Chapter 418: Naughty Swords
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Chapter 418 Naughty Swords
?"So, she is the one?" Jack looked through a window into a small, dimly lit room.
A woman in a servant outfit was there, tied to a chair, looking frightened.
"That's right, master." Sebastian said with his arms crossed. "She hadn't spoken the truth yet."
"I'll handle it." Jack opened the door, stepping into the room.
After seeing the man with the walking cane enter the room, the servant raised her head, showing her teary eyes.
"M-master." She whispered, her voice trembling.
"Sebastian, untie her." Jack sighed. "We are not thugs. She is a lady, after all."
"Very well, master." Sebastian pulled out the knife, frightening the servant, but then he carefully cut the ropes binding her wrists.
Jack dragged a chair closer to the servant and took a seat in front of her, leaning forward with an indifferent expression on his face.
"Sebastian, give us a moment."
Sebastian nodded and walked away, leaving Jack alone with the servant.
After the door closed, the small lightbulb dangling from the ceiling flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the room.
"M-master, I-I will keep it a secret what they did to me, I swear!" She swallowed her tears and mustered the strength to speak further. "I-I won't report them or anyone else."
"Hmm." Jack crossed his leg over the other, leaning back in his chair. "This brings me some memories."
"H-huh?"
"Like a decade ago, there was someone who accused me of some hideous things." Jack sighed. "I luckily had enough evidence to prove my innocence, but she continued crying, refusing to tell the truth.
"She was very convincing, making even me believe that I did something to her, and I am certain half of the police force believed her as well.
"However, luckily, the judge believed in the evidence and not her tears."
"I-I am not l-lying, I swear..." The servant pulled out her sleeve and showed a bruise on her arm. "S-see? Y-your son, Jesse, did this when he forced himself on me!"
"I don't really care whether it is true or not." Jack said coldly. "You won't walk from this room alive. We will bury you under this floor."
Rosy's eyes widened in shock as she realized the danger she was in.
"You really think we'll let you go and risk you spreading anything?" Jack shook his head. "We're not taking any chances."
"A-ahh..." Rosy's voice trembled in fear, but then she moved her hands forward, grabbed Jack by the throat, and squeezed tight. "Die, you half-cripple fuck!"
"Ugh!" Jack gagged and struggled to break free.
"That's good, and what is that?" The Wisdom King asked curiously while looking at the tall statue of their deity.
"It might sound ridiculous; please don't laugh." Ambrose wryly smiled.
"I am now quite curious." The Wisdom King urged, eager to hear Ambrose's answer.
"I want to become a one-man army," Ambrose said. "That's why I focused on skills that would make me dominant in battle. I'll overwhelm my opponents with strength and with skills I created just for this."
"What about the speed?" The Wisdom King asked. "You talked about being conflicted about this. Speed is crucial, and you shouldn't underestimate its importance."
"I know." Ambrose replied, "That's why I'll also focus on speed. It is important to dominate in the battle. Do you think it's possible to focus both on pure strength and speed?"
"Of course, it is." The Wisdom King said with a smile. "However, training speed isn't simple. Any idea how you are going to train?"
"I do." Ambrose stood up and created a sword made of golden light from thin air.
He swung the sword with lightning-fast speed, and it left behind a trail of golden light.
"Ah, seeing that sword, I have good news." The Wisdom King smiled.
"What is it?"
"Your two swords are ready." The Wisdom King said. "Honorable Gensai did a good job. However, there is one problem."
"Huh?" Ambrose was excited to hear that the swords were ready but confused about the problem. "What is it?"
"We cannot wield the sword." The Wisdom King said with bothered expression. "We cannot carry, move, or even touch them without getting burned."
"Ah..." Ambrose clicked his tongue. "Can I wield them even?"
"I don't know, but let's hope so."
'I can't use the golden sword all the time, as it's very draining and weaker than Black Sword, but it has some uses, and I planned to use it differently and not use it as my primary weapon.
'I really hope those crimson swords work for me.'
"Well, Gensai is ready if you want to go check them out."
"Very well." Ambrose followed after the Wisdom King as they left the temple, walked to the village, and soon arrived at the destroyed site of the blacksmith shop.
It was in ruins, with ashes and charred remnants scattered everywhere.
"Ah, you are here!" Gensai was standing in the middle of the destroyed blacksmith shop and approached Ambrose with a wide hug. "I've waited for you!"
"Honorable Gensai." Ambrose nodded and asked. "So, the two swords?"
"Yeah, they are here!" Gensai pointed towards the ruined blacksmith shop. "They are masterpieces, and it helped me finally reach a new level in blacksmithing!
"However, none of us can touch them without getting injured!"
