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. "What do you want to do with the soil?"

Count Rowan could not help glancing at the sword in Darryl's hand. It had been forged dozens of times, and the final step before it was ready was to quench it. Darryl's request for soil baffled Count Rowan.

Darryl gave Count Rowan a mysterious smile. "You'll find out soon, Count Rowan!"

Jordan sneered and mocked him. "Cut the crap, will you? Why do you need soil to make a sword? Do you think that you are playing house?"

Darryl ignored Jordan!

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