Holy smokes, this sword is a real gem!
Chris was over the moon, feeling like he had hit the jackpot.
It seemed like he had a knack for finding swords lately. First, it was Emmett's soft sword, and now, this little bronze blade in his hand.
The bronze sword, measuring roughly thirteen inches, boasted razor-sharp edges on both sides and was adorned with ancient patterns, looking exceptionally exquisite.
On the hilt, in small seal script, were three large characters: Mrs. Brooks!
What?
Mrs. Brooks?
Was this sword meant for a woman?
Chris was stunned, unable to wrap his head around it, when a mysterious piece of information suddenly surfaced in his mind: Mrs. Brooks' dagger, a lower-tier treasure...
Whoa, turns out it's a dagger, not a sword! No wonder it was so short.
Chris shook of
