"Nice knife!"
Rhys Blackwood had somehow ended up standing behind her, his dark eyes flashing with light. "It's ten times sharper than a bone knife."
Crimson mischievously climbed onto his wrist, noticing the gleaming kitchen knife in his father's hand, wanting to try it out with his tail.
"Nonsense."
Rhys swiftly pinched Crimson at the vital spot, and the little snake puffed out its tongue in grievance.
Luna Sutton couldn't help but laugh, gently tapping the snake's head with her fingertip, "Silly snake, this knife is very sharp—it could cut your tail and make it bleed."
Malachi Arcanus picked up a large iron shovel, weighing it in his hand, "This thing's good for digging soil. We only had one from Luna before, but now we don't have to fight over it."
Kian Sterling's gaze fell on the twenty hoes, the iron tools glinting with a cold, bluish light in the sunlight.
