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It's like throwing a punch.

It also looks like swinging a stick.

Mercer was thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of wielding the sword, channeling all his strength into a single strike.

Slashes appeared in the air.

Streams of air were sent forward with each swing of the sword.

Bogart's eyes widened as he watched Mercer's movements, and his lips twitched. "So this is enough to create a flow of air?"

The next moment, Mercer sheathed his sword and exhaled heavily, casually brandishing the blade and scoffing, "It's not handy at all."

He tossed the long sword up, gripped the blade with his right hand, and handed the hilt to Bogart, saying, "Here's your sword back."

Bogart silently accepted the sheath.

Mercer stepped forward, took his own frost and scabbard from his hands, and with a flick of his right hand, shook off the dew that had condensed on the sword.

click!

The sword was sheathed.

Insert it back into the lower back.

At that moment, Messer noticed that Bogart was still looking at him.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Bogart smiled broadly, like a chrysanthemum. "Your sword is a new blade. I can tell it wasn't forged for very long; it must have been recently made."

Could you introduce me to a swordsmith? I'd like to have my sword reforged, or have a new one made.

As he spoke, a longing gleamed in his eyes. Bogart clasped his hands together and winked at Mercer.

Seeing his expression, Moses laughed and said with amusement:

"Given the current market conditions."

An ordinary refined weapon costs at least 100,000 Berries, while a better refined weapon costs 700,000 to 800,000 Berries.

Once a sword reaches the quality of a famous sword, even the lowest grade of a fast sword will cost at least one million Berries, while a good fast sword will cost at least several million Berries.

I examined your knife. The raw materials are excellent, and the base is passable. However, if you were to reforge it, you'd need to add more precious metals, and the material costs alone would be at least a million Berries.

At this point, Moses laughed: "I can help you recast it, you'll have to provide the materials yourself, but you'll need to help me acquire a batch of top-quality forging equipment. Is that acceptable?"

Bogart looked at Mercer, completely bewildered, not understanding what Mercer meant. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Moses stared at him speechlessly.

"How can you be so stupid? What I mean is, as long as the materials are in place, I don't want your processing fees. You just need to help me get the forging equipment set up."

Bogart pointed at Mercer's nose, looking utterly incredulous:

"You? Forging? You're not kidding me, are you?"

With a dark expression, Mercer laughed angrily, "One word: do it or not. I can do it for free while I'm still not famous. If you wait a few years, it won't be this price."

Bogart still couldn't believe it, but considering Moses' intelligence, he hesitated to make a decision and asked again:

Are you sure you can forge a good, sharp sword?

Moses stared at him expressionlessly, took out three scalpels from the bag at his waist, and Bogart took them blankly, pulled out the sheaths and began to examine them.

A few minutes later.

They repeatedly looked at and touched it.

Finally, he stared at Moses with a look of utter disbelief, his lips twitching:

"no?

Why is this scalpel still of the high-speed blade quality?

Are you serious, kid?

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Snatching the scalpel from his own hand, Moses glanced at him calmly:

"I'm going back to sleep. Give me an answer after breakfast tomorrow. Otherwise, I won't wait."

After saying that, Moses jumped over the railing from the top floor and landed on the deck of the warship.

Bogart leaned over the railing, watching Mercer return to the cabin, his expression a mixture of emotions.

For a true swordsman, his sword is like his "other half".

The thought of her "other half" being "played with" by other technicians, and the possibility of it being damaged if she's not careful, is very disturbing.

His gaze became subtle, his right hand rubbing the hilt of his knife, Bogart's expression unusually conflicted:

"But this is also a good opportunity. If that kid can really do it, then my knife will be transformed."

A good swordsmith is hard to find, and a swordsmith who can forge a famous sword is even rarer.

Even with the size of the navy, such "master swordsmiths" are very rare.

A swordsmith may not be able to forge a single famous sword in his lifetime.

In a lifetime, there may only be a few works that can be passed down as timeless masterpieces.

Thinking of Mercer's scalpels, Bogart's eyes hardened, and he gritted his teeth: "I'll take the gamble. You can't catch a wolf without risking your wife."

