Chapter 11 (2/2)

The only thing that worried me was the double-edged sword I gave to him. Although Nuode praise the sword as very good, it was not made according to Nuode’s body measurements. In the past, I had the confidence that I made swords that were the first under the heavens, but right now I can’t help but worry if that sword could withstand high level magic bombardment, if it could cut through magic armor. On the battlefield, weapons are half of life, and I gave Nuode an untrustworthy sword. This made me depressed.

These days I still made swords, every day making tens of failed goods.

Another piece of news was that the village’s n.o.ble’s Purple Jade  was auctioned at an exorbitant price. Yazi, the owner of the flower shop, had her photo printed in the paper. A beautiful woman fulfilling the standards of an adult woman, long black hair draped like a shawl, her eyes squinting in an expression happiness. Age was recorded as 25 years, just a little less than my age, but even I could not handle such a scary role. I could never guess what she was really thinking behind that smiling expression.

As someone who took care of that flower pot, I could have gotten a cut, but because on a certain night I secretly plucked its feathers to make a bow an arrow, my conscience was not at piece, so I rejected it. Goodbye, n.o.ble’s Purple Jade! The days I took care of you were very happy!

Another piece of news that concerned me was bad news. Steel prices went up. Although I occasionally do some free service, I still am a businessman who must consider manufacturing costs. The fluctuation in steel prices was not big, but it was a bad omen. Have the munitions for suppressing the Devil Race increased? Anyway, my weapon prices also increased.

(3) The Uncle and the Cold Virus

03-01-12 Tuesday

Weather: Dark Clouds

This was really careless.

I didn’t think that when a person was in a long-term state of low magic stores, immunity would also lower. Yesterday night, when Elan went to my room to wake me, I saw her tearful look and discovered that my s.h.i.+rt was soaked through with sweat.

Shaking I climbed out of bed with a dizzy head. I could fall down at any time.

This was not simply the after effects of magic depletion. I suddenly realized that I had probably caught a cold.

As a result, today I hung up a closed signboard, wrapped in a quilt and s.h.i.+vering with cold.

Until now, since I had been reincarnated, I had not been sick even once.

Elan feverishly swept the room while looking after the boiling soup in the kitchen.

Although I said, “Leave the cooking up to me,” I was firmly rejected by Elan.

“Brother He, please rest well. I can do this small thing.”

I lay down on the bed. From the corner of my eye, I saw Little Hairball push open the door a crack to secretly watch me. Below, were a few white strands of hair and green eyes. It was Ka Luona. Early in the morning, Yazi had brought Li Sanai to come see me, and not long after, the village head had come to express his sympathies.

This really let me rest well.

I closed my eyes and soon fell into deep slumber.

This time, I dreamt a bad dream. I call it a dream, but it’s more like a replay of a video.

Hanging from the ceiling of the company is a rope. In the air, a stiff body swayed. The background was blood-red and a stifling black.

Mocking and jeering, bewilderment and sorrow, the air was filled with all kinds of smells.

A freaky, repulsive face laughed maliciously before my eyes, then twisted and warped into a demon.

You b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, can you not let go of me, even in this world?

Just as I bit the bullet, suddenly, for no reason, I calmed down.

Cold sweat disappeared without a trace, and the unrest in my heart also vanished like smoke.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Elan using a damp cloth to diligently rub the sweat off my face.

I sighed with relief. I didn’t know how long I slept, but the steaming soup was already delivered to me.

“Sorry, because Little Hairball wanted to watch Brother He, of my own accord, I let it……”

I turned to the side to look and saw the silver-haired donkey at my side wearing a sorrowful expression.

I rubbed its head, and it woke up. It licked my hand familiarly.

At last, three people drank nice and warm soup together.

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