The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"I'll watch you finish eating."

"you are vicious."

Wiener stared intently at the dinner before him with a resolute expression.

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This is an extremely tough battle.

"Hiccup—are you satisfied now?"

Wiener finished off the last leaf of vegetable on his plate.

The feeling of fullness completely eliminated any thought that Vena would have of going out for a snack after Felix fell asleep.

“I knew Wiener could do it.”

Seeing that Venus had actually eaten it all, Felix finally returned to his usual self and grinned foolishly.

"Remember to get some rest early tonight," Felix said with concern.

"Anna sent you a message saying that she has collected a batch of the magical items you requested and asked you to go and take a look tomorrow when you have time."

“I remember you made an appointment with Lisette, saying that you would pick out the things together when they arrived, so I arranged to meet her at 9 a.m. for you.”

Even Viner's schedule for tomorrow was arranged perfectly by him.

“...No, what about my personal privacy?” Viner said, feeling offended.

“I didn’t see your message history with anyone else. I only asked Anna about it when I went to the store to exchange my thief’s knife and armor. She said you hadn’t replied to her messages.”

"If you think I did something wrong, once you recover, I'll... I'll let you do whatever you want with me."

As he spoke, Felix closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and stretched them out straight, making a gesture of admitting guilt and submitting to the law.

The look of utter helplessness on his face made Venus both angry and amused.

"So, we need to solve the problem of excessive magical energy in the body, right?"

“Vina, do you have a way?” Felix asked in surprise.

“No,” Wiener shook his head, “but you can think about it. Maybe you’ll figure it out after a good night’s sleep.”

“I believe Venere can definitely do it.” Felix’s confidence seemed to come from nowhere.

“Question first, then question again,” Wiener corrected Felix. “I’m not making any guarantees. These things aren’t just talk; they only count if you actually do them.”

So what are you planning to do first?

"Let's get into bed first."

"what?"

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As she said, Wiener kept her word and went back to bed right after dinner.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have no other intentions, Felix went back to his room to rest with peace of mind.

He played five games himself, and then played five games for Wiener.

Along the way, they also had to secretly use Anna's shop to change their equipment.

After all that, even Felix was feeling a bit tired.

After a quick wash, Felix, who had an excellent sleep quality, soon drifted off to sleep.

Unfortunately, Felix was unaware of this.

Going to bed doesn't mean you'll sleep.

Having slept almost the entire day, how could Viner, who was full of energy at the moment, possibly go to sleep obediently?

When the night was deep and quiet, Venere silently sat up in bed.

"I'm having a craving for exercise."

Chapter 158 Yin Iron

Fearing to wake Felix from his sleep, Venus tiptoed to the workshop and opened the music box engraved with a silencing magic circle.

This is a magical item he found at Anna's shop when he had free credits; it might be useful, but it might be completely useless.

While seemingly designed to play music, music boxes are actually used to create a sufficiently quiet environment.

It's hard to understand what the creator was thinking when making this prop.

Wiener's reason for buying this thing was simple.

Given the sound insulation of the walls in the Alchemy Institute dormitory, these issues are indeed not a concern when living in a single room.

But after sharing the same roof with Felix, there are times and things that still require some consideration.

Just like now.

If Felix knew that he wasn't getting proper rest and was secretly getting up in the middle of the night to work as a blacksmith, he would most likely be given physical sleep aids.

A 10-meter radius quiet zone is perfectly adequate within the workshop.

When I'm happy, I forge iron; when I'm unhappy, I swing a hammer.

For Wiener, forging had long transcended the realm of mere craftsmanship.

"Well..."

Wiener gazed at the two artifacts before him, resting his chin on his hand as he fell into deep thought.

One is the broken handle of the Juedao plank, and the other is the scabbard of the Zhuan Dao Dun.

Despite the intense battle, Felix still managed to bring back the remains of those two things.

Although both items had lost their value as weapons, Viner still felt uneasy about letting them gather dust.

We need to find a way to reuse them.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Viner, and he slapped his thigh as if he had just thought of something.

Wiener quickly picked up the broken hilt and scabbard, gripping the hilt tightly with one hand and supporting the scabbard with the other, trying to put the two back together.

