Tick, tick, tick.
The sound of a watch ticking.
An only heard that sound—that was coming from an inconspicuous pocket watch placed on the table... Other than that, everything around her was silent.
David was silent too.
An even felt that, at that moment, she might be able to hear her own heartbeat... because she could hear it.
The mysterious young man before her, or rather, the self-proclaimed traveling merchant—his appearance gave An an absurd feeling.
It was like the mysterious people in the fairy tales she had once read, the ones who would suddenly appear to help the protagonists... like the fairy godmother who had given Cinderella a night of magic.
That was how it felt.
But clearly, this was not a fairy-tale world. It was a world more brutal than reality—no one would lend a helping hand for no reason.
So that was why he called himself a merchant...
Tick, tick, tick... The pocket watch continued ticking. An silently began counting the sound, which seemed to echo inside her mind, counting the passage of time.
David suddenly reacted. No longer silent, he looked at the merchant who had laid out a pile of goods on the table and slowly lowered the Tang dao in his hand.
Luo Qiu asked curiously, "You don't want it anymore?"
David's palm finally loosened from the Tang dao's hilt. Perhaps he truly did like the sharp blade. "If I sell those memories to you, how will I live with myself afterward...? I might not even know what I'm fighting for anymore. Then even if I obtained this treasured blade, how would I know what I needed to do?"
Luo Qiu did not pressure him. He swept his gaze across the table, then picked out another blade—a dagger much shorter than the Tang dao.