The broken sword can be reforged.
But a wooden sword, impossible.
Yet, the sword in Iwan Martinez's hand really slowly grew.
Just like a tree budding new leaves, becoming a complete wooden sword.
However, the new part was completely different from before.
It looked quite fresh.
The remaining half was very old.
Like it was made from wood used for countless years.
Pushing open the door, Iwan Martinez picked up a wine jar and walked downstairs.
And upstairs, Julius Reed saw this scene and lay on the bed, preparing to take a good rest.
He understood Iwan Martinez's ability.
The Church couldn't possibly send a bishop-level figure to such a place.
Even at his peak, Iwan Martinez could kill a bishop, now even if injured, dealing with some small fry posed no challenge.
Sure enough.
Little Yellow Hair hadn't been dead for long.
A group quickly gathered at the tavern entrance.
The boss lady forcibly locked Wolong and Fengchu in the room.
