The latter snickered twice, shamelessly moving back to his original position, and thoughtfully picked up the booklet on the ground, tossing it to his big brother on his back.
"Sword Manual"
Without checking the item panel, Motan just glanced at the cover. The two square characters on it possessed traits like vigor, antiquity, and strength, each stroke exuding a grand style. Apart from being a bit ugly, they had no flaws. He then curiously asked the white-haired girl standing with a sword, "This is..."
"For you, no charge, just take it."
The corners of Snow Bathing Sword's mouth curved into a smile. She leaned slightly forward, holding the nearly two-meter-long [Frostless] in a reverse grip with her left hand, gently reminding, "It's coming."
In the next instant, Motan instinctively placed the book "Sword Manual" into his bag, then sharply raised his left arm, lifting the well-made [Ogre's Plate]!
Slash—
"Your reactions are quick."
