Four Things

"You do? Good." Zhen nodded, and pointed his finger towards a small hut that was tucked in the corner of the town.

The hut had a chimney with smoke billowing out of it, and the hut was mostly created by square-shaped rocks. It looked very durable.

"That's where the blacksmith lives." Zhen said and returned his gaze to the temple above the stairs.

"When you've finished your business with the Wisdom King, you should give him a visit." He then glanced at the purple-eyed man.

If he hadn't seen the newspaper, he wouldn't have recognized him, at all. It was not only his appearance that had changed; his whole vibe was completely different.

He left the Honorable Temple as a boy but returned as a man.

"Aight." Ambrose nodded and started thinking about what kind of sword he wanted while walking up the long flight of stairs.

'I wonder if 10 pieces of crimson metal are enough for two swords.'