The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

After losing their hometown in Rogue Town, Yibensong and his wife Yibenmei had no relatives to go to other islands in the East China Sea. For people without a home or roots, the ending is often not very good.

After all, it was Altria who destroyed Rogue Town with one sword. Now she holds a high position in the navy. The refugees from Rogue Town boarded navy ships and successfully settled down in the Sabaody Archipelago.

This group of refugee islands can be easily swallowed up and integrated into various industries. Life will still be bearable. It is better than drifting in the first half of the Grand Line. It is good enough to have a place to settle down and live.

The Square Swordsman told the rumors about the knife seller, so the Navy visited and investigated Ipponmatsu and confirmed that he was just an ordinary businessman.

Handing over Yukizo and the Third Generation Kitetsu to Zoro was a personal impulse on Ipponmatsu's part. He liked to give the swords in his collection to swordsmen and take them to become famous on the sea.

Of course Yibenmei, the proprietress, would not agree to give away the store's treasure. The price of the knife was too cheap, it was almost like giving it away for free. For a while, Yibensong didn't even have the chance to go to bed and could only sleep on the floor by himself.

The owner, Yibenmei, invested most of the money in the reopened weapons store in the archipelago, and Yibensong borrowed the rest from the underworld to raise enough money to reopen the store. After paying the protection fee, there were rarely any hooligans who came to cause trouble.

Tianmu helped Yibensong to do a free advertisement. There were always customers who came to him and asked him if he was the legendary knife seller. Yibensong always denied it directly.

With a constant flow of customers, the weapons shop's business is getting better and better. The underworld loan has been paid off, and Yippamatsu is now living a very comfortable life. He sits in the store every day, watching people coming and going, and sells a lot of weapons.

Occasionally he would go to the underworld craftsman to buy goods, but at other times he was too lazy to go out, looking after the store, entertaining customers, and reading newspapers. He thought he could live like this for the rest of his life, until the real knife seller found him...

Tashigi and Erza were searching for treasure among the pile of swords. Most people had no interest in this. Only small pirates were interested in buying ordinary items below the sharp sword. They bought cheap knives as decorations. Incompetent pirates might as well pool their money to buy muskets.

"Is it really that there is none? Mr. Ippomatsu really has no stock?"

Tashigi was rummaging through the pile of swords, not afraid of having her fingers cut by the blades. Erza was always reminding her subordinates to pay attention to safety, as there were many rusty blades in the pile of swords.

Erza had given up hope and turned to look at the reclining chair of the weapon shop owner, but she didn't know that Ipponmatsu was also observing her. The old and the young looked at each other, and something indescribable flowed in their eyes.

"Found it! Erza, I found it!"

Tashigi had some kind of luck that allowed her to pick out a good sword from a pile of junk swords.

The handle was ordinary, without any gorgeous decorations, and even had some signs of wear, as if telling its past story. However, under the sunlight, the blade glowed with a strange red light, which made Tashigi couldn't help but get goose bumps.

Because Dashiqi's voice was too loud and she was too excited, she attracted the attention of other customers in the store. Any discerning customer could tell at a glance that the knife in her hand was no ordinary item. The casting craftsmanship alone was no less than that of a good knife.

Feeling the rapid breathing of the customers around her, Tashigi thought something was wrong and quickly handed the famous sword in her hand to Erza, "Try to hold it and see if it fits your hand. I decided to buy it for you as an apology."

Erza just thought that Tashigi was too polite. She bought a good sword just because she asked to buy it. Little did she know that Tashigi was very rich. Although she said she was bankrupt, she had an expensive hobby of collecting famous swords, which was beyond the financial resources of an ordinary navy.

Holding the knife well and moving the wrist, the blade comes into contact with the sunlight, and the red light is noticed by more customers. A cool feeling is transmitted from the palm of the hand into the brain.

Erza knew that the sword in her hand was not an ordinary one. Would the owner of the weapon shop really bear the pain of parting with it? For such a small shop, a famous sword was the treasure of the shop. If she couldn't buy it with money, it would be against the justice in her heart to use the power of the navy to pressure others.

"It's you again, a female navy girl. I threw this magic sword among the pile of swords for a long time, and you are the only one with the eyesight to find it out from among them." Ippomatsu stood up from the recliner and waved to the two female navy girls to come closer and talk.

Erza placed the demon sword respectfully in front of Ipponmatsu. Tashigi was eager to try it out behind her, her face full of curiosity. There was actually a demon sword that this expert in popular science about famous swords didn't know about!

"Boss, I have never heard of this sword in the sword manual. It seems that the handle was not cast in recent years. What is the name of this magic sword? Is there any story behind it?"

The customers in the store all chose to shut their mouths and prick up their ears waiting for the boss's answer. Ippomatsu held the demon sword in his hand with a serious expression, stroking the blade as if he were caressing a lover. It was obvious that he was a man with a story.

"The Demon Sword Hongying, it is said that the previous owners were all women, but unfortunately they all ended up not well. It eventually came into my hands, and it is a great sword, it is indeed a good sword," Yippamatsu said, touching his hair a little irritably. The Demon Sword was discovered by a customer, should he buy it or not?

"Excuse me, Mr. Boss, this is the first time I've heard of the term 'Da Ye Wu'. Is this another criterion for judging knives? Please elaborate."

A beautiful and unique woman came into the store at this time. She had long, shiny black hair, and the ends of her bangs in front of her hair were dyed a mysterious purple, which added a unique charm to her.

Her purple pupils are like the deep starry sky, often flashing with wisdom and gentleness. She always wears an exquisite butterfly hair accessory behind her hair, which is her iconic attire.

The customer in the store was attracted by the woman's voice and beauty. After a moment of stunned silence, he couldn't help but be shocked and recognized the identity of the female swordsman. It was Shinobu Kocho, one of the three beauties of Butterfly and the strongest one.

The arrival of a new pirate supernova is a great honor for the small Ipponmatsu shop. Unfortunately, the old man did not recognize Shinobu Kocho at the first time and answer the pirate's questions.

The Daiyebō mentioned earlier is an ancient sword rating, a concept from the old times. After entering the pirate era, this evaluation standard gradually became unknown as all the old craftsmen died.

The twelve levels of the supreme great sword correspond to the best great yewu, the twenty-one levels of the great sword correspond to the great yewu, the fifty levels of the good sword correspond to the good yewu, and the worst sword is called a yewu. Zoro's demon sword Sandaime Kitetsu belongs to a yewu, and swords below a yewu are too bad to even take a look at.

The demon sword Hongying belongs to the level of the twenty-one great swords. This kind of famous sword is hard to come by. In the eyes of customers, it is completely out of stock. It is rarely circulated normally on the sea and is in the hands of famous swordsmen.

Dashiqi felt that the customers around her were very jealous, and even her breathing became rapid. She knew that it would not be easy to buy Hongying today.