Noble's Slender Sword Farming Novels & Stories

Faith slammed her glass onto the drink hold and said frustratedly, “Have you lost your mind, Jude? It’s bad enough that Lee demanded a fortune, but I can’t believe you’d go through with it too. “He should have presented the sword to you, no questions asked. “We’re talking about two billion dollars, not twenty thousand dollars.” Faith was in great pain of losing two billion dollars. It was a lot of money even for their family. Jude saw the bigger picture, though. “The guy can fight. Casius sent Leron to kill him, and that didn’t happen. I can’t think of a better way to acquire the sword than buying it from him. “Besides, we have the Nether Viper Sword now. The point is what we can do with it.

It was a white mithril sword, around seventy centimeters long. Livi slumped and looked disappointed when she saw the price tag of that sword. She made an expression like a child who failed to get a toy. Moreover, why was she the one displaying such an expression when she was the one who brought me here? Shouldn't she have known that weapons here would be expensive?

He was so focused on the glowing sword. Leonard brings out his Alcohol container and takes a sip from it to at least calm his trembling body. Rio went to the stone stairs and reached the landing area at the top. The sword was surely made of silver with a gold and brass handle. This is definitely the sword Pamungkas was talking about. Rio firstly creates a mind-link with Deadrei and said to her, “I am coming for you my love, just wait a little more." Deadrei hears him but the mind link was not strong enough so she was not able to reply to him.

"Do you know how rare that metal is? It's what the weapons of the most powerful void creatures that make it into the Tether are made out of. Nobles don't use Lagorin, and no one in the mortal world knows how to forge it, so how did that switchblade end up in there?" I pull a face, but Mosley seems to be catching onto whatever I'm missing because he abruptly looks even paler than usual. "You think that switchblade is Bethany's?" "Who cares if it is?" I snap. "Look, maybe one of the anti-Noble cultists who raised her picked up the switchblade at the Tether or something. It doesn't matter."

Even if ordinary magical equipment is not used, it will reach the end of its life in about a hundred years, so it is simply not affordable for ordinary nobles. Christine herself was equipped with a magnificent knight's sword. This ancestral long sword was forged with the addition of rare metals such as mithril, and its use by a member of the legal profession will not affect spellcasting. It is also engraved with a 'sturdy' magical array, equivalent to a +2 attribute weapon. The sword is said to cost 2,000 gold coins. There are also a few spell scrolls that can be brought along to make up for the lack of spells.

Sebastian smiled slightly. "Mr. Ballard, you shouldn't have taken Maximus' sword. After all, you already have Purity. Serpent is useless to you." Gavin looked meaningfully at Sebastian's waist. "Serpent is also an exquisite treasure. It would be a shame to leave it in the hands of Maximus." Sebastian caressed the sword at his waist fondly. In the legacy of the Sacred Medicine Society, there was a type of sword technique that was suitable for flexible swords. According to the records, it had probably been made at the time of war by the first assassin, Guy Neal. Sebastian had never had the right weapon to practice it with, but Maximus had solved the problem for him.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

Although she died after giving birth to me ,the nanny who raised me gave me the sword which my mother gave her to keep. I don't know what's so special about this sword but I never lost any war while wielding this sword. I glanced at the golden scabbard which had some letters carved on it in another language. I drew the blade to see if it needed to be sharpened. As always it was sharp as fuck enough to cut down the whole mountain. Yes, that's what is unique about this sword. I have never sharpen it's blade but it still stays as sharp as fuck. After I was done, I walked out from the warehouse and returned back to the tent with the meatloaf and bread. At the entrance of the tent I saw Xavier ea

Jangar resembled the aura of a peerless sword, and his aura had broken through the arena's shield to envelop Nontwo City. His body was bathed in the glow of sword light as he gazed coldly at Severin. He then nonchalantly tossed his long sword in Severin's direction. The speed of flight was not very swift, and one might even describe it as being remarkably slow. Yet, with each advancement, sections of the blade seemed to dissipate, giving rise to a sword light approximately ten feet long. As the blade vanished, the sword light grew even more.

Usually, he would have a smile as wide as the moon, but today, he appeared to be distant. Reaching the table, I watched over all the men who were talking about the newly crafted sword. The sword did look beautiful. The butt of the handle was full silver metal with vine carvings coming up from the oak wood before a thick brown leather strap wove its way around the base. Along the blade itself, was the same vine carving with what looked to be writing. It was beautiful. As I neared closer, a few people began to argue about the price stating it was too much, but Father wasn't budging. He knew what he wanted and all that hard work was not going to be in vain. Whoever this buyer was, surely they w