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Lu Ze was completely stunned when he heard Fu Xuan say that he would give him a sword.

It wasn't because of the sword itself, but because of the act of giving the sword away.

In his cultural understanding, there is an ancient saying that "a sword is given as a token of affection".

The sword has two blades, and the scabbard holds it. The sword and scabbard fit together perfectly, implying that the person who gives the sword and the person who receives it are inseparable.

Is she implying something by giving herself a sword?

Lu Ze carefully examined Fu Xuan's expression.

She stood at the entrance of the Bureau of Works, her hands behind her back, her expression calm and her eyes clear, exactly the same as when she worked at the Bureau of Apostles, without any shyness.

Lu Ze silently overturned all his romantic ideas from just now.

That's true. If she really had those feelings, she'd be blushing furiously by now.

Fu Xuan felt a little uncomfortable under Lu Ze's gaze, so he turned around and walked towards the gate of the Bureau of Works. After taking two steps, he turned back and urged Lu Ze on.

"Idiot, hurry up and follow me."

Lu Ze then came to his senses and quickly followed.

The interior of the factory is even more spectacular than the exterior.

Dozens of furnaces lined up in the forging area, with huge bellows driven by ingenious devices to rhythmically blow air, and sparks shooting out of the furnace mouth with each blast.

The rows of finished product shelves I passed were filled with all kinds of weapons, from the standard longswords of the Yunqi Army to the uniquely shaped double-headed axes, from soft swords as thin as willow leaves to horse-slaying sabers as thick as door panels, there was something for everyone.

Fu Xuan did not stop in front of any of the forging tables. She walked through the entire forging area and went straight to the innermost independent workshop.

Unlike other open forging workshops, this workshop has its own doors, walls, and roof. A wooden plaque hangs at the entrance with two characters engraved on it: Gongshu.

Fu Xuan raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Master Gongshu, are you there?"

A moment later, the curtain was lifted from the inside, and a head peeked out.

He was a middle-aged man with a thick beard and bright, piercing eyes.

When he saw Fu Xuan, he was stunned for a moment, then grinned.

"Distinguished guests have arrived; what kind of weapons are you going to use?"

After offering a polite greeting, Fu Xuan got straight to the point.

"Greetings, Master Gongshu. I have come today to ask you to help me forge a sword."

Master Gongshu's gaze passed over Fu Xuan and landed on Lu Ze behind her.

His eyes were like two vernier calipers, measuring from Luze's shoulders to his wrists, from his posture to the calluses on his fingers.

The diviners of the Grand Diviner's Office never used swords. Since they were here to fight, it was naturally for the young man behind them.

"What style do you want? I can customize it to your liking."

He turned around, took a roll of blueprints from the wall, and spread it out on the table. The blueprints depicted several designs of flying swords.

Some are slender and long, with blades as supple as willow leaves; others are short and powerful, with wavy, unusual patterns on their blades.

Master Gongshu spoke with confidence, as if there was no sword in the world he couldn't forge.

Lu Ze knew nothing about these things; the only cold weapon he had ever used was a kitchen knife. He could only bow slightly and speak honestly.

"I wonder if Master Gongshu has any recommendations? I really know nothing about swords."

"Then tell me what your requirements are for this sword, and I'll customize it for you."

Master Gongshu stroked his beard, looked Lu Ze up and down, his gaze as if he were assessing a piece of iron.

"However, the price difference between the customized version and the standard version is quite significant."

These words put Lu Ze in a difficult position.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, but there wasn't a single coin, let alone any patrol arrows.

Although Fu Xuan said he would give him a sword, he couldn't ask for too much, so he decided to choose a standard-issue sword.

Although it's a bit lacking, it should be sufficient.

Fu Xuan seemed to see through his embarrassment, turned his head slightly, and spoke in a low but clear voice.

"Master Gongshu, just focus on making the best quality; price is not an issue."