Chapter 26: Baptizing A Sword
Feeling quite lucky having acquired a good weapon along with some other rewards, Azrael then decided that it is about time for him to go back to the city, possibly sell off all the loots that he got from killing all sorts of monsters and creatures outside and possibly spend all those money to prepare himself for the unavoidable long trip that he must make if he wants to climb to higher floors of the tower.
Now kneeling in front of the canine monster whose life was just taken away by him, the young man starts skinning it and trying to get the most out of its pelt, which is clearly quite damaged from the fight the two of them had, but nevertheless a good loot in his book.
'Mosquito meat is still meat after all...' he said to himself with a smile on his face as if he is already used to doing things like this, his masterful handling of the canine monster's fur making sure that there is minimal if there is at all damage that is added as he removes it away from its body, the old sword in his hand working like a craftsman's prized knife, as if it is not beaten up and near ruin at all.
'Man, that was satisfying...' after finally taking off the entire pelt out of the monster, Azrael then wipe the sweat on his forehead with a satisfied smile appearing on his face, the massive creature being nothing but muscles making an eerie display in the surroundings as if it just encountered something so disastrous that its skin got torn off its own body in an extremely smooth and professional manner.
After taking care of the fur, the young man doesn't even spare the monster's fangs and claws, making sure that he harvested each and every single one of them to sell them later rather than keeping it for himself until he finds a craftsman that can forge them into a proper weapon, thinking that there's no way a growth-type weapon from the tower would be topped by any craftsman that he has a chance of contacting right now.
After taking all that he can from the canine monster, the young man then starts packing them up on his leather bag, hoping that it can all fit there, looking at the remains of the monster in pity as even its bone might be great materials if it were to be sold in the city, but there's just no way for him to carry it all the way back to the city.
'Unless...' having an absurd thought in his mind, Azrael then reveals a brilliant, amused smile on his face as if he just thought of something way too interesting, making him look at the new sword in his hand as he speaks to it as if he is talking to a good friend.