Chapter 106

Chapter 79 The Gigantic Black Sickle

It seemed that Percival had become even more fearful of Pogus than before; his demeanor was akin to that of a mouse encountering a cat.

I could roughly imagine what he had gone through recently… Pogus was the top craftsman here, and since the Duke had asked Percival to learn from him, he must have been disciplined quite a bit.

After realizing this, my gaze towards Percival was filled with sympathy, and I sincerely hoped that he could live a comfortable life in the future.

“Peipei, you haven’t come over here for two months, uh. Come! Uh, let Uncle see if you miss me!”

A huge shadow completely enveloped my petite body, and I widened my eyes in horror.

Don’t… Don’t come over!

I hurriedly took two steps back, only to bump into the wall with a “thud.” Watching as Pogus walked two steps closer, he extended his rough hand and grabbed my lower face.

Pinch… rub…

The dry and harsh, terrible sensation came from both sides of my cheeks, and all I could hear was Pogus laughing loudly.

“Hahaha! Your little face is still so soft, hahaha—uh…”

I’ll make you… Ha! Ha! Ha!

I delivered three consecutive punches to his lower abdomen.

Originally, I intended to hit him in the chest, but it was too high to reach. Jumping up would work, but that would be… too inappropriate.

But this time, I used slightly more force than last time. Pogus couldn’t bear it, stumbled backward, and took two steps back, then rubbed his stomach.

“Haha! Not bad, not bad. Peipei, we should uh, have a match sometime!”

“I don’t have time.”

Who wants to fight with you!

This person, I really don’t like him.

“Pogus, stop bullying her,” the Duke quickly stopped Pogus as he moved forward, “If she gets truly angry, she could throw you into the bellows.”

But Pogus didn’t care at all: “Scaliger, Pogus and Peipei were just uh, having fun!”

Then, as if he discovered something, he frowned and changed his tone.

“Hmm, why isn’t La Fayette that boy here? He’s supposed to be back, right?”

“La Fayette stayed at Santel Castle; he has a lot of things to handle today.”

“Oh.” Pogus scratched his bald head, “I heard that kid did away with Edward, huh?”

“Yes, it happened last night.”

Pogus nodded, then glanced at me casually.

When he looked at the Duke again, there was no trace of jest in his eyes.

“Scaliger, are we going to war?”

“Maybe, who knows right now.”

“Have you thought it through?”

“Thought it through? There’s nothing to think about, Pogus.” The Duke also immediately stopped smiling, “No one likes war, I don’t like it, and Peipei doesn’t like it either. But when things come to this, I can’t hide. Do you understand? I can’t wait until the mountain collapses before making plans; everything needs to be done ahead of time to have a chance.”

Pogus pondered for a moment, then sighed.

“I understand. I’ve heard from Percival the reasons behind it. What Edward did… Peipei used to listen to him very much, how could he bear it… If it were me, I’d crush him too.” He pulled out a chair from the workbench and sat down, “Alright, Scaliger, there’s nothing else to say about this. You know me, if it comes to that, do whatever you think is best.”

“Okay.”

Pogus laughed again.

“Now it looks like my big iron hammer will finally be useful.”

“I hope it won’t come to that… a battlefield meat grinder…”

The name alone sounds terrifying.

Not long after, Percival

Fa returned.

Along with him, two sturdy craftsmen entered the room, struggling to carry a pitch-black rectangular leather box on their shoulders. They were gritting their teeth and sweating profusely, looking quite strained.

“Pepe, your scythe has arrived!… Be careful… just put it here.”

Paschal directed the two men, slowly placing the leather box onto the workbench.

The material of the box was quite fine, with clear leather textures and excellent quality. It was unknown what kind of animal skin it was made from. The entire box was about one meter long and felt surprisingly heavy. One could tell from the expressions of the two craftsmen. Despite their efforts to handle it gently, there was still a dull thud when the box landed on the table.

Dust rose up.

“Alright, thank you for your hard work.”

“No problem, no problem.”

“This thing is so heavy… What’s inside?”

“What weapon is this heavy… Is it new technology from the workshop…”

“Um… I guess you could say that…”

“Mysterious…”

After the two craftsmen left, Pago rushed forward and slapped Paschal on the back of his head while he was still smiling.

“I told you to get the box, and instead, you just ordered them to carry it over!”

“Ouch!” Paschal cried out in pain, quickly rubbing his head with a pained expression. “I couldn’t carry it, it was too heavy…”

“It’s only less than 100 kilograms, have you been wasting your time working out?”

“One hundred kilograms, who can lift that… Uh.”

Halfway through his sentence, Paschal suddenly closed his mouth and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

What, did you think I would get angry? Tch, childish.

“Paschal Uncle.”

I extended two fingers, pinched Pago’s sleeve as he was about to open the leather box, and gently pulled.

“Huh? What is it?”

“Can you lift this scythe?”

Pago laughed loudly.

“Haha! Pepe, asking me that shows how little you respect Uncle. Otherwise, do you think who made it? My sledgehammer is even heavier!”

I nodded.

“Oh.”

Then I stepped back two steps, not saying anything, just smiling at him.

Seeing this, Pago was puzzled.

“Pepe, you called me just to say this…” He paused for a few seconds, then smacked himself on the forehead, realizing. “No, wait. Paschal! You little brat, you dared to call me inhuman!”

He grabbed Paschal, who was trying to sneak away, and pounded his forehead with his huge fist, making Paschal cry out in pain.

“Pain, pain, pain—! Uncle Pago, I wasn’t talking about you!”

“Then who were you talking about!”

“I was saying… uh, no, I didn’t say anything about anyone!”

“Hahaha, alright, alright.” The duke pulled Paschal out of Pago’s grasp. “Pago, not to be mean, but you’re acting like a child at your age.”

“What’s wrong with me? This brat dared to insult me!” Pago kicked Paschal’s butt. “Go open the box!”

Despite his委屈expression, Paschal dared not disobey Pago and reluctantly walked to the workbench, extending his hand to the box. With a click, he unfastened the metal clasp on the right side and lifted the lid.

Inside the box, a soft, white, foam-like material filled the space. In the middle, a massive black scythe, with its handle and blade folded into three sections each, was embedded within.

Pago waved his hand.

“Take it out.”