eyes were wide open and his face was full of ferocity.

"You, how dare you..."

"No, ah, I don't have..."

Faced with the fierce aura coming towards him, the old blacksmith couldn't help but shrink his neck.

After all, he was just a blacksmith and had never seen such a scene before. What's more, he really didn't know what was going on and he was completely confused.

But at this moment, more men holding swords rushed in from outside.

"Second Master!"

When the young men saw the young knight covered in blood, they roared in anger on the spot.

"This old bastard...kill him!"

"No, I, this, is not me..."

The old blacksmith wanted to make some excuses, but those young men would not give him the chance. They chopped him on the head with their steel knives, intending to cut him into pieces on the spot!
It was at this moment of life and death that the old blacksmith instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword.

The sword that was nailed to the young knight's chest was pulled out.

The sword flashed.

With just a light scratch, the few steel knives closest to the old blacksmith were broken on the spot.

Including the people holding these steel knives.

With just one strike of the sword, five more corpses appeared on the ground.

"This……"

Seeing the corpse fall to the ground, the old blacksmith began to tremble immediately.

This was the person he killed. He had never killed anyone since he was a child... Well, it seemed like he just killed one not long ago, but how could he not be afraid of murder?
The old blacksmith was afraid, but the young men were obviously afraid as well. This sword killed five people. He was no longer an ordinary old man.

Even those masters of evil spirits might not be able to kill five people with one sword so easily!

"The old man pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger!"

One man couldn't help cursing out loud.

"This is a tricky idea! Go find the boss!"

"But the boss..."

One of the subordinates wanted to say something, but was greeted with a loud slap in the face.

Obviously, no matter what the boss is doing now, he must be called over, because the development of the situation has completely exceeded their control.

No one wanted to go up and die, so a group of young men surrounded the old blacksmith. The old blacksmith was too timid to move, let alone take a step forward - but this cautious look, in the eyes of the young men, became a kind of irony.

Especially when coupled with the six corpses lying on the ground, it was more like a silent mockery.

"Old man, I recognize you. Didn't you work in the blacksmith shop in this town before?"

Another young man raised his steel knife.

"You old fool, how dare you mess with your grandfathers? Be careful or the Giant Shark Gang will kill your whole family!"

"No, this..."

The old blacksmith was still confused. He didn't even know these vicious villains. How could their entire family suddenly be wiped out?
But the bodies were lying on the ground, and it was too late for him to explain himself. The body of the young knight could be said to be a misunderstanding, but the five newly fallen bodies were not misunderstandings at all.

If it wasn't handled properly, he might really die here.

"So what happened?"

The incident happened so suddenly that the old blacksmith is still in a daze. He really doesn't know how he suddenly returned to the town and how he suddenly became like this.

Could it be that he is still dreaming?

Is everything before my eyes actually fake?
"Yeah! These are all fake!"

Thinking of this, the old blacksmith suddenly relaxed.

"If I am really still dreaming, then everything makes sense. This is all fake, you are all fake, so I can kill so many people with one sword, so..."

Thinking of this, the old blacksmith simply drew his sword.

"Then I will be a hero in my dream today!"

(End of this chapter)