This "vulgar brute" could only be referring to himself.
Looking over his special reward, Fu Qian had no shame about claiming the title.
The item that appeared in his hand was a short sword slightly longer than his forearm.
It had an exquisite hilt and a standard crossguard, but the blade above it had a rather unusual shape.
At a glance, the slender blade seemed divided into three sections, each curving inward at a peculiar angle. A deep crimson line ran from the hilt all the way to the tip.
The design naturally brought to mind the bone claw he had snapped off Akasha.
It seemed likely this special reward had come from that little stunt.
To be fair, the sword looked pretty good.
The Curse of Forgetting also sounded rather vicious.
The only problem was that it was a bit short.
If he'd torn off the entire thing back then, would the reward have been a longsword?
Lost in his musings, Fu Qian casually toyed with the limb-tip sword.
Both rewards were interesting enough, but without a doubt, the greatest value of this mission was the information he'd gained.
Besides the lead on Ji Feng, there was another crucial point: he'd made an enemy of a god.
The Mental Pollution Ji Feng had suffered and that unmistakable display of hatred both seemed distinctly ill-intentioned. He had no idea which evil god was behind it, or what it wanted.
He'd also formed a rather unfortunate connection with the higher-ups of the Night Watchers. He could find an opportunity to ask them about it next time and see if they had any relevant information.
As he pondered, Fu Qian set the short sword on the table beside the sedative.
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