The blade of the Zetsu-ga is wider than that of a regular katana, so normally it cannot be scabbarded with a slashing blade. But what if the blade is already missing?

"Click."

The hilt and scabbard fit together perfectly.

"It's still usable!"

Wiener smiled.

The missing blade can be reforged.

I forged a pair of swords for Felix yesterday; today I should forge one for myself.

Wiener turned and walked to his materials rack to select ore.

He immediately skipped the compartment filled with rare materials.

Because he had never used such good ore when he was in Lumiel Village.

Back then, even receiving a piece of corundum from a caravan was enough to make him happy for half a day; most of the time, he could only use the most ordinary iron ore.

"So it's you guys then."

Viner looked from top to bottom and finally pulled out a piece of unremarkable iron ore of mediocre quality from the bottom of the material shelf.

They are intended to be used as the main materials for reforging the sword blade.

The furnace is burning brightly, the anvil is ready to strike, and everything is prepared.

Wiener took a deep breath and raised the forging hammer.

"—"

Then came the rapid and rhythmic forging.

With the help of the silent music box, both the bellows blowing air and the hammer forging sound lost their original sound.

Wiener's movements were as humorous as a silent film.

This is a huge challenge for blacksmiths who rely on sound and tactile feedback.

In Wiener's mind, the crisp echo of metal striking metal, and the subtle changes of the ore gradually softening under the heat of the furnace, were all so clearly audible.

The broken sword was eventually reforged.

As Viner looked at the katana in his hand, now reborn, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

This katana, with its blade as black as a raven, is utterly unremarkable even when held in one's hand.

Due to limitations in materials, its performance is far inferior to the Lionheart and Day and Night that he recently forged.

But it was Wiener's favorite knife.

The process of rebuilding allowed him to rediscover his original aspirations after a long time.

Before becoming a herald, he was first and foremost a blacksmith.

Immersed in his self-pity, Wiener, of course, did not notice the door that had been quietly opened.

"—"

Felix, dressed in his pajamas and still somewhat drowsy, said something to Venus.

"—"

Seeing that Wiener did not react, Felix took a step and approached Wiener step by step.

Or perhaps it was a coincidence, but the silent music box's battery life ended the instant Felix's little hand reached for Venus's ear.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?!"

Felix's voice suddenly rose as he reprimanded Wiener, who should have been resting in bed, and his hand tightened instantly.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! I was wrong, please let go!" Vina, in pain, quickly begged for mercy.

The masterful demeanor he exuded while sweating profusely on the forging table vanished instantly.

It's more like a teenager who sneaks into premarital sex while his parents are away, only to be caught red-handed.

Felix released his grip, staring at Viner, waiting for an explanation.

Would you believe me if I said I actually just woke up too?

"What do you think?" Felix rolled his eyes at Vena, annoyed.

“I think so too. Goodnight?” Viner tried to muddy the waters.

"Stop!" Felix shouted, halting Viner, who was about to slip away. "Hand over what you have in your hands."

Vena wasn't an acrobat, after all, and didn't possess the skill of swallowing swords. Holding such a long knife, there was nowhere to hide it. Felix spotted her immediately.

"I got you a new pair, you should at least keep one for me too, right?"

Despite saying this, Wiener obediently handed the knife, scabbard and all, to Felix.

“This isn’t what I brought back… um?” Felix instinctively drew the knife from its sheath.

To minimize the noise, Wiener didn't even turn on the lights, so Felix didn't initially recognize that Wiener was holding a blunt scabbard for a cleaver.

But it's different when you hold it in your hand.

The familiar touch immediately reminded Felix of the two variant swords he had broken in the dungeon.

“Seeing that you couldn’t bear to throw them away, and even brought back the wreckage, I reforged the blades,” Venere explained. “It’s like giving those two swords a new life in another form.”

This clearly touched a soft spot deep within Felix's heart, making his tone soften: "...I'm worried that you'll hurt yourself again for the sake of forging."

“I guarantee this is all-natural, handcrafted, with no fresh blood added,” Venere immediately assured.

Given that Wiener's credibility in Felix's eyes has hit a new low, Felix has no intention of listening to his side of the story.

He drew his knife and held the blade to his nose, sniffing it.

Are you a puppy?

Felix's actions prompted Wiener to complain.