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"Is that why you dislike Fiona?"

"No, it's because after the Laurent family was disgraced, in order to wash away the humiliation, Fiona petitioned my father to kill my father, who had already been sentenced to death, in a duel... You can probably guess what happened after that."

"Oh my god..."

Herren had never known that Fiona had such a past... well, it wasn't exactly a past, judging from Jarvan's words, it seemed to have happened not long ago.

"I can understand Fiona. She upheld the honor of the nobility, and I admire her perseverance, but I also have a father..."

As a prince who idolizes his father, even if he approves of Fiona's choice, he still finds it psychologically difficult to accept.

Not only him, but many nobles also had a bad impression of Fiona and even the Laurent family. Some did so simply because of the broken engagement, some because of their good relationship with the Crownguard family, and others for the same reasons as Jarvan.

"Oh...an interesting story, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me?"

Herren's greatest strength is respecting the cultural traditions of various places, and "Herren is unaffected," which makes this story seem completely unrelated to Herren.

"Haha, let's talk about something that concerns you... Do you remember the price you offered?"

"Of course, how could I forget the price I set?"

In an effort to slightly reduce his workload, the price of the Herren Peak has been increasing day by day, and now it is almost astronomical.

Clutching handfuls of gold shield coins, Herren didn't know what to do with them.

"That's the problem. After that incident, many families cut ties with Laurent, and Laurent was originally a small family... I bet Fiona definitely can't afford it."

"oh."

"You don't care?"

Do I look like I'm really short of money?

"Okay... but I advise you not to discriminate, especially against such a controversial figure."

Jarvan's suggestion was quite reasonable. If Harren treated such a controversial person with special treatment, the noble connections that Harren had worked so hard to build might be greatly diminished.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear; Fiona arrived at the blacksmith's shop while the two were talking.

When Helen saw this controversial figure in person, she didn't have much of a reaction.

He was never able to empathize with the intricacies of these nobles, and Fiona's appearance at this moment was also quite different from what he remembered.

She is still very young, with a bit of baby fat on her face and long hair. However, her eyes are already quite sharp, but they don't have much of the confidence to look down on others. Instead, they are more of a cold mask for her inner turmoil.

"Good day, Your Highness; good day, Master."

Fiona clearly hadn't expected Jarvan to be there. She performed the proper aristocratic etiquette and spoke very briefly, without making any attempt to curry favor.

Instead of wearing the elegant gowns of a noblewoman, she wore a tight-fitting training uniform that accentuated her leopard-like physique.

However, this outfit is indeed somewhat indecent.

Her arrival was perfectly timed, or rather, Herren's schedule was very close, and Laurent's rapier had just been quenched and polished at that moment.

When Fiona received the brand-new rapier, her usually placid eyes finally lit up.

Her order stood out; she was the only one who only required practicality and not appearance, and the title of "Peerless Swordswoman" was worth Herren's effort to refine.

Therefore, this is a legitimate, top-quality 'Heron-made' weapon.

This immediately captured the heart of the sword fanatic; once she had the sword in her hands, she couldn't let go of it.

After a long while, she finally reacted, took a small box from her attendant, opened it in front of Herren, and poured it onto the table.

There were relatively few gold coins, mostly silver coins, and a few copper coins mixed in, making it look like a collection of mismatched coins.

The table was overflowing with food, leaving Herren unsure where to begin, but he didn't mind. He simply glanced at the food to the side and nodded.

"Well then, it'll be a pleasure working with you..."

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, Jarvan stopped Heron and looked at Fiona.

"Although I haven't counted them, I think there's definitely not enough."

Jarvan wasn't deliberately making things difficult for Fiona; he was more of a reminder to Herren.

However, Fiona was prepared.

"The rest are already prepared outside. Please come with me to check them."

"There's no need to go through all that trouble..."

Herren intended to refuse, but Fiona had already walked out the door, so Herren had no choice but to follow Jarvan out.

As soon as they stepped outside, their jaws dropped in astonishment.

Several horse-drawn carriages were parked outside the gate, carrying neatly stacked "miscellaneous items".

From expensive vases and sculptures to valuable daily necessities, everything was piled up on top.

This strange sight drew the attention of the other nobles who had come to collect their goods.

Fiona ignored her and walked forward, patting one of the carriages.

"Please forgive me for not having time to exchange these for currency; please check their value..."

"..."

Herren was a little confused. Knowing that Herren didn't know much about valuable items, Jarvan volunteered to step forward and assess their value.

Of course, this will definitely take some effort.

Herren also walked over, looked at the dazzling array of belongings, and picked up a pillow with a somewhat speechless expression.

"Wait... you brought this thing too?"

"This is Viscacia velvet. You can smell a strange fragrance when you sleep on it. It should be worth some money."

"Yeah?"

Herren held the pillow to his nose and smelled it. He didn't smell any velvet scent. Instead, the smell was... similar to what Fiona was wearing.

"Ahem... Because of the time crunch, I didn't have time to clean these things."

The problem is that Herren is too efficient. He placed the order yesterday and notified her to pick it up today, which meant that Fiona only had time to pack her belongings but not to clean them properly.

Fiona's eyes darted around, and she seemed somewhat nervous, afraid that this might diminish the value of these items.

Oh... Fiona Original? That's very valuable.

Helen seemed to remember something and laughed out loud, but the laughter stirred up a memory...

There were other nobles around, who already had grievances against the Laurent family. Seeing Fiona's disgraceful behavior, they naturally didn't hold back their ridicule.

"They've completely disgraced the Laurent family... But does their family even have any face left to lose?"

"Letting a woman run the household is the most foolish decision ever."

"Shh! Don't let that guy from the Crown Guard family hear us..."

Hearing the harsh words around her, Fiona, despite her mature nature, was still a passionate eighteen-year-old girl, and she had already gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, unable to restrain herself.

After a long while, she slowly released her hand, convincing herself to ignore those words.

It's all just fleeting... As long as I'm here, and as long as this sword is here, I will be able to restore the glory of my family sooner or later.

Fiona had made up her mind to rebuild her family through duels. She didn't think selling off her possessions was a humiliation. She needed a sword, a sword strong enough to support her through life.

At this point, Herren finally stopped Jarvan.

"Alright, Jarvan, stop wasting your time."

As he spoke, he carefully put the pillow back.

"Forging is my life, my passion. Charging is just a side effect. I have no intention of bankrupting anyone who takes my masterpiece..."