"I forgot to ask her name."
Ming sat on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.
Beside her, Mister Jian did not comfort Your Highness this time. Instead, he said in an even more complicated tone, "I forgot to ask her to return my sword."
"I thought you gave it to her." Ming stared blankly at her master.
"How could that be?" Jian shot his disciple a look. "Were you beaten stupid? That thing is incredibly valuable. How could I just give it away?"
Ming: ""
"Then should we ask her to return it?" Ming was silent for a while before speaking.
"Forget it." Mister Jian said flatly, "It would feel pretty stupid to ask for it back only now."
Ming: ""
Looking at his disciple's shocked expression, Mister Jian raised his head toward the sky and revealed a bitter smile.
Of course, that was not the real reason. The sword was a Famous Weapon, forged by the master Gulidan. It was unique to the Federation, something money could not buy. How could he refuse to take it back merely for the sake of his pride?
The reason he had not gone was that he knew it would be useless even if he did.
A Famous Weapon chose its own master. Gulidan had warned him about that on the very first day he forged the weapon for him. He had said that even after spending a tremendous amount of favors to forge a Famous Weapon, there was no guarantee that the thing would acknowledge him as its master.
At the time, he had been full of confidence and pride, believing that his own presence would certainly subdue the so-called Famous Weapon.
Yet more than a hundred eras had passed, and that sword remained exactly as it was. No matter how