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Chapter 119 Lonely Song

As we left the Adventurers' Guild, dusk had fallen once more, the twilight like a thin gray veil enveloping the desolate Broken Rock Town.

There were fewer people on the streets, and most of those who remained huddled in corners, like scattered goods that no one cared about. The cries of children could be heard in the distance, but they were quickly dispersed by the night wind.

Smoke rose from chimneys, dispelling the unpleasant, sour smell. The doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street were tightly closed, with only a few shops occasionally emitting a blinding white light of magical energy.

Roland stood on the steps, looking down at the brand-new adventurer's badge in his hand.

No longer made of bronze, it has been replaced by some kind of reddish mineral material. The front still features a crossed spear and shield, while the back displays entirely new personal information.

—Kalan.

A new name registered with the association.

Although it was Hogg who suggested it, Roland didn't mind having this new disguise.

His real name has already been exposed on the battlefield and linked to the Chosen One. If the Empire investigates carefully, it will be easy to find out that a Chosen One has also appeared in Broken Rock Town recently.

If they delve deeper, they'll find the Black Ash Dungeon, that he killed "Black Sheep" Hector, and ultimately, the Adventurers' Guild.

Although Ramona had already covered for him once, it was never possible to be completely foolproof, even with an extremely small probability.

Roland should also avoid it as much as possible.

However, when the thought of Ramona came to mind, Roland's expression became slightly strange.

This slave trader had helped him a lot, and he had originally planned to visit him immediately after resolving the association's affairs, but he had already left Broken Rock Town.

The shop was completely empty, with only a note left behind, indicating her whereabouts.

"I have been promoted to work at headquarters. I am grateful for everyone's support. If there are any issues regarding monster handling, please contact my successor, Victor."

"Also, to a certain young lady: Congratulations on embarking on the path of the extraordinary, and best wishes for a long and successful journey."

The handwriting was messy, and there was an abstract goblin pattern in the corner, like a mark that Ramona had casually left.

Roland looked at the note for a while, especially the design, and after confirming that it matched Ramona's style, he didn't say anything more.

As for Aleta, her expression was noticeably more complicated. She stared at the spot where Ramona often sat for a long time before carefully folding the note and tucking it close to her body.

After they turned and left, they agreed on a departure time and went to take care of their own business.

The Furnace of Iron Anvil

Roland pushed open the familiar door and saw Master Bloom once again.

Unexpectedly, the first thing the dwarf said wasn't about his feelings about using the longsword, but another question.

—What did you name that sword?

Brown's voice was deep and rugged, characteristic of a blacksmith, but his attitude was quite serious as he stared straight at the young adventurer.

Roland paused for a moment.

To be honest, he hadn't considered this issue at all. In his eyes, weapons were just weapons, combat tools that could be replaced at any time, and things like naming them were useless.

Just like the staves and longswords he seized, he never cared what these things had once been called, unless they had the ability to be extracted.

However, for a blacksmith, especially a skilled dwarven blacksmith, this matter clearly carried unusual weight.

"You people always treat weapons like clothes you change after you're done using them," Bronn said, picking up a longsword from the counter and examining it closely in the light above his head. "But you don't know that weapons can also remember things."

He handed the sword to him.

Roland took the sword and examined it closely. The blade was very ordinary, without any decorations or rune slots, only gleaming with a cold light.

But when he gripped it tightly, he suddenly felt something unusual, like a heartbeat or a pulse, faint and hard to pinpoint.

"Every enemy you've killed, every drop of blood you've shed, every adventure you've experienced—" Bronn's voice came from the side, "the weapon will remember. And the more it remembers, the more it will awaken."

"Awakened?"

"We dwarves call it a spirit," Bron said, taking the sword back and placing it back in the cabinet. "Each weapon nurtures a different spirit, and anyone it approves of can wield its unique power."

"But if you want it to accept you, you must first accept it—choosing a name is the first step in accepting it."

He paused, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

"No matter who comes to forge weapons, I always let them name them. It's just that I wasn't there last time, and that apprentice was an idiot—"

Roland remained silent, his gaze fixed on his sword.

The silver-white sword was slightly twisted, a result of enduring multiple attacks from Verra's spear; there were several nicks on the blade, a side effect of summoning the Sword Saint to attack during Ember Moment; the rune slots were slightly dim, a symbol of the energy consumed during multiple comebacks.

This sword has accompanied him through many places and battles since he killed his first goblin, until now, as he has been promoted to a full-fledged professional.

It is entitled to a name.

Then, Roland spoke softly: "Silent Song."

"From now on, this sword will be called Silent Song."

"Those who are about to be killed by it will hear the shriek of death rushing into silence; the embers of those who are silent will sing new poems through this sword."

"Therefore, it is called Silent Song."

After the sound faded, the air seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The bellows inside the forge were still whirring, and the furnace fire was still crackling, but Brown's gaze had changed.

He looked at Roland for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Alright, since you seem to have some understanding, I'll give you a 10% discount on equipment repair this time."

Roland nodded silently and took out the equipment that needed repair and placed it on the counter.

Actually, it mainly consists of two pieces of equipment.

First, the newly named Silent Song Longsword is not particularly badly damaged, but it needs careful repair.

Secondly, the fire lizard scale armor he was wearing not only had several large holes, but all the scales were also worn to varying degrees, making it quite difficult to repair.

Fortunately, Bloom seemed very confident, even going so far as to promise to complete the repairs within two days, or even surpass them.

As a result, even with a 10% discount, Roland still lost a full 200 gold coins.

After leaving the forge, Roland continued with his next task.

Selling spoils of war.

To be honest, this matter was much more difficult than he had thought. Many extraordinary shops had already closed or relocated, leaving very few options.

What's worse, these unscrupulous merchants took advantage of the fact that many adventurers were eager to leave Broken Rock Town and directly discounted their purchase prices by 30%.

After some reasoned argument and pressure from the status of a formal professional, Roland spent some time and finally managed to obtain an acceptable return.

A total of 856 gold coins.

This includes some unused medicines, items scavenged on the battlefield, and miscellaneous items.

Surprisingly, the most valuable item was the staff from the lizardman shaman.

A businessman saw its "cultural value" and thought it would be profitable to sell to mages who study monstrosities or ecology, so he offered a price of 320 gold coins.

Roland readily accepted.

Finally, with the proceeds from the sale of these spoils, the quartermaster's reward, and the remaining valuables, the amount of gold coins he possessed reached an unprecedented level.

2639 pieces.

That's enough for him to carry out his next plan.