Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 1]

Kneeling down, I rummaged through the remains of the Grimm and pushed them aside, revealing some lien I collected into my coin purse. There was no drop. I glanced around to make sure I was alone, then reached into my pack and drew forth a long object. It fell onto the Grimm remains.

"Gasp," I said with some theatrics. "A loot drop. How fortunate!" I picked up the sword I totally hadn't just placed there. "Ah, a short sword with some magical properties and a mysterious rune. This will sell well."

Twenty levels up on when I'd started or not, my Charisma was still fairly abysmal, which meant my acting was about the same. No one would have believed me, and yet no one would believe the alternative either, and so the Beacon Auction House had just accepted that I had a remarkable streak of luck, the likes of which others might bemoan, but which made me richer and richer. A Knight such as I couldn't actually forge these blades, after all, but finding them as drops from slain Grimm? Well, that would take some serious luck, but it was possible.

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"Another magical sword?" the woman behind the counter, Sarah, regarded me with equal parts surprise and suspicion. "That makes this the sixth – seventh? – magical sword you've sold in a little over a week."

"What can I say? I guess I'm lucky."

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 1]