บท 77: The Mystic Blade

However, I couldn't just ponder about the betrayal forever. If I didn't put it down, for the time being, I probably won't make out alive. But the question now was, is it even possible to get out?

It was awkward, so I changed the subject. Besides, it interested me a little before. "Say old man what'll you do, when you get that sword?" Of course, I knew nothing about the sword, so I just pretended. I was never much of a liar, but I hoped everything would work out. It had to.

"I'll slice this damn snake up and head to Alfeim and shove the damn sword inside the damn crown prince's ass," he said with a solid grin. The guy didn't even stutter for a second.

How many times do you have to say damn? When the name of an elven prince came up I was- to my surprise- a little intrigued. It probably wasn't the same prince but I didn't care.

"The prince? And isn't that too much for an old man?" I giggled. I hadn't laughed in a while.