"I told you, your opponent is me!" Igor felt he must attract the attention of this girl, although he felt calling that figure a girl wasn't quite fitting, since the words spoken were in a male voice.
"Such pure Craftsman Spirit, it's been many years since I've seen it, such blood! It must be so..." Clearly, Igor had not garnered the girl's attention. Clearly, the girl hadn't listened to Igor's words and was still watching the blacksmith's shop, speaking to herself.
The old man smoking beside the girl was lying on the ground, moaning and rolling. The life and death of this mercenary squad called Smoke seemed to have no connection whatsoever with the girl. The girl stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, as if facing a gourmet delicacy.
At this moment, Master Lao was concentrating carefully on grinding the blade, and Kadi was also impressed by the Master's skill...
