In the garden of a certain manor, a woman wearing loose home clothes sat at a small round table. Beside her, there was a maid holding an umbrella to block the sunlight for her.
Barr walked towards her and bowed slightly.
"Barr, sit down." The woman said, "Letting an old man stand, I don't feel comfortable."
"Thank you for your kindness, miss."
Barr said and sat on the chair beside the woman, "But I'm afraid this is not your true intention."
"Yes, I just feel that you are an eyesore standing beside me." The woman said, "You are too big, Barr."
Barr smiled, "I am your protector and housekeeper, miss.
If I am not like this, I'm afraid I can't make people feel at ease. "
The woman snorted a few times, "I just want my father and uncle to feel at ease … But, in fact, they don't really care about me."
"They have more urgent things to do." Barr said.
"And I have nothing to do, just like those aristocratic young masters and young misses."
"You too, miss."
Hearing Barr's words, the woman chuckled, "You are really merciless, Barr."
"Serving you, I don't have so many meaningless rules around those people." Barr's face also had a smile, "At least you won't whip me because of this."
"There are not many people who dare to whip you, Barr … At least in the King's Castle, I have never heard of anyone who has the guts to treat a Silver ranked warrior like you."
"You flatter me."
"Well then, it's time for me to see what you brought back today."
The woman said, "You don't agree with me going to the shop to take a look, but at least let me know what is in the shop."
When the woman said this, Barr's face showed a hesitant expression.
"This is not like you, Barr."
"Don't tell me you bought a bomb, and that's why you're acting like a little girl now." The woman's tone was a little hurried.
"That's not a bomb," Barr said. "But … maybe it's not much better than a bomb." Barr waved at the young male servant standing in the distance.
The attendant walked up to Barr and the woman and saluted without saying anything.
"That spinning top," Barr said to the attendant.
The attendant took out something that attracted the woman's attention.
It was a shiny silver-white spinning top, and it was covered with fine thorns. If one held it in one's hand, one would be worried that it would prick one's finger.
When the attendant held the spinning top in his hand, he was very careful.
"What is this?" The woman asked.
"A spinning top, Miss," Barr replied.
The woman sighed, "I know it's a spinning top, but if it's just a spinning top, do you need to take it out?"
"Indeed, I don't need it," Barr said, and then said to the attendant, "Throw that spinning top … Throw it far away."
The attendant threw the spinning top far away, and it landed in an open area with bushes.
After the spinning top landed on the ground, it started to spin automatically.
"Oh, I didn't have such a convenient toy when I was young."
The woman pursed her lips and put her finger to the corner of her mouth, "Back then, I had to prepare my own rope and wooden stick."
"That's not the only thing, Miss," Barr said.
As the spinning top spun, the thorns spread out, and as the spinning top spun, they spread in all directions and turned into silver petals.
The woman's eyes widened slightly, "Well, I didn't have such a toy when I was young."
"No child can get such a toy from their parents," Barr said, "Not even you, Miss."
"I really didn't have such a luxurious and beautiful thing."
"That's not the only reason," Barr said.
There was a plate of fruits on the round table, but the woman didn't touch the fruits that had been washed until they were crystal clear or shiny. Barr picked up a green fruit from the plate and threw it at the spinning top.
The fruit fell on top of the spinning top, and before it fell to the ground, it was cut into strips and fell to the ground with the silver whirlwind.
The fruit was cut into pieces by the spinning thorns, but the most surprising thing was that the pulp was still connected and didn't break.
Seeing this scene, the woman couldn't help but sigh and clap her hands, "This is indeed … not something a child should play with.
A child who plays with such a toy, what kind of perverted and cruel little bastard is he? "
"Maybe he's the child of a demon," Barr said, "but it's definitely not something an ordinary child should play with," Barr said, and then waved at the attendant standing to the side, "Sharpen your weapon."
The attendant nodded, pulled out the sword at his waist, and walked towards the spinning top.
The attendant walked very slowly, carefully approaching the spinning top as if he was facing a ferocious beast.
When his sword came into contact with the silver whirlwind, sparks flew out from the friction between the sword and the thorns, and many of them splashed on the attendant's body.
When the same steel objects collided with each other, the spinning top seemed to spin even faster. The spinning thorny chains flashed with silver light, and more sparks were produced from the collisions.
The attendant held the sword with both hands, pressing on the spinning thorns. His forehead began to sweat, and the muscles on his arms trembled slightly.
The spinning top seemed to have self-awareness, and it felt that the opponent was getting weaker, so it spun even faster.
When the attendant couldn't hold on any longer, Barr shouted, "Come back!"
The attendant withdrew his sword, took a few steps back, and returned to Barr's side, panting.
The spinning top was still spinning in place, and it returned to its original stability.
"Give me the sword." Barr stretched out his hand to the attendant, and the attendant obediently handed over the sword with both hands.
Barr put the sword on his thigh, and the woman moved her head closer.
The attendant's sword wasn't a rare weapon, but it was definitely not an ordinary one either. If this fine iron sword was placed outside, then perhaps ordinary weapon merchants wouldn't be able to find it. Moreover, it would be treated as a shop's signature weapon.
But it was this sword that was now full of densely packed nicks, and the blade was full of circular patterns, which were scraped by the thorns.
For a sword, there was no more terrible and destructive encounter than this, but it didn't lose its sharpness, and the nicks on the blade were densely packed together, making the sword look like a sawtooth.
If such a sword was cut on a person's body, it would probably pull out a piece of flesh, and the iron shavings might even seep into the victim's flesh and blood vessels.
This sword didn't directly become a piece of rotten iron, and before it was completely destroyed, it could still destroy a person with flesh and blood — at least it could be used once or twice.
"Can I touch it?" The woman asked Barr.
Barr shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't let you touch such a dangerous thing."
His fingertips pressed against the edge of the sword and gently slid across it. The densely packed edge of the sword did not cut his finger, but it left a red mark on his finger.
"It's fragile, like broken glass, but more vicious than glass."
"I don't think it's as vicious as that spinning top, right?"
The woman looked at the spinning top. At this moment, the spinning top finally began to slow down. It no longer flickered with silver light.
When the spinning top stopped, the thorns had already shrunk back to the top.
It stood upright, and didn't fall down.
Barr asked the waiter to pick up the spinning top and put it on the round table.
"Take this sword back to the furnace, and change it for another one." Barr handed the sword to the waiter. The waiter took the sword respectfully and turned to leave.
The spinning top was placed upside down on the table, next to the fruit plate.
The woman stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the spinning top covered with thorns, but her hand stopped in mid-air, and she finally retracted it.
"I'm not a stupid child … at least I have to know what this is."
"Spinning top," Barr said.
"What?" The woman didn't understand why Barr suddenly said that.
"The store manager and the girl both said it was a spinning top." Barr continued, "There's no other explanation."
"It doesn't look like a spinning top."
"I know, but it's really a spinning top.
At least that's what the creator said, "Barr said.
"I'd like to meet the creator."
Barr hesitated for a moment before continuing, "If they didn't lie to me, the creator … is a girl.
The girl I met in the store. "
The woman touched her lips, "This makes me more curious."