Chapter 12 Goodbye, Country Bumpkin

After returning the sword to its scabbard, Bray nonchalantly used Appraisal on the sword.

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「Final Echo」

Type: Longsword

Dimensions: Length 80 cm, Width 5.5 cm

Overall Evaluation: A sword from the hands of a master, now a broken sword with a nicked blade, but its material is still very good.

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The only things that could be appraised about this sword were its name and some simple information, which meant that this sword was really not a famous one.

“Judging by your expression, you seem very disappointed.”

Mira caught sight of Bray’s face full of disappointment.

“After all, I thought I would get something especially good in a place like this.”

Bray said with a shrug.

“I can’t appraise anything out of it.”

Bray sighed.

Appraisal was not omnipotent.

When there was very little related information in the knowledge base, if the caster's skill level wasn't high enough, they wouldn't get any useful feedback.

“Appraisal has great limitations. In the future, you will encounter many things you cannot see clearly.”

Mira shook her head, saying.

“My future, huh…” Bray pondered for a moment.

“Aren't you going to swing this sword?”

Mira suddenly said.

“No, I’m afraid this broken sword will break.”

Bray pouted.

“The quality of this sword is very good. After all, this sword was one that Barossa used to use.”

“It doesn't look like it's been used for a long time…”

Aside from the fact that its blade was nicked, 「Final Echo」 was in great condition everywhere else, without any rust spots.

“Yes, Basaka cherished this sword very much.”

“And it’s still nicked…” After hearing Mira's words, Bray couldn't help but retort.

“Because when that fool was young, he took this sword and over-ambitiously tried to cut some incredible things.”

“Did he succeed in cutting them?”

“No.” Mira shook her head regretfully.

Bray gloomily weighed the sword in his hands.

This sword seemed very unreliable for cutting things.

“Consider this sword your payment for running an errand for Barossa.”

“A broken sword… can't I exchange it for something better?”

“There’s nothing else.”

Mira said with a straight face.

“…” Bray hung his head, helplessly slinging the sword behind his back.

“A sword like this won't even sell for much money.”

There were no good-looking patterns on the blade, and the hilt was also the practical type.

——“There isn’t even a chance to sell it as a handicraft!”

“What is your name?” Mira suddenly asked.

“Bray Krass, a country bumpkin.”

Bray made a small joke.

“Thank you, country bumpkin.”

“Hey! My name is Bray!”

“Alright, country bumpkin, you should leave the Wandering Grave now.”

Mira's tone became solemn.

“Fine, I won't retort anymore.”

Bray was powerless to argue with Mira.

“I also feel like I should go, it just feels like a living person like me staying in a cemetery…”

“Even if you are a bit special, you cannot stay here for too long.”

“I’m a bit special…”

“Yes.” Mira nodded her head, affirming it.

“Then which way should I go?”

This forest was very difficult to navigate out of.

“From here, no matter which direction, as long as you keep walking, you will be able to leave the Wandering Grave.”

“From where you entered, is from where you will exit.”

Mira's voice became distant.

Mira backed away, her voice about to disappear into the shadows of the trees.

“Wait! I’ll ask one last question!!!” Bray suddenly shouted.

“We Black Iron Species… we humans… just how insignificant are we——”

“Whether humanity is insignificant, see it clearly with your right eye.”

Mira's voice echoed in Bray’s ears.

“On this long journey, just remember not to lose yourself.”

“In the end, did Barossa leave with a smile?”

After a moment of silence, Mira's sorrowful voice sounded.

“Yeah, he was smiling very happily.”

“Thank you for telling me this.”

“I also thank you for telling me those things.”

As Bray's voice fell, the bright scenery around them abruptly faded.

In the next breath, Bray was standing in the gloomy forest.

Quiet, without any noise.

Before, Bray had always thought Heroes were amazing, always thought Demon Kings were terrifying, and always thought the world was actually very simple.

But it was not until now that a corner of the world's true form was truly unfurled before Bray.

“Next, as an ordinary person, I still have to continue making money.”

Bray touched his eyepatch.

For the first time, Bray felt that being able to encounter such bastardly things was actually very fortunate.

“Clang——”

Bray shook his back, and the sword made a crisp sound.

“Broken sword, please take care of me from now on.”

This was the first time Bray had owned his own sword.

Stepping on the dead leaves on the ground, Bray walked forward, step by step, in a straight line.

After walking for some time, Bray's footsteps stopped.

A contorted corpse was moving on the ground.

The clothes on the corpse were still very new, with very few signs of damage.

This contorted corpse had an expression of sheer terror on its face.

Without a sound, the corpse just moved on the ground, heading in an unknown direction.

Bray walked over to the side of the corpse, squatted down, and picked up the dagger beside the body.

Bray wiped the dead leaves and dirt stuck to the dagger, then put it in the pocket of this bewildered deceased.

“I wish you tranquility soon, my thief friend.”

Bray gave a wry smile.

Patting the dirt from his trouser legs, Bray stood up and continued walking in the same direction.

As long as he walked straight, he would surely be able to walk out of this cemetery belonging to the undead.

Bray's arrival had brought a bit of disturbance to this ancient cemetery.

But such a disturbance, for the Wandering Grave, was probably just a small ripple.

Wandering Grave, the living should not enter.

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