Later that day.
....
"So, what do you think?"
A middle aged man was holding the sword I had given to Faley and bending it with his hand seemingly trying its flexibility. Faley on the other hand was slowly sipping a cup of tea to the side and looking towards the middle aged man with anticipation.
"This is definitely a good steel sword, one of the best steel swords I have seen and believe me; I have seen a lot of them. The sword doesn’t seem to be mixed with any other magical alloys so for this sword to be so good even though it is made of steel only is very impressive.
After the tests I have made I deducted that this sword to be forged by a very skilled blacksmith and the time and effort that he spent on it is definitely....*sigh*
The swords strength and flexibility are very balanced and the edge seems to be very sharp even after all the tests I conducted.
In conclusion this is a very good well balanced sword that can be used for a long time."
“So what price would you put on such a sword?”
“Seeing its performance I would estimate the value of this sword at 500 kils, give or take 50 kils.”
“500? That seems quite a steep amount for a steel sword that is not even imbued with any elemental formation or one that is not mixed with any elementium.”
“You are right in that assumption, but taking into consideration the time it took to make it, its quality and skill of the blacksmith who made it, 500 kils is a reasonable price.
If I had made this I would definitely not sell it for less.”
Foley stood up and headed towards the middle age man.
“Thank you for coming here in such a short notice and agreeing to keep this evaluation a secret.”
“No problem, you owe me one.
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*sigh*
I would have definitely wanted to meet the person who created this sword. I’m sure we would have learned so much from each other.
Well then if you have any other weapons like this one to evaluate please don't hesitate to contact me.”
“I won’t.”
After the middle aged man left Faley took the sword and headed towards the basement of his mansion.
......
*taak* *taak**taak*
*whimper*
“Please stop ....I have already told you everything I know.”
*teacake*
*whimper*
“Please..... *whimper*
*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*
Footsteps were approaching slowly and after a while they stopped a little away from the whimpering man.
That person was Faley.
“I think our guest has had enough for the moment so how about you have a break for now?”
*nod*
The female bodyguard of Faley went to the side.
Foley approached the some more the whimpering man that was hanged by his arms by ropes.
Each of his hands was tied by a rope and he was held by them 2-3 cm from the ground in a kind of crucifixion style. His whole body was covered with red lines, most of them were bleeding.
He seemed to have been beaten repeatedly with a thin long stick for a long time and was in a very bad shape.
“So, do you have anything else to say to me?”
“*whimper* why are you doing this I already told you everything I know, so why not kill me already because I know I’m not getting out of here alive.”
“You say that you don't know anything more but how can I trust a snake of the Stream faction like you.”
“YOU FUCKER! I already said that I said everything I know, so just kill me and put me out of my misery.”
*phhtoo*
The man spit at Faley but the later dodged it without any difficulty and turned to his female bodyguard.
“Can we get any other information from him?”
“I have tortured him for quite a while and he hasn’t provided me with any new information. I conclude that he really doesn’t know anything else.”
“Well then...
*schwing* *slash*
Foleys eyes shined with a sinister light and he in a single motion unsheathed the sword that he was holding in his left hand and in a single slash cut of the man’s left hand.
*thud*
“AAhhhhhh, my arm...... you....cut my armmm.....
Aaaaaaaaa...”
The now one armed man was on the floor withering in pain from his cut of arm and bleeding everywhere.
“You fucker, son of a whore.... AAAAA
The faction will definitely kill you for this blatant attack towards them.”
Faley smiled.
“Please, spare me the bullshit. You are just a small fry and the faction will not care less if you died.”
“You ... you...
The man’s last bluff had been seen through and he was out of ideas so he resorted to pleading instead.
“Please don't kill me I will do anything. I with even be willing to become a slave so please spare my life and...
“ENOUGH.
I’m getting tired of hearing your voice so how about I shut you up ...forever.”
*swish* *thud*
Faley cut the man’s head clean of in a single stroke and then threw the sword at the female bodyguard at the side.
“Clean this place and come with me.
We have business to attend to.”
In the floor laid the one armed, headless corpse of the man in a pool of his own blood painting a gruesome bloody picture.