The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"what?"

Felix stared at the broken dagger in his hand, completely unprepared for this outcome.

"Wait for me to get another one to try."

With that, Felix turned and ran toward his room.

"Come back? You really want to destroy it?"

Knowing what kind of creatures were inside, Viner quickly called for a stop.

"I just wanted to test how hard it really is," Felix said, scratching his head with an embarrassed smile.

“This wood is called Purple Sandalwood, the hardest wood in nature. Even ordinary steel may not be as strong as it,” Viner explained. “In addition, due to the mutations caused by the special environment of the dungeon, its quality is even better.”

The purple sandalwood that can remain immortal for hundreds of years around the Gluttonous Demon is unique on the entire continent.

"If you just go in head-on like that, it's no wonder you're going to break."

As she spoke, Viña gently raised the purple sandalwood in her hand, its deep color shimmering in the light.

The spot where Felix slashed fiercely with his longsword was left without even the slightest mark.

This is still the unfinished version.

Once Wiener finishes processing it completely, it will become a sharp weapon with a hardness no less than that of a blunt cleaver.

"So this is for me?"

Felix paid no attention to anything Wiener was saying.

He only cared whether the weapon made of purple sandalwood was prepared for him.

It looks like it's about to have a real tail wagging behind it.

"I have other plans for Rikka."

Wiener's statement was almost explicit.

"Great!" Felix jumped up excitedly, then grabbed the list on the table and ran out the door.

"I'll go to Anna's place first and buy what you need. Wait for me!"

Wiener watched Felix leave, shook her head helplessly, and then continued with her work.

Scraping off the outer bark is only the first step in processing purple sandalwood.

Although it has high corrosion resistance and stable properties, long-term weathering has still caused some impact.

Wiener only took the most essential part.

......

An hour passed.

"Phew, this was quite tiring."

Viner put down the purple sandalwood in his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This purple sandalwood is extremely hard, but it still can't withstand the slow cutting with a knife.

After half an hour of careful cutting, the weathering and damage on this piece of purple sandalwood gradually faded away, revealing a subtle, warm luster.

Wiener shook off the sawdust from his body, got up from his seat, and retrieved several other tools.

Charcoal pencils for marking, saw blades made of corundum, and plenty of sandpaper.

With a few simple strokes of charcoal, Wiener sketched the sword-shaped outline vividly on the wood.

He then placed the entire piece of rosewood on the workbench, clamped it in place, and then picked up the handsaw.

"Creak, creak—"

Despite the corundum saw blade making a piercing screeching sound as it rubbed against the wood, Wiener remained unmoved.

This time, it took Wiener an hour and a half to process the purple sandalwood into the shape of a sword.

This sandalwood is even harder than Vina had imagined; she's already had to replace two saw blades.

Wiener put down the handsaw, his wrists trembling slightly from the prolonged tension.

He got up, walked to the kettle next to him, picked up the water glass, and gulped it down.

Take a break and relax your wrists while you drink some water.

After quenching his thirst, Viña saw that there was still a little water left in the cup, so he put it in his mouth and sprayed it onto the surface of the purple sandalwood with a "pfft".

Water droplets fell like a drizzle onto the sandalwood surface, washing away the wood chips.

After completing the hand movements, Viner removed the sword-shaped sandalwood from the clamp.

Holding a sword in one hand and sandpaper in the other, he carefully polishes it.

As the friction continues, the grain of the sandalwood becomes clearly visible, revealing a subtle purplish-brown luster without the need for varnish.

It is sharpened on both sides, and the cut surface is as clear as a bronze mirror.

Wiener tossed the empty sandpaper into the air, then twisted his wrist to place the wooden sword horizontally over the spot where the sandpaper had landed.

The sandpaper drifted slowly through the air, brushing past the edge of the wooden sword and instantly splitting in two.

At this point, the purple sandalwood sword can be considered a weapon.

However, Wiener was not satisfied.

He bit his finger, smeared the blood along the blade, and the blood seeped into the wood grain, giving the entire wooden sword a black sheen.

Immediately afterwards, Gundalaf transmitted the information after the spiritual awakening into Vener's mind.

"The Blade of the Night Sky..." Vena murmured, looking at the sword in her hand.

Chapter 255 Felix and the Quartz Crystal

It is now late autumn, and it gets dark very early.

As Felix finished the task assigned by Wiener and embarked on his journey home with his belongings, the last rays of the setting sun faded away.

"I'm back! Anna told me to tell you to let her know in advance if you need this much stuff next time, otherwise she won't be able to make it."

