The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

“Well done,” Wiener praised.

"Hehe." Felix grinned smugly after receiving the compliment. "By the way, is there anything else I can help you with?"

Wiener considered what was left to do, and found that there were two things that were most urgent.

One task was to forge weapons for Jessica, and the other was to create a batch of rusted suit samples to negotiate a deal with Anna.

No one else could help with these two things; Viner had to do them himself.

"No, not for now. You can rest now."

“Okay,” Felix agreed, righting the overturned cot and putting it back in place.

He then gently untied the shoelaces, and the boots slid off his delicate ankles, landing on the ground with two crisp "tap-tap" sounds.

Her long, shapely legs were encased in a pair of shiny black footed socks, and the exposed soles revealed glimpses of her snow-white skin.

Felix sat on the cot with his arms wrapped around his knees, occasionally massaging his legs to relieve the soreness, his head tilted slightly as he looked at Venus's position.

"What are you doing?" Viner's gaze met Felix's.

“Take a break,” Felix said matter-of-factly.

"Wouldn't it be better to go back to your own dormitory and rest?" Viner kindly advised.

“I won’t be able to sleep if I go back so early. Watching you forge is a form of rest too!” Felix said shamelessly.

"...Whatever you say." Venere had no choice but to agree.

As long as it doesn't affect the forging process, Viner doesn't care if there's one more or one less Felix beside him. Anyway, he can't figure out what's going on with that guy.

Wiener selected seven or eight kinds of precious minerals obtained from the cave from the stack of materials.

They are either deep blue, or have a golden sheen, and some even have a light green hue.

Even so, he still felt it was not enough, so he took out the Alga metal that he had treasured in the box.

The fact that a work ultimately becomes a collectible is something even the creator cannot control.

However, at the very beginning of the forging process, the craftsmen poured their hearts and souls into meticulous crafting, just so that the work in their hands could be worthy of its future owner.

Only by firmly holding this expectation in our hearts can we resonate with the Creator.

Viner had only witnessed a fraction of Jessica's strength. Yet, even these mere clues were enough for Viner to realize that to match her, one would need at least a B-class weapon.

Just want a collectible?

He was determined to forge a weapon that Jessica could use as a trump card to deliver a resounding slap in the face.

Wiener placed the ore into the furnace one by one, and the fire instantly became even more intense.

The forging furnace, with its sparks flying, was not only melting metal, but also infusing Wiener's emotions, expectations, and beliefs into this masterpiece.

The ore gradually melted under high temperature, forming several clumps of hot liquid.

Wiener skillfully controlled the furnace fire, keeping the temperature within the optimal range to ensure the ore could be fully fused.

After the Alga metal was added, the furnace temperature had reached its maximum.

"呲-"

The liquid metal gradually cooled and solidified in the mold, forming a long sword that was beginning to take shape.

"when!"

The sounds of hammering and grinding wheels filled the air as the longsword gradually revealed its true form in Viner's hands.

The sword is only two fingers wide, long and straight, presenting an elegant streamlined design.

The surface of the sword has been finely polished, giving it a silvery-white luster and a smooth, mirror-like finish.

Jessica's requirement was that the sword could transmit both battle aura and magic power. An overly wide blade would be a hindrance, so Vena was forging it according to the design of a rapier.

This might satisfy Jessica's demands, but it wouldn't satisfy Viner herself.

Wiener lifted the sword with his left hand and gently applied force to the hilt with his right.

A deep red bloodstain instantly appeared on his palm.

Chapter 87 The Heart of the Lion King

Wiener gripped the spine of the sword tightly with his bleeding left hand, letting the rapier draw blood from his wounds.

As the blood seeped in, the longsword suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, brighter than the lights in the workshop.

The originally simple and unremarkable round handguard miraculously transformed into the head of a lion, with its open mouth perfectly integrated with the hilt, forming a unique sword guard.

The sides of the sword were covered with fine lines and patterns that shimmered with a mysterious light, which then disappeared as the sword moved.

"Drip." Blood slowly dripped down the sharp tip of the sword.

"Vina!"

Felix jumped out of his cot without even putting on his shoes.

He ran to Vina in a few steps, pulled a white handkerchief from under his clothes, and immediately bandaged Vina's still bleeding left hand.

"Why did you suddenly cut yourself like that?!" Felix scolded.

Wiener's act of self-harm without warning frightened him greatly.

Felix skillfully tore the handkerchief into strips, wrapped it around the wound three times, and finally tied a bow at the seam.

"I'm fine. This is just a special forging technique that belongs to me. The blunt blade was also forged in this way."

Seeing Felix's nervousness, Wiener had no choice but to explain to reassure him.

"It's part of my crest ability. Since my crest awakened, I've discovered that incorporating my bodily fluids into the forging process can greatly improve the quality of weapons."

In fact, Viner could have done it before he awakened, but he should keep that to himself and blame the rest of the time on Gondorav.

"Is the Absolute Blade Scraper also one?" Felix couldn't help but ask.

“Yes.” Wiener nodded.

If it weren't for the use of spirit-awakening techniques, how could the characteristic of absolute sturdiness possibly appear on a C-rank weapon?

"Could it be like this every time?" Felix frowned even more deeply.

