A longsword approximately three feet long and four inches wide, with a silver-white body adorned with complex engravings. A faint and elusive aura flows around it, making the sword appear somewhat like an illusion.
"Hoo~"
Arthur, with a slightly flushed face, exhaled a breath of alcohol, casually tossed the reagent bottle emitting a strong ethanol smell onto the workbench, picked up the last piece of smoked meat, and asked without turning around, "Did you eat?"
"Yes, I did."
Mo nodded, appearing behind him at some point.
"Then I won't save any for you."
Arthur shook his head, quickly finished the smoked meat in his hand in a few bites, then wiped his hand on the expensive, ornate armor he was wearing, and grasped the longsword planted beside him on the ground.
"So it's you..."
Arthur still didn't turn around, just gave a self-deprecating smile and softly sighed.
Mo nodded slightly: "Yes, it's me."
"I want to vent a little."
"Alright."
"I'm very strong now, very strong."
