Pan Long knew his way around plenty of weapons, axes included.
He needed to switch to the Barbarian class to make a battleaxe dance, but if all he had to do was hack left and right, up and down, there was no need for that trouble.
What man of the Northlands couldn't chop firewood?
When he was learning weapons as a child, one lesson had been chopping firewood. Sword, spear, or axe—it didn't matter. The blow had to follow the grain of the wood in a straight line. Only then had he mastered it.
And his skill was nothing special compared with his grandfather's. Pan Shou could perform that same "firewood chopping" with dozens of weapons, long and short, light and heavy, large and small. Now that was mastery of a hundred arms, a skill hammered and tempered a thousand times. The old man had truly grown formidable with age.
After disposing of the monsters called Leaping Corpses, the group went into the house and searched it.
Colin knew from experience that any house occupied by monsters was certain to have gone unsearched.
Sure enough, just as he had said, there were plenty of valuables inside. Joseph first found a jewelry box filled with Jin, silver, and gems. Then Weimar found some fine porcelain in the attic that was still intact and ought to fetch a good price.
But the biggest find came from Colin. The old hand seemed well versed in scavenging. He went straight to the bedroom, split open the bed, and found a safe hidden in a compartment beneath the floorboards.
At the sight of the safe, Colin's eyes reddened and his breathing grew heavier.
"There's bound to be something good inside!" he said.
"Or it could be things like property deeds and certificates of debt," Pan