"...Do I look like I have that much blood to bleed?" Vena said irritably.

Those who are not qualified to bear the power of the awakened weapon will not react even if they are soaked in a pool of blood formed from the blood of Venus.

“It’s not like Viner is incapable of doing something like this.” Felix, unusually, wasn’t fooled.

"Well, I have indeed conducted similar experiments before. I won't repeat the same mistake, so you can rest assured."

No matter how much Wiener tried to comfort him, Felix's expression didn't improve.

“If all the weapons that Vener makes are made this way, then I’d rather not use them.” Felix said with a resolute look in his eyes.

The thought that his weapon was stained with Vena's blood weighed heavily on Felix's heart.

"You can't say that. If it weren't for your help, I might have ended up with some injuries if I went to the dungeon."

"You use my weapons to help me; it's a mutual assistance relationship. There's no reason why you can sweat but I can't bleed."

“If you really don’t want them, I’ll just give them all to someone else,” Viner said deliberately.

"No!" Felix said hastily.

Even though she knew that Wiener was spouting nonsense, she still got caught up in his charade out of concern.

"Don't worry, not everyone is qualified to use the weapons I painstakingly crafted."

In other words, Felix is ​​a special being to Venus. That's why Venus spared no expense in forging better equipment for him.

“...I will keep your secret,” Felix promised.

What many craftsmen struggle to overcome in their entire lives, Wiener could cross with just a few drops of blood.

If this gets out, who knows what kind of uproar it will cause.

"I believe you."

Viner had no doubt about this, otherwise he could have waited for Felix to leave before activating the weapon.

"So what's this sword called? Can I take a look?" After realizing that Venus didn't need to worry, Felix's attention turned to the new sword.

“This sword? It’s called Lionheart.” Venere freed his hand from the hilt and handed it to Felix.

"The Heart of the Lion King:"

Weapon type: Sword

Weapon Grade: B

Usage restrictions: Swordsmanship level B, Spellcasting level C

characteristic:

Undying Steel: The Lionheart is crafted from a special shape-memory alloy, giving it an almost eternal life. Whether broken or shattered, it can be repaired.

Reinhardt: A rapier bearing the name of the Lion King, possessing extraordinary spirituality. It can perform certain activities even when separated from its user.

Lionheart Transformation: Allows the user to switch between three forms: sword, chain, and steel lion, according to their will.

Dual Resonance: The Lion King's Heart possesses exceptional conductivity for both martial energy and magic. Whether infused with magic or martial energy, it can be perfectly absorbed and transformed. Furthermore, depending on the proportion of martial energy and magic applied, it can produce drastically different effects.

Just as Felix reached out to take it, the Lionheart seemed to possess some kind of self-awareness. It trembled slightly in the air and then, with a "snap," gently flicked Felix's hand away.

Felix, unconvinced, snatched it away.

With prior preparations in place, the Lionheart could no longer escape Felix's clutches.

But some things are best known only to the people involved.

Felix held the sword for only a moment before deflated and returned it to Vina.

"I can't use this sword."

Wiener thought to himself, "If you can use that, that's incredible! If you can reach the advanced level of swordsmanship in your first year of school, you'll naturally advance to Sword Saint next year."

Even if I see that you, Felix, have the potential to become a sword saint in the future, at least leave some room for the other students to survive now, okay?

This sword was made for Jessica. Facing this senior with unfathomable strength, Venere couldn't be bothered to embarrass herself by using such a detrimental feature as reduced usage requirements.

The B-rank magic sword, requiring both magic and physical attributes, is arguably the most demanding weapon that Vener had ever crafted with all her might.

Even if Wiener couldn't use even a tenth of the dullness of the cleaver, he could still use it to cut vegetables and whittle wood.

However, this Lionheart is different. If he dares to have the slightest thought of underestimating or misusing it, the Lionheart will probably really jump up and bite him.

Being allowed to hold it and look at it was already a great favor to Gondoraf.

Whether Jessica herself can meet the requirements is beyond Weiner's consideration.

Anyway, everything was done according to her requirements. If it really couldn't be used, all Vina could do was spread her hands and say, "If you're bad, you'll have to practice more."

Despite saying he couldn't use it, his eyes never left the Lionheart, and even the newly acquired Cleaver seemed less appealing.

Aside from its sharpness, the Lionheart is indeed a Spirit-Enlightened weapon that surpasses the dull blade in every sense.

It was Felix's greedy and unambitious attitude that made Vina laugh.

"I'll get you a usable one next time," Viner comforted her.

Chapter 88 Two Little Foxes

Inside the shops on Xueyuan Market Street.

"You said two days, and you really did. You're so punctual, Venere."

"I don't mind waiting a day or two longer, but if you're coming next time, could you please come before the shop closes?" Anna said with a hint of helplessness.

Being assigned extra work just before the end of the workday, forcing you to work overtime, is a pain that every working person can probably relate to.

Although she wasn't very tactful with her words, Anna still made Venus a cup of tea when the client came to her door.

“Don’t say that. I’m doing this for our common good.” Viner placed a cloth bag in front of Anna. “This is what I’ve accomplished these past two days.”

He noticed a pattern. Whenever it was past closing time, even if the meeting was at the store, Anna would tend to take the stance of a student.