Purple type stiletto damage.

Level three description.

A stiletto that has slain its master.

It is said that anyone who possesses this weapon shall tread a path of torment leading to their demise.

Indeed, it was the delayed justice.

The last information from the tavern storyteller proved accurate.

Indeed, the lord of the city possesses a sword of clemency.

The allure of this sword lies not in its physical form, but in the tale it embodies.

Sirill approached, standing alongside Fong Ho, unable to divulge that he was already familiar with the narrative.

Fongo inquired.

Oh, what story? There are 12 swords of identical craftsmanship, each belonging to a once-renowned countess.

Sirill recounted the tale akin to that of the tavernbard.

Though there were some discrepancies, the overarching theme remained unchanged.

At that moment, the soldier who had gone to collect the bounty returned, holding a wooden box containing a thousand gleaming gold coins of the human realm.

My lord, the bounty has been retrieved, the soldier announced.

Indeed, Sirill glanced at Fong Hao.

This is the bounty.

Please take a look.

Fongghao merely accepted the coins without counting them, his gaze still fixed on the dagger.

He directly inquired, I'm quite fond of this dagger.

I wonder if Lord Sirill might part with it, of course, at a negotiable price.

Chapter 170.

Event task bravery of commoners.

The sword of mitigation brings misfortune to its possessor.

This rumor has circulated for a considerable time.

Yet many remain skeptical of its veracity.

How could such a finely crafted artifact herald any calamity? Sirill, a lord and a hero, is among the doubters.

In his lexicon, the only sources of misfortune are weakness and frailty.

However, as the years have advanced, he has begun to grapple with a different reality beyond the oppression of the weak.

Illness can also usher in despair.

His only son has recently succumbed to a strange ailment, growing increasingly emaciated with no remedy in sight.

This has compelled him to delegate the governance of the city to his subordinates while he seeks a cure for his son's affliction.

Today, when Fongo inquired about the sword of mitigation, Sirill was once again reminded of the rumor and his thoughts drifted to his son.

Do you fancy this sword? Are you not concerned it may bring you ill fortune? Sirill asked with curiosity.

Oh, I plan to gift it.

Surely it wound t befall me.

Fongghao replied directly.

He had also noted the unfortunate attributes associated with the sword.

Under ordinary circumstances, even if he were skeptical, he would avoid such taboos.

Yet, he was merely fulfilling a task for Shiau.

After purchasing it, he intended to hand it over to her.

What did luck or misfortune have to do with him? Moreover, Shiau was a spirit, and the sword itself was integral to her mission.

The notion of misfortune did not apply.

Sirill paused momentarily, realizing it was intended for his adversary.

How much do you intend to offer? Sirill inquired directly, genuinely interested in selling.

Funghow pushed forward the chest of gold coins.

With his thousand gold, a haven te brought much extra.

What do you think, Lord Mayor? Sirill did not respond immediately, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the armrest.

Given the exquisite craftsmanship of the sword, a price of 1 gold was undoubtedly low.

It could fetch a higher price in larger trading houses.

However, the crux of the matter was who would be willing to buy it.

With his son as illness weighing on his mind, he was inclined to sell.

Very well.

It is yours, Sirill declared decisively.

Sirills agreement brought a sigh of relief to Fong Ho.

He had essentially traded the head of a mountain bandit for a task item.

With their transaction settled, Fong Hao did not rush to depart.

Instead, he turned once more to Sirill and asked, "Lord Sirill, might you know what procedures are required to open a shop in Plur City? A shop? What kind of establishment?" Sirill inquired with intrigue.

"A restaurant or perhaps a shop for household goods?" Funha replied.

Weapons and armor are not easily sold in the city.

Those are reserved for official entities.

No one would permit the residents of their city to freely purchase blades and crossbows as it would disrupt the order.

This is not a game where players can trade equipment upon entering city.

There is no issue.

When you plan to open a store, simply report to the city lord's office.

Sirill responded, "Thank you, my lord.

" Fun how expressed his gratitude as he had accomplished his objective for the day.

After a brief chat with Sirill as a transition, he rose and departed from the city lord's office.

He confirmed again at the tavern that no new maps had arrived before he exited the city of Pearl.

Outside the city, the giant lizard remained, occupying a stable all to itself.

A considerable crowd had gathered at a distance, pointing and discussing the creature.

Some mischievous children picked up stones in an attempt to tease it, only to be reprimanded by adults who swatted them on the behind.

Fongghao approached, gently patting the giant lizard's body, signaling it to rise and head home.

The lizard opened its eyes and stretched its body.

It then lay down again, allowing Fong Ha and Iniatam out.

Under the watchful eyes of the town's folk, the giant lizard took off at a swift pace, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Upon returning to the territory, Fongo dismounted and gave the lizard-es neck a couple of light taps, prompting it to head to its dwelling.

A vehicle capable of self-parking.

Who knows how many people dream of such a convenience.

and Jiao hopped down and immediately complained of hunger, setting off to find air.

Fong Hao, meanwhile, took the newly acquired dagger and made his way to Shia<unk>s residence once more.

This time, the door opened before he had the chance to knock.

My lord, Shiau greeted with a bow.

H, did he not rest during the day? Fungho inquired as he took a seat nearby.

Shiau typically prefer the night, wandering the territory or venturing further a field, returning before dawn.

Given her capabilities, she had not been assigned many tasks since the last exploration regarding the shattered skull.

Not yet, Shiau replied.

By the way, I have received another dagger of leniency, which is perfect for you.

Funa produced the dagger and handed it to Shiau.

As she accepted it, a radiant light emanated from her once again, indicating a rise in her rank.

Phantom Shiau, level seven.

The last time she had acquired a dagger of leniency, she had ascended from level three to level 5.

Now she had advanced from level five to level seven.

If this trend continues, upon gathering 12, Shiau might directly attain the status of a hero, perhaps one of considerable caliber.

Tell me, Shiau, is there anything a miss? Funo asked, noticing her dazed expression.

Shall you turn back softly responding, My lord, I am fine.

I merely witnessed some fragmented images perhaps related to my past.

Fungho intrigued inquired, "Would you share what you saw?" It was quite disjointed.

I saw myself participating in a swordsmanship competition, witnessed myself in ecclesiastical attire, assisting a pregnant woman in childbirth.

Everything was chaotic.