"ah!"

The next morning, the entire workshop trembled as Catherine let out a scream.

"Lady Catherine's voice!"

Medes and Carter didn't sleep a wink last night, and the forging of the new sword is in its final stages.

However, after hearing Catherine's cry, Medes couldn't resist running into the inner room.

"If I were you, I would choose to stay here and not go anywhere!"

Carter didn't stop what he was doing, but he did say something.

"But... Lady Catherine..."

"Besides Catherine, there's only Joey inside. Do you think it's convenient for you to go in now?"

"That doesn't seem quite right!"

Medes scratched his head and suddenly realized that Carter's words made a lot of sense.

Meanwhile, in Catherine's room, Joey had already been kicked off the bed by Catherine.

What did you do last night?

Catherine was furious. Although she had slept well last night, she was still angry to see Joey lying next to her as soon as she opened her eyes this morning.

"What did I do last night? I just slept, I didn't do anything!"

"Didn't I tell you not to lie down on the bed?"

"I heard that, so last night I was lying face down on the bed, not on my stomach!"

"you!!!"

"I swear to God, I really did sleep face down and didn't move all night. And believe it or not, my shoulders are a little sore now!"

"Get out of here right now!"

"Yes, ma'am, my Lady Catherine!"

Joey looked completely satisfied, unable to hide the smile on his face.

Last night was wonderful; I had a sweet dream!

He walked out of the room in high spirits, but just as he closed the door, he turned back.

"By the way, what do you want for breakfast?"

"roll!"

"Okay!"

If you don't want to tell me, fine, I'll just buy it myself.

Joey whistled and walked away.

"Medes, your new sword isn't finished yet?"

Joey, who had just walked over, saw Carter still pounding on the ground.

"Almost there!"

Medes is already making his own sword hilt, which will be installed after quenching.

"Then I'll wait here to witness this moment!"

Joey found a place to sit down.

The surrounding area was warmed by the fire that had been burning all night, making it quite cozy in the cold winter.

"I should have had Catherine sleep here last night, it's so warm here!"

"Captain Joey, you...you were in the same room with Lady Catherine last night?"

Curiosity compelled Medes to ask the question.

"What else can we do? There's only one bed in the room, and Lady Catherine is very sensitive to the cold!"

"By the way, Carter, if you have time, install a fireplace in my room. This winter is going to be tough!"

Joey said nonchalantly, unaware that Medes' jaw had dropped to the ground.

"A fireplace? That's not a bad idea, but didn't you say you're leaving soon?"

Carter put down the hammer and placed the shaped steel sword into the hot oil beside him.

Sizzle—

The sword was engulfed in dazzling flames.

"Yeah, I was so focused on Catherine that I forgot about this!"

As Joey watched the flames rise, he felt a warmth spread through his heart.

"It's done, Medes!"

Medes deftly took the sword hilt.

Carter didn't even look at it before throwing it directly into the fire.

The hilt, also forged from pure steel, immediately turned completely red.

Carter pulled out the hilt and quickly inserted the blade into it. The blade, which was covered in hot oil, caught fire again when it came into contact with the red-hot hilt.

"Alright, it's finished!"

Before the steel sword had even cooled down, Carter stretched and turned to walk into the inner room.

This old fellow truly retired gracefully after achieving his goals, keeping his merits and fame hidden.

He tricked me.

"By the way, the swords I forged don't need further sharpening. Be careful later, don't hurt yourselves!"

Carter's figure had disappeared, but his words came through.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a fine sword!"

Medes' eyes were shining, and he couldn't take his eyes off the sword.

He touched it lightly with his finger; the temperature was within a tolerable range. He then gripped the hilt with his right hand and picked up the sword.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

With a casual wave of his hand, it seemed as if the air itself was being sliced ​​apart.

"Ahem, well... Medes, I think I need to explain the situation to you!"

Joey couldn't sit still any longer; seeing the newly forged steel sword, he was also envious.

"Captain Joey, what's wrong?"

Medes sheathed his sword.

"This sword... it's quite nice. Could I borrow it for a bit?"

"Don't you have a sword?"

(After seeing Mount Everest, all other mountains look like mounds of earth!)

"Shall I send you this sword first?"

"That won't do."

Medes had already sensed Joey's intentions, and took two steps back with his sword in hand, watching Joey warily.

"Why not? Don't be so formal!"

As Joey spoke, he drew the longsword from his waist and walked toward Medes.

Those who didn't know the situation might have thought the two were about to have a duel.

Medes backed away, while Joey walked forward.

"Take it!"

No, no, no!

"..."

"Clang!"

The two swords clashed, and Joey's steel sword broke instantly.

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