Chapter 32: The Death of Mark Lee

"What a fine sword!"

As the sword fell into his grasp, Kayson Lee couldn't help but exclaim in awe.

He inspected the sword in his hands, quickly recognizing the purple ore it was forged from, "Who forged this sword?"

"It was Manager Mccoy."

Wyatt Barnes truthfully answered.

"No wonder, I was saying there isn't anyone else in Clear Wind Town who has such superb blacksmithing skills aside from him. The whole sword is near perfect."

Kayson Lee praised before casually handing the sword back to Wyatt Barnes.

"Boss, isn't this sword forged from purple ore? I'll go to Manager Mccoy to forge one for me later. This is absolutely a murder weapon!"

Darren Lee, the chubby young man, eyes gleaming, shouted out loud.

Purple ore?

Wyatt Barnes shook his head and laughed, this guy just likes to pretend he knows everything.

"Smack!"