“However, in this era, that kind of longsword must be very expensive. How can I get my hands on one? Or should I just find a random wooden stick to practice with first?” After thinking it over carefully, Grace Miller still decided to go take a look first. Even if he couldn’t afford it now, as long as he set his sights on a target, there would be opportunities in the future.

……

Ping City’s commercial street was paved with fine cobblestones, and every few steps there was a bronze statue—either a local celebrity or a revolutionary hero. On the side stood black, European-style gas lamps, instantly evoking images of the bustling, horse-drawn carriages of London during the Industrial Revolution. This commercial street was also the only pedestrian street in the entire city, with large vehicles strictly prohibited. On both sides of the street were stylishly dressed young men and women. In the height of summer, the pedestrians on both sides wore very cool clothing. Many wore just camisoles and hot pants, exposing large areas of fair skin, and colorful parasols passed back and forth. Through the glass windows along the street, you could see energetic young shop assistants in clothing stores actively attracting customers, their mouths constantly introducing the selling points of their shops.

Grace Miller was only wearing the ordinary No. 3 High School uniform, the old-fashioned black-and-white combination making him look especially out of place, with a pair of white sneakers on his feet. However, he seemed completely unconcerned about his appearance. His eyes were a bit dazed, his feet twisting and turning from time to time, occasionally suddenly stepping back nervously, or turning left and right, his arms twitching slightly, as if he wanted to strike some kind of pose, but immediately forced himself to hold back.

After accidentally bumping into the third pair of young couples, Grace Miller, apologizing repeatedly, finally stopped his somewhat crazy behavior. He had always been a martial arts enthusiast; otherwise, he wouldn’t have found a peerless manual like the True Swordsmanship on Taobao. In his previous life, he had a whole box full of such manuals, collected from various sources. He spent tens of thousands every year on these. Now that he had obtained a genuine swordsmanship cultivation manual, with his level of obsession, how could he not become a little possessed?

He had originally taken the bus, but got lost in thought about sword techniques and missed his stop, so he had to walk the rest of the way. But even walking, he got lost in his thoughts again. When he finally snapped out of it, Grace Miller looked around carefully and realized he had walked too far. He hurriedly turned back. Unexpectedly, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

A pair of cute, pretty girls were walking toward him, chatting and laughing while eating ice cream. One of them was none other than his younger sister, Henry Miller.

Grace Miller stopped in his tracks, watching as Henry Miller came closer. He was just about to greet her, but she only gave Grace Miller a quick glance, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.

The two passed by each other, and Henry Miller completely ignored her own brother, Grace Miller.

Although he had always known that his sister looked down on him, he hadn’t expected that she could be so indifferent even face-to-face. Undoubtedly, such behavior was a blow to his self-esteem. Suddenly, Grace Miller also felt a trace of disgust toward this sister he had always admired. Having such a pretty, cute, academically outstanding, and athletically gifted sister would make anyone feel inferior and want to get closer to something so beautiful. But this scene made Grace Miller’s heart turn completely cold. She couldn’t even maintain basic courtesy? Was she afraid of losing face in front of her friends? She didn’t even acknowledge her own brother—such a sister was indeed a bit annoying, no matter how pretty or outstanding she was.

“Hey, Little Henry, did you see that guy just now? Wearing a school uniform and sneakers in this heat, and he stared at you with a blank look. Could he have a crush on you?”

“How is that possible? That guy must be crazy. There are lots of people like that on the street.”

“But when I walked past him, I didn’t even dare to breathe. Guys dressed like that usually have a really bad smell.”

Their voices grew more and more distant behind him, gradually drowned out by the noise of the crowd on the street.

Grace Miller shook his head slightly. He hadn’t expected that his first encounter with his sister after being reborn would happen under such circumstances. The familiar scent from his sister still lingered at the tip of his nose, but Grace Miller had already returned completely to his original goal—to find that jewelry store called Mithril.

Chapter 3 Kunpeng

A quiet piano melody flowed through the air like a gentle stream, and the hum of the air conditioner was amplified in such an environment.

This was a small room, not particularly spacious, with small shelves on all the walls. Some exquisite silver and black accessories were neatly displayed on them. On the left side of the room was a small counter, behind which a young shop assistant was leaning, yawning. Her face was fairly pretty, with light eyeshadow and foundation. The whole shop was filled with a fresh perfume fragrance.

“Clatter.” The beaded curtain at the entrance was suddenly pushed aside.

A tall, thin boy walked in. He was lanky and pale, with messy hair, still wearing the No. 3 High School uniform. On his feet was a pair of white sneakers, making him look a bit out of place. But judging from the boy’s calm and composed expression, he probably hadn’t noticed at all what kind of impact his appearance had on the shop assistant.