Back in her room, Mercer washed up in the bathroom and went to rest early.

Unlike Bogart, who was so conflicted, for Mercer, a good, sharp knife, in a state of perfect harmony with nature, simply meant spending more time and effort.

That's all there is.

The next day.

After breakfast.

"Castle Space. Residential Area"

"Crench!"

The stone door, carved with raven patterns, opened.

Upon closer inspection, he saw Perona still sleeping soundly in bed like a dead pig. He went to the bedside and pinched her nose with his right index finger and thumb.

Five seconds later.

Seeing that her mouth began to open and breathe, I pinched her mouth shut again with my middle and ring fingers.

Five seconds later, Perona groggily opened her eyes and looked at Mercer sitting on the edge of the bed. Her cheeks puffed out involuntarily. Seeing this, Mercer released his right hand.

Perona took two heavy breaths and stared at Mercer:

"What are you doing? Why aren't you letting me sleep this early in the morning?"

“Look outside,” Moses said casually. “The sun is already up.”

Perona struggled to get up, and the blanket covering her slipped off, revealing a cute black and white panda pajama set.

I rubbed my eyes; the sky outside was a dazzling orange-red. I yawned and mumbled:

"Is it already dawn? Then it's time to get up."

Muttering to herself, she fixed her eyes on Mercer, pointed to the door, and said with a charmingly naive expression, "Go out. I'm changing my clothes."

Mercer pursed her lips, turned around and left: "Change your clothes, come out, wash up and have breakfast, and hurry up."

Reaching the window, Moses pushed it open and jumped out from the windowsill.

Having escaped the range of Ya Da Bao's body, Messer's body grew larger and landed on the floor.

Inside Garp's room.

Mercer sat on the sofa, looking at Crow Da Bao beside him: "How does it feel to have a Devil Fruit ability? How's the stamina consumption with people living in the castle inside your body?"

"It feels great. I have very little energy expenditure. As long as I don't drastically modify the interior space, I hardly expend any energy."

"A permanent ability effect? ​​That's not bad. Da Bao, take some time to check on the water storage device on the warship. In the next couple of days, build a water storage pool in the castle so that it will be convenient for us to use."

"Then, should we buy a large-scale power generation and energy storage device? We should be able to use it in the laboratory, right?"

Listening to Ya Dabao's analysis, Messer nodded, "I'll discuss this with my grandfather later. Those kinds of supplies can't be bought through normal channels."

Well, the key issue is that I don't have a way to buy it myself.

We do have one at home, but it's a bit small. Hmm, I have an idea. By the way, Da Bao, could you fly up to 10,000 meters in the air?

"Caw~" Ya Dabao tilted his head, thought for a moment and said, "I haven't tried it, but it should be possible, right? I've flown before, even in the sky higher than Cigu Mountain, but it was a bit tiring."

"Alright, you can start training soon. We'll go to the sky island at 10,000 meters in the air sometime. There are a lot of things there that will be useful to us."

"The crow understands."

Ya Dabao nodded, curiosity flashing in his eyes. Sky Island? What's that?

The person and the bird chatted back and forth, refining many ideas through their conversation.

At this moment, ripples appeared on Ya Dabao's body, and then Perona's body appeared, growing larger from a small size.

Seeing the lump hurtling towards him, Mercer quickly moved his butt to the side, making room for her to appear.

He bumped into the sofa, his head hitting the back of the sofa.

Perona covered her nose and started whimpering. Mercer looked at her, speechless, and grabbed her collar to pull her up.

I glanced at her; she wore pretty black leather boots, black and white striped cotton leggings, a black striped skirt, and a warm yellow cotton fitted sweater.

She looked completely different from how dirty she was yesterday.

Pink pigtails, straight bangs, and a small, clean, and adorable face.

Perona blinked at Mercer, somewhat puzzled. "Why are you looking at me? Did I choose the wrong outfit?"

Mercer stroked his chin and said, "I didn't realize you had such a good sense of style, Pepe. Did you study fashion design before?"