Chapter 9: Good Blade
Starra rushed in as though gliding on a cloud, handing Theron a sleek white box. Inside, there was a dagger with a seven-inch, curved blade. The cool edge radiated a touch of blue light, and the handle was a dense black that contrasted well.
Theron picked up the dagger and balanced it in his palm. He resisted the urge to use any knife skills, cognizant of the fact that he was an Imperial Scholar right now, not an assassin.
"Good blade," he commented perfunctorily.
In reality, it was a bit worse than his short sword. But he had yet to see a low-tier Bronze Soul weapon that matched up to his short sword.
For the cost of 6,300 bronzes, it was good enough.
Starra beamed, seeing that Theron was happy. She brought in the three techniques he had exchanged for soon after.
There was a clear vision in Theron's mind. He had only just started on the path of cultivation, but his mind had been filled with books on military strategy.
The path of the Imperial Scholar was actually twofold. There was the military intelligence path and the Imperial Court path.
Theron had reluctantly studied the military path in the past only because the exams covered both aspects, not expecting it to come in handy.