I bought two jars of wine in a small town at the foot of the mountain.
Two jars of Cabernet Sauvignon.
Then, I carried the two jars of Cabernet Sauvignon into the blacksmith's shop.
The old man with graying whiskers swung his hammer, striking the red-hot iron sword.
Sparks flew everywhere.
I paid double the price and gave him one jar of Cabernet Sauvignon for a sword from his shop.
"This sword, it sharpens when it meets blood," the old man said.
He said the same thing in my past life.
In my past life, I baptized this sword with Kingston's blood. I will consecrate it in this life with Vincent's blood.