"Hmm..." Ambrose narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands. "So, those swords are naughty."
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Chapter 418 Naughty Swords
?"So, she is the one?" Jack looked through a window into a small, dimly lit room.
A woman in a servant outfit was there, tied to a chair, looking frightened.
"That's right, master." Sebastian said with his arms crossed. "She hadn't spoken the truth yet."
"I'll handle it." Jack opened the door, stepping into the room.
After seeing the man with the walking cane enter the room, the servant raised her head, showing her teary eyes.
"M-master." She whispered, her voice trembling.
"Sebastian, untie her." Jack sighed. "We are not thugs. She is a lady, after all."
"Very well, master." Sebastian pulled out the knife, frightening the servant, but then he carefully cut the ropes binding her wrists.
Jack dragged a chair closer to the servant and took a seat in front of her, leaning forward with an indifferent expression on his face.
"Sebastian, give us a moment."
Sebastian nodded and walked away, leaving Jack alone with the servant.
After the door closed, the small lightbulb dangling from the ceiling flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the room.
"M-master, I-I will keep it a secret what they did to me, I swear!" She swallowed her tears and mustered the strength to speak further. "I-I won't report them or anyone else."
"Hmm." Jack crossed his leg over the other, leaning back in his chair. "This brings me some memories."
"H-huh?"
"Like a decade ago, there was someone who accused me of some hideous things." Jack sighed. "I luckily had enough evidence to prove my innocence, but she continued crying, refusing to tell the truth.
"She was very convincing, making even me believe that I did something to her, and I am certain half of the police force believed her as well.
"However, luckily, the judge believed in the evidence and not her tears."
"I-I am not l-lying, I swear..." The servant pulled out her sleeve and showed a bruise on her arm. "S-see? Y-your son, Jesse, did this when he forced himself on me!"
"I don't really care whether it is true or not." Jack said coldly. "You won't walk from this room alive. We will bury you under this floor."
Rosy's eyes widened in shock as she realized the danger she was in.
"You really think we'll let you go and risk you spreading anything?" Jack shook his head. "We're not taking any chances."
"A-ahh..." Rosy's voice trembled in fear, but then she moved her hands forward, grabbed Jack by the throat, and squeezed tight. "Die, you half-cripple fuck!"
"Ugh!" Jack gagged and struggled to break free.
"That's good, and what is that?" The Wisdom King asked curiously while looking at the tall statue of their deity.
"It might sound ridiculous; please don't laugh." Ambrose wryly smiled.
"I am now quite curious." The Wisdom King urged, eager to hear Ambrose's answer.
"I want to become a one-man army," Ambrose said. "That's why I focused on skills that would make me dominant in battle. I'll overwhelm my opponents with strength and with skills I created just for this."
"What about the speed?" The Wisdom King asked. "You talked about being conflicted about this. Speed is crucial, and you shouldn't underestimate its importance."
"I know." Ambrose replied, "That's why I'll also focus on speed. It is important to dominate in the battle. Do you think it's possible to focus both on pure strength and speed?"
"Of course, it is." The Wisdom King said with a smile. "However, training speed isn't simple. Any idea how you are going to train?"
"I do." Ambrose stood up and created a sword made of golden light from thin air.
He swung the sword with lightning-fast speed, and it left behind a trail of golden light.
"Ah, seeing that sword, I have good news." The Wisdom King smiled.
"What is it?"
"Your two swords are ready." The Wisdom King said. "Honorable Gensai did a good job. However, there is one problem."
"Huh?" Ambrose was excited to hear that the swords were ready but confused about the problem. "What is it?"
"We cannot wield the sword." The Wisdom King said with bothered expression. "We cannot carry, move, or even touch them without getting burned."
"Ah..." Ambrose clicked his tongue. "Can I wield them even?"
"I don't know, but let's hope so."
'I can't use the golden sword all the time, as it's very draining and weaker than Black Sword, but it has some uses, and I planned to use it differently and not use it as my primary weapon.
'I really hope those crimson swords work for me.'
"Well, Gensai is ready if you want to go check them out."
"Very well." Ambrose followed after the Wisdom King as they left the temple, walked to the village, and soon arrived at the destroyed site of the blacksmith shop.
It was in ruins, with ashes and charred remnants scattered everywhere.
"Ah, you are here!" Gensai was standing in the middle of the destroyed blacksmith shop and approached Ambrose with a wide hug. "I've waited for you!"
"Honorable Gensai." Ambrose nodded and asked. "So, the two swords?"
"Yeah, they are here!" Gensai pointed towards the ruined blacksmith shop. "They are masterpieces, and it helped me finally reach a new level in blacksmithing!
"However, none of us can touch them without getting injured!"
