Dear relatives and friends, distinguished guests:

Today, we mourn with heavy hearts the passing of Baron Jack Russell and Viscount Clement Russell.

Baron Jack died this month while fighting bandits. He was a great hero, and his glorious deeds will live on forever.

At the same time, Baron Jack was also a dutiful son and a gentle older brother…

Today is the funeral of Jack and his son. The funeral is presided over by an old priest from the Church of Light in Green Town. There are a lot of people in attendance; almost everyone in Green Town who is not in trouble has come.

Wu Yu watched as people he had never met before came and went, each with a face full of sorrow. Violet even burst into tears halfway through the funeral.

However, Wu Yu was an exception. He stood silently in a corner, neither happy nor sad.

For Wu Yu, Jack's death was more of a regret than a tragedy. Jack was the partner he had always dreamed of, but he had never become one. In such a sorrowful environment, Wu Yu felt out of place among the others.

Wu Yu had tried his best to minimize his presence, but people still came up to talk to him after they finished their memorial service.

The man was wearing a formal black suit this time, but his muscular physique was evident from the tight fabric.

Wu Yu recognized the man who had come; he was the blacksmith that Jack had taken him to see before.

Wu Yu initially thought the blacksmith was just passing by, but the blacksmith stopped in front of him and casually said, "I have something to discuss with you. Let's find a secluded place to talk."

"Not interested." Wu Yu was a little surprised, but he had no intention of going with the blacksmith. He wasn't in the mood to make new friends right now.

The blacksmith wasn't annoyed. After saying, "Little Jack told me to find you," he left.

Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, and only after the blacksmith had almost disappeared from his sight did he quickly follow.

Following the blacksmith, Wu Yu discovered that the blacksmith seemed to know the structure of the manor better than he did. After wandering aimlessly for a while, the two arrived at the camp where the guards trained daily.

After the guards died along with Jack, the place became empty, and almost no one came here for a month.

Seeing the blacksmith stop, Wu Yu asked warily, "Is there something you need?"

The blacksmith scrutinized Wu Yu from head to toe, frowned, and then took out a sword case from his storage ring. He placed the sword case on the ground and said to Wu Yu, "Try to see if you can draw this sword."

Since Jack had mentioned that the blacksmith was once a big shot, Wu Yu wasn't surprised that he possessed a storage ring. However, looking at the sword box, Wu Yu was quite taken aback. He remembered the sword hilt; it was the one he had broken before.

Unable to understand the blacksmith's intentions, but after realizing he meant no harm, Wu Yu extended his hand as requested.

With his hand resting on the hilt of the sword, Wu Yu felt a strange sense of familiarity. After all, it was a weapon he had used while in a skill-activated state, and Wu Yu knew it like the back of his hand.

Moreover, this sword had once given Wu Yu a sense of frustration; the thought of not being able to lift it with one hand was quite embarrassing.

But Wu Yu is no longer the same as before. After using the [Health] potion, Wu Yu's physical strength has been greatly improved. He can now wield even an ancient Green Dragon Crescent Blade weighing eighty-one pounds with great skill.

As if to prove his growth, Wu Yu used all his strength from the very beginning.

A metallic scraping sound came from inside the sword case.

However, the sword hilt had only risen less than an inch before it fell back down.

If the sword weighed only fifty kilograms before, it now weighs about two hundred kilograms. This is completely beyond the range of normal human use, and Wu Yu, who has not even reached the human limit, simply cannot control this sword.

"I'm sorry, you must have found this amusing." Although he felt a little embarrassed, Wu Yu still maintained a calm demeanor and continued his normal conversation with the blacksmith.

However, the blacksmith did not mock Wu Yu; instead, he exclaimed in amazement.

"It's unbelievable that the sword didn't resist you. You should know that equipment with three enchantment slots already has sentience and is not something that just anyone can use. But the sword submitted to you without any resistance, and you didn't even have the strength to pull it out."

"Luck, luck." Faced with the blacksmith's words, which were tinged with sarcasm in his praise, Wu Yu could only pretend to be dumbfounded.

"I have to say, he truly is the successor chosen by Jack; just like him, he's unpredictable," the blacksmith said with a touch of nostalgia.

"So, uncle, what exactly do you want from me?" Seeing that the blacksmith seemed to acknowledge him, Wu Yu took the opportunity to ask.

"It's nothing serious, just delivering some equipment to you," the blacksmith recalled.

“The day after Little Jack placed the order, he came to see me again. He said he was going to do something very dangerous, and if something happened to him, he would let me decide whether or not to give the sword to you. I thought Little Jack was just saying it out of habit, after all, he had done this kind of thing more than once. I just didn’t expect that something would actually happen this time.”

"What is your decision?" Wu Yu asked, staring at the blacksmith.

The blacksmith sighed and said helplessly, "Since the sword has chosen you, then I'll give it to you."

"This sword seems quite expensive, doesn't it? You just casually gave it to a stranger like me?" Wu Yu asked again to confirm.

“In the past, this level of equipment would have been very valuable to me, but now, I don’t care about these things anymore. Little Jack is someone I’ve watched grow up, and if this is his last wish, I will definitely fulfill it.”

When the blacksmith talked about Jack's death, Wu Yu actually felt a touch of sadness in this tough guy.

Wu Yu placed his hand back on the sword hilt, silently feeling the patterns on it.

What does Jack mean by this? Does he want me to use this sword to protect his sister? Too bad I can't lift it.

Wu Yu took a deep breath and solemnly said to the blacksmith, "I accept the sword, but I won't take it for nothing. Jack's promise remains unchanged; I will help you collect the materials to forge the divine weapon."

"You?" The blacksmith's tone revealed a strong sense of distrust. "You'd better save your time."

“This is Jack’s promise, and I won’t let him break his word,” Wu Yu insisted.

"Let's talk about it when you can pull out this sword." The blacksmith waved his hand, completely ignoring Wu Yu's words.

After completing Wu Yu's request, the blacksmith lost interest in communicating with Wu Yu and left alone.

Wu Yu looked at the sword box on the ground and couldn't help but feel a headache. He really couldn't think of a way to take the sword box back for the time being.