Medes was also stunned. He had no intention of cutting Joey's sword in half; it was simply too sharp.

He looked timidly at Joey, thinking that Joey was sure he would get the sword from his hand this time.

But when he looked over, he found Joey standing there motionless, holding the broken sword and staring at it with a constant laugh.

"The sword is broken, good, good!"

"Now I have a reason to get a new one!"

"I absolutely have to get that old bastard Carter to forge me a new sword that's just as good as this one!"

Having realized this, Joey stopped bothering Medes, threw down the broken sword, walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, opened the workshop door, and went out.

Medes was delighted to see that Joey no longer coveted his sword.

He took the scabbard he had made the night before, put the steel sword back in the scabbard with satisfaction, stared at it for a long time, and then hugged it and leaned against the corner of the wall to fall asleep.

What kind of breakfast should I buy?

Joey walked down the street, looking at the wide variety of breakfast options, feeling a bit indecisive. She had to consider Catherine; otherwise, given Joey's shopping habits, she would have bought whatever caught her eye first.

As he was looking around a steamed bun shop, wondering whether he should buy some meat buns, he suddenly felt a shadow approaching him.

He turned around and sure enough, there was a body behind him like a wall, blocking out the morning sunlight.

He looked up along the body and saw an orc with a head like this, whom he had seen countless times in Saibanda, standing in front of him.

An orc has appeared in Sandstone City at some unknown time.

I don't know if this is the only orc in the city, or if there are many other green-skinned creatures hiding there.

Joey's murderous intent flashed by in an instant, and he bypassed the orc and headed off to other places.