"Hmm..." Ambrose narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands. "So, those swords are naughty."
Chapter 418 Naughty Swords ?"So, she is the one?" Jack looked through a window into a small, dimly lit room. A woman in a servant outfit was there, tied to a chair, looking frightened. "That's right, master." Sebastian said with his arms crossed. "She hadn't spoken the truth yet." "I'll handle it." Jack opened the door, stepping into the room. After seeing the man with the walking cane enter the room, the servant raised her head, showing her teary eyes. "M-master." She whispered, her voice trembling. "Sebastian, untie her." Jack sighed. "We are not thugs. She is a lady, after all." "Very well, master." Sebastian pulled out the knife, frightening the servant, but then he carefully cut the ropes binding her wrists. Jack dragged a chair closer to the servant and took a seat in front of her, leaning forward with an indifferent expression on his face. "Sebastian, give us a moment." Sebastian nodded and walked away, leaving Jack alone with the servant. After the door closed, the small lightbulb dangling from the ceiling flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the room. "M-master, I-I will keep it a secret what they did to me, I swear!" She swallowed her tears and mustered the strength to speak further. "I-I won't report them or anyone else." "Hmm." Jack crossed his leg over the other, leaning back in his chair. "This brings me some memories." "H-huh?" "Like a decade ago, there was someone who accused me of some hideous things." Jack sighed. "I luckily had enough evidence to prove my innocence, but she continued crying, refusing to tell the truth. "She was very convincing, making even me believe that I did something to her, and I am certain half of the police force believed her as well. "However, luckily, the judge believed in the evidence and not her tears." "I-I am not l-lying, I swear..." The servant pulled out her sleeve and showed a bruise on her arm. "S-see? Y-your son, Jesse, did this when he forced himself on me!" "I don't really care whether it is true or not." Jack said coldly. "You won't walk from this room alive. We will bury you under this floor." Rosy's eyes widened in shock as she realized the danger she was in. "You really think we'll let you go and risk you spreading anything?" Jack shook his head. "We're not taking any chances." "A-ahh..." Rosy's voice trembled in fear, but then she moved her hands forward, grabbed Jack by the throat, and squeezed tight. "Die, you half-cripple fuck!" "Ugh!" Jack gagged and struggled to break free. "That's good, and what is that?" The Wisdom King asked curiously while looking at the tall statue of their deity. "It might sound ridiculous; please don't laugh." Ambrose wryly smiled. "I am now quite curious." The Wisdom King urged, eager to hear Ambrose's answer. "I want to become a one-man army," Ambrose said. "That's why I focused on skills that would make me dominant in battle. I'll overwhelm my opponents with strength and with skills I created just for this." "What about the speed?" The Wisdom King asked. "You talked about being conflicted about this. Speed is crucial, and you shouldn't underestimate its importance." "I know." Ambrose replied, "That's why I'll also focus on speed. It is important to dominate in the battle. Do you think it's possible to focus both on pure strength and speed?" "Of course, it is." The Wisdom King said with a smile. "However, training speed isn't simple. Any idea how you are going to train?" "I do." Ambrose stood up and created a sword made of golden light from thin air. He swung the sword with lightning-fast speed, and it left behind a trail of golden light. "Ah, seeing that sword, I have good news." The Wisdom King smiled. "What is it?" "Your two swords are ready." The Wisdom King said. "Honorable Gensai did a good job. However, there is one problem." "Huh?" Ambrose was excited to hear that the swords were ready but confused about the problem. "What is it?" "We cannot wield the sword." The Wisdom King said with bothered expression. "We cannot carry, move, or even touch them without getting burned." "Ah..." Ambrose clicked his tongue. "Can I wield them even?" "I don't know, but let's hope so." 'I can't use the golden sword all the time, as it's very draining and weaker than Black Sword, but it has some uses, and I planned to use it differently and not use it as my primary weapon. 'I really hope those crimson swords work for me.' "Well, Gensai is ready if you want to go check them out." "Very well." Ambrose followed after the Wisdom King as they left the temple, walked to the village, and soon arrived at the destroyed site of the blacksmith shop. It was in ruins, with ashes and charred remnants scattered everywhere. "Ah, you are here!" Gensai was standing in the middle of the destroyed blacksmith shop and approached Ambrose with a wide hug. "I've waited for you!" "Honorable Gensai." Ambrose nodded and asked. "So, the two swords?" "Yeah, they are here!" Gensai pointed towards the ruined blacksmith shop. "They are masterpieces, and it helped me finally reach a new level in blacksmithing! "However, none of us can touch them without getting injured!" "Hmm..." Ambrose narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands. "So, those swords are naughty."