"Vina, you must be hungry. Why don't you eat something before we continue?"

Felix pushed open the door, only to find the room completely dark.

"Strange, where is everyone? Why aren't the lights on?"

Felix unwrapped his clothes piece by piece, when he suddenly saw a flash of light.

"Wow!"

Startled, Felix frantically turned on the magic lamp in the workshop, only to see Venere walking towards him with a black sword in her hand.

"Snapped."

Felix turned the lights off again.

This time he finally saw clearly that it was the starlight from outside the window reflecting off the black sword.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Now it's Venere's turn to turn on the lights.

"I haven't even asked you yet! You're home, so why aren't the lights on? Are you trying to scare me?!"

Felix complained.

"you guess."

Vena smiled slightly and tossed the black sword in her hand to Felix.

Felix, who had already set his sights on the black sword in Venus's hand, had his eyes light up and snatched the sword into his hand with a "whoosh".

"Is this the sword you forged from purple sandalwood?" Felix asked.

Despite being made of wood, the sword felt surprisingly heavy in my hand.

Felix swung it a few times, quite satisfied with its feel.

"That's right, you can call it the Blade of the Night Sky."

Wiener immediately found the lunchbox among the bags and placed it on the table.

Then he picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks made from scraps of purple sandalwood from the workbench and began to wolf down the food.

He was required to eat a light diet during his hospital stay, which made him very hungry. In addition, he spent several hours forging knives, which was exactly when he needed to replenish his strength.

On the other side, Felix was playing with the Night Sky Blade with great affection, his eyes constantly shining.

However, he soon realized that this sword was different from others.

"By the way, Vena, this sword seems a bit too short, doesn't it?"

The Night Sky Sword is only 1.1 meters long, which is slightly shorter than the mainstream one-handed straight sword.

While the length of the raw material itself may have an impact, if Wiener wanted to, there would certainly be other ways to remedy the situation.

“Yes, I made it specifically to this size.” Vena swallowed the food in her mouth, picked up her chopsticks and replied, “I see that Day and Night are almost over, so I’m going to make you a new pair of weapons.”

"So that means there's still one left!?" Felix understood the implication.

Felix would have been content with just having a new weapon, and upon hearing the news, he was practically jumping for joy.

"...At least wait until I finish eating, okay?" Vena looked at Felix, who had suddenly rushed up to her with an eager look in his eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle.

“Take your time eating, I’m not in a hurry, not at all,” Felix said, though his words didn’t match his true feelings.

He said to slow down, but his eyes were clearly filled with urgency.

“You really are—” Viner shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile playing on his lips, then pointed to the pile of materials that hadn’t been completely put away yet, “Did you see that glowing crystal quartz?”

"I saw it, I saw it."

Upon hearing Wiener's identification, Felix darted to the quartz and carefully cupped it in his hands. "And then?"

“Clean it thoroughly, then purify it using the method I taught you before. I will use this quartz to forge another sword,” Venere instructed. “Remember to make sure it’s very clean.”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Felix held the quartz in one hand and saluted Wiener with the other.

Compared to just waiting on the sidelines, even making a small effort gives him a great sense of participation.

Although joining the Alchemy Institute was an accident, Felix learned a lot under the tutelage of Venere.

Felix first found a large vat, filled it with water to the height of the crystal quartz, and then began to stir it with a wooden stick.

After stirring for a few minutes, take out the filter screen, scoop up all the sand-like floating matter on the surface, and change the water in the tank.

Next, Felix brought over a jar labeled "Danger, Do Not Spray, Handle with Care".

He carefully opened the sealed lid of the jar and poured nearly half of it into the container.

The water inside the tank began to churn rapidly, with large amounts of bubbles constantly rising to the surface, accompanied by a hissing sound.

The once clear water gradually turned dark brown and emitted an unpleasant odor.

"Well..."

Felix covered his nose with one hand and waved the other hand rapidly, as if that would make him unable to smell the unpleasant odor.

He was about to turn around and ask Wiener why the quartz smelled so bad when he found that Wiener had already taken the bowl and disappeared far away.

It was clearly something that had been anticipated.

"Humph!"

You want me to ask? Fine, I won't. That's what Felix thought.

Then, with a quick turn, he took off his coat and waved it vigorously like a giant flag, soon dispelling the smell.

Felix's lips curled up slightly, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

Then, more water was poured in to dilute the strong acid liquid in the tank.

Once no more bubbles could be seen on the surface of the water, Felix used a strainer to drain the quartz from the tank and remove it from the tank.