They had not gone far from the store when Franklin glanced at his son, “Was that what you meant by talking?”

He hesitated and nodded his head casually, “But it was a great talk, he got what he deserved! It seems like you’ve grown a lot in the past six years.”

Gazing down at the sandalwood box, Jacob raised his eyes with a faint smile, “Yeah, I picked up a thing or two over the years.”

“Oh right, do you think the sword is worth ten grand?” Franklin asked with a raised brow.

Jacob looked at him reluctantly.

“Did I get cheated?” Franklin frowned, “Bloody scammers!”

“I don’t think it was too far off,” Jacob responded, “it is a great sword, at least it is one that has taken years to forge, and it can slice through someone’s neck without seeing a drop of blood.”

Franklin glared at him, “To hell with it! The sword is a gentleman’s weapon, don’t bring bloodshed into the conversation!”

nodded helplessly, “Whatever

not call for violence all the time, what if you hurt yourself in the process?!” Franklin went on with his lecture

a smile, “Yeah,

far away. Following closely, the crowd on

a glance at the side before pulling his father two steps

Jacob had looked at, threw a hefty kick at the short-haired man, and sent him flying. She looked down at the

aren’t you Miss Murray, who was next to Master Roman the other day? What

tilted her chin upwards

the stomach barely got on his feet and lashed out at her, “What the hell do

dare you shout at me, you robber? Go

the man and started beating the soul out of the poor

Franklin nodded his head as he praised

heard

to them as

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