Bab 143: Assembly . . . ?  

"Is that the blade?" player A asked, eyes glued on Lucy. He gulped a mouthful of saliva before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Player B laughed a little. "It really is amazing. It's like it had a life of its own. Look at the eye on its hilt. It's revolving in all directions. It has to be an artifact."

They were salivating at Lucy, and I couldn't blame them. Lucy was a good sword, after all.

"Are we doing this or what?" I asked, tilting my head and looking down at them. "I still have to hunt players like you."

Player A took a fighting stance. "You're a noob, so you probably didn't hear of me. I'm Fred, the fighter, and I'm the best in my class."

Fred was doing these fighting poses he probably saw on TV.

Player B flexed his staff next. "And I'm Norman, the greatest black mage of my class."

I wonder why they wanted Lucy if both of them couldn't equip her. Were they going to sell her?

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