"What's that?"
Sean asked curiously.
"What are you referring to..."
Lillian did not realize what Sean was saying. She only realized it when she followed his gaze and saw the small object on the counter.
"Oh, Mr. Lennon, you meant that. My father found it at an antique market in another city when he was there on a business trip. It was said to be an antique, but it was only a fragment."
With that said, Lillian got up, walked over, and held the small object in front of Sean.
Sean took it with both hands and looked at it carefully.
It was a small sword.
It was called a small sword because it was really small. The hilt was only five centimeters long, and the broken blade was only about ten centimeters long. It was indeed exquisite.
It was a broken sword at the same time.
The sword was in poor condition—the hilt broken and the blade incomplete. However, you could vaguely tell its original appearance from the broken sword.
This ancient bronze sword was small but heavy.
Most importantly, Sean had a strange feeling when he held it.
"This sword..."
Before Sean could finish his sentence, Lillian smiled and said, "You can have it if you like it, Mr. Lennon."
Sean was indeed curious.
He had seen many weapons—long swords, short swords, thin swords, broadswords, and two-handed swords. He had seen various types of swords.
The ancient bronze sword was rustic. You could say it was ordinary.
However, the strange feeling still lingered.
"You're giving it to me? No way. I can't accept gifts from anyone."
Sean said earnestly.
"It's fine. It's nothing expensive. My father said he bought it for 100 Union dollars, and he brought back two pieces. He kept one and gave the other to a friend, so it's nothing important."
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