Count Rowan's gazes gradually grew solemn!

Even though Darryl was not adept at forging the sword, his hammer was landing on all the right points, and he was using the right amount of force!

As time passed by, Darryl had hammered the body of the sword dozens of times. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he worked hard.

Finally, Darryl stopped and smiled at Count Rowan. "Your Excellency, can you get your people to bring me some soil?"

Soil?

Count Rowan was surprised to hear the request.