My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Blair leaned on his sword hilt, gazing at the distant sky.

A large bird soars freely in the sky, spreading its wings and roaming freely.

"Father."

He turned around and saw his only son, Benjamin.

In the blink of an eye, Benjamin has turned twenty-six, started a family, and has his own little family.

Fortunately, the son was quite diligent and meticulous in his work. Thanks to the efforts of the father and son, the Baptiste family remained His Majesty's court interior furnishings supplier.

Of course, this is just one of them.

Benjamin frowned, seemingly hesitant about something.

"What is it?" Blair walked to the side and wiped his longsword with a white cloth placed on the shelf.

He spent a considerable sum to buy this sword from a fallen nobleman.

He couldn't say whether he did it simply to improve his physical fitness or to fulfill his childhood dream of becoming a knight.

"It's about...my older brother..."

"You don't have any older brother!" Blair interrupted him decisively.

The atmosphere suddenly turned icy.

Benjamin pursed his lips and said resolutely, "Even if Father gets angry, I will still say it."

"My elder brother is in the capital now. His theater troupe puts on shows at the market every day, and tickets for every performance are in high demand. He has truly become an excellent playwright!"

Blair closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Let's go find our eldest brother! Wouldn't it be better for our family to be reunited, Father?" Benjamin looked at him intently.

“Listen to me, Benjamin,” Blair said. “I don’t care if that guy is a playwright or whatever now, he’s no longer a part of our lives.”

He opened his eyes and stared at the child.

"Do you understand?"

"Chairman!" A subordinate rushed in from the front yard. "An important guest has arrived!"

In the reception room, Wayne was looking around at the furnishings.

Blankets are everywhere, laid out, hung, and used as mats; just looking at them makes you feel hot and bothered.

I don't know if it was to give guests a more direct experience, but this is really going too far.

Before long, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, the head of Baptiste's family, arrived late.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the two young people.

"The arrival of this young master and lady at our guild is truly an honor to our humble abode!"

His manners were very impeccable, and he spoke very formally.

"Has the Baptiste family always been in the blanket business?" Wayne asked.

"Yes, my father started a small tapestry shop when he was young, and with the protection of the lords in the capital, it has grown step by step to what it is today." Blair subtly flattered the powerful and influential, while also implying that he himself had some connections.

"May I ask what the main raw materials are?"

"Uh...it's mainly wool and cotton."

Wool and cotton... huh...

In fact, Wayne had not studied these things. His knowledge of such things was limited to a coral fleece duvet cover he had bought on an online shopping platform in his previous life.

"Well then, I have a few things I'd like to ask you. Could you provide a few experienced people for a visit to the Duke of Wincher's residence another day? I'll arrange for a carriage to take them there."

Wayne said, "Money is not a problem."

After seeing Wayne and the other man off, Benjamin asked doubtfully, "Father, are we going?"

"I'm going," Blair said.

"Since it's an invitation from the Duke's mansion, it's good to make a connection, especially since they're offering a generous reward. You and old Joel can go together tomorrow."

……

Throughout the conversation, Eve remained silent, following behind Wayne.

Once back in the market, she asked, puzzled, "Wayne, didn't we want Mr. Pokran's family to take him back?"

"That should be their own choice," Wayne said. "All I can do is offer them a chance to meet by chance."

"However, we can put those aside for now. Next, we need to continue our investigation at several other major chambers of commerce."

Just now at the Bastite Chamber of Commerce, Wayne had them demonstrate several materials that can currently be customized.

To be honest, wool is the most suitable material, but Chris doesn't seem too keen on using animal fur.

However, in the current context, it is impossible to produce various soft and delicate chemical fibers as efficiently as in modern times.

No matter how I think about it, it does seem like a very difficult problem to solve. I hope that Chris and the minister will get good news.

It wasn't until evening that Wayne and Eve returned to Duke Winchester's mansion with a stack of documents containing various information, while the other members of the Handicraft Department were already waiting at home.

Prior to this, Chris asked her mother for permission to let her friends stay overnight at the Duke's mansion, under the pretext of hosting a dinner party for her classmates, and then go directly from home to the academy the next morning.

Ultimately, Ashville agreed to Chris's request on the condition that Chris achieve good grades in the midterm exams.

"We've managed to get help from several senior professors at headquarters," President Sophia reported, sharing her and Meimei's findings.

"One of the professors said that a material with similar properties had indeed appeared before, but it was brought by an adventurer."

"The exact origin is unknown, but he personally believes it is some kind of unknown plant that releases a soothing fragrance that makes people feel relaxed and happy when they are near it."

Chris looked at Wayne. "Wayne, what are the results on your end?"

Wayne placed the documents in his hand and a small bag containing some fabric samples on the table.

"They only have fairly standard fabrics, wool or cotton. The softness is decent, but it can't reach Chris's level—"

As he spoke, Wayne showed a conflicted expression.

"—Special and complex requirements."

If someone wants to touch it the moment they see it, and wants to hug it and sleep with it after touching it, wouldn't it cause a big problem even if it were done in the academy?

Involuntarily, a scene appeared in his mind: children of all grades rushing towards the giant doll like zombies, then sleeping on the floor while hugging its legs.

"Is that the only option? Or should we find a mage with sleeping magic to hypnotize them?"

"Wait a minute, this is practically cheating!" Wayne interrupted. "Besides, why are you so fixated on being able to fall asleep?"

"Otherwise, it wouldn't have any special value!"

Chris declared emphatically, "It has to be legendary so that its fame can spread throughout the capital! I want everyone to have an extremely deep impression of it, instead of just building it up and then tearing it down, which is meaningless except for wasting money."

"Otherwise... anyone can make a Bobbi like that, it's just a matter of how much material they use."