Chương 1833: Knife Blank

Black-Moon King nodded slightly, then shook his head. The nobles around were confused, and they weren't sure what that meant. No one was going to ask now, though. They were happy to wait until Black-Moon King finished his investigation. They were still very curious about the knife.

Black-Moon King inspected the blade from top-to-bottom, at least ten times. He eventually gave out a long sigh, and with an ashamed tone of voice, said, "It is a shame..."

"Black-Moon King, tell us clearly! What about it is a shame?" Night River King couldn't help but ask.

Black-Moon King held the Knife Blank and said, "Planet Knife Grave is more like a museum for knives. No one knows where the knives come from, but they are relics from a long-ago eon. They weren't forged, and the grave is just a container. Their numbers don't change. So, when you take one out, there is one less there. New ones aren't generated."