The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

But when compared to Wiener, Villefort was so angry that he wanted to exterminate his own.

He began to seriously consider Jessica's suggestion: whether the Alchemy Institute should add a psychology correction course.

The group, who had been discussing things enthusiastically, dared not cause any trouble when they saw that Villefort was in a bad mood.

He quickly lay down on the hospital bed, then covered his head with the blanket like an ostrich.

Clay could only curse him under his breath for being disloyal, then hurriedly brought over a stool and invited Villefort to sit down.

"Teacher, please calm down. Don't get upset and harm your health."

"Don't give me that. Do you even know where you went wrong this time?"

"The student knows that the student shouldn't—uh?"

Clay was about to speak when his mind suddenly went blank, as if something had been pulled out of his head.

"What did I do wrong...?"

Clay racked his brains and discovered that his memories from the later stages of the sword-forging competition had become hazy.

Wilford, however, keenly sensed Clay's unusual behavior and rebuked him sharply, "Your mistake was encouraging the sword-forging competition to turn into a barbecue."

"I've told you so many times to remember the forging process operating procedures, and you are absolutely not allowed to use forging tools as cooking tools, but you've all ignored me!"

"The Alchemy Institute, which makes a living by forging metals, has ended up with itself suffering from heavy metal poisoning. It's so embarrassing that people can't even tell anyone!"

Chapter 361 Wiener's Another Breakthrough

"finished!"

With the final helmet assembled, Wiener declared that the job was done.

Clay's sudden amnesia was not a deliberate act of feigning ignorance.

Rather, it was because the moment Venerer forged the Udvik Armor, the related memory fragments immediately disappeared from Clay's mind.

This forgetting is not a simple loss of memory, but rather a process of memory correction based on individual circumstances.

Villefort's timely intervention made Clay believe his previously vague memories without a doubt.

The last blueprint hanging in the sky burned more slowly than the others.

Suddenly, Viner had an idea and took Amra in his hand and made it into a sheath.

Seeing this, the tiny flame dared not delay, and with a "whoosh," it rose up, burning fiercely before a piece of paper drifted down.

"Three days later, at 221 Market Street."

Wiener softly read the words on the note, and as soon as he finished speaking, the note turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished without a trace.

The next moment, Jessica appeared in the workshop.

Jessica stared at the Udvik armor hanging on the scaffolding and murmured to herself, "It actually worked..."

She had thought that even if Viner succeeded on his last attempt after several failures, it would be anything but easy. But to her surprise, he had already finished making the armor in the blink of an eye.

To verify whether Venus remembered everything, Jessica pointed to the armor and asked him, "Do you remember how this thing came to be?"

"Please, everything in my workshop is definitely made by myself."

Viner turned to look at Jessica, as if asking her why she could ask such a stupid question.

"Is that so... then it seems we still couldn't escape the consequences."

Jessica didn't hold Vina's rudeness against her. Instead, as if she had made up her mind, she spoke up: "What if I told you that this armor is—"

"If you're asking about forging blueprints, those were obtained from Clay by my master, who used her beauty to trick him into handing them over."

Wiener added another sentence.

Jessica squinted and stared at Vina for a long time.

Originally, some small sacrifices were nothing in order to find out the truth.

Anyway, it's Felix who's losing face.

But then I thought about how Clay would later make a huge number of copies of this blueprint and even give it away as a prize for participating in a sword-forging competition.

Jessica was a little unhappy.

"This matter can be forgotten."

"I will never forget this."

"I told you to forget about this."

Jessica made a "don" shape with her forehead.

"Then I'll remember it even more."

Wiener always tailored his approach to the individual dishes served.

If the same thing happened to Felix, he would forget his embarrassing state within the time it takes to eat a meal.

But if it were Jessica, who values ​​her image, she wouldn't be able to get over it even if others didn't mention it.

The more of these little weaknesses, the better.

"You guy..."

"Let's get down to business first," Viner said, knowing when to stop.

"After the armor was forged, a message was left, agreeing to meet at 221 Market Street in three days."

"This is enough to confirm some of our previous guesses."

“The fact that they can arrive within three days to conduct the transaction means the other party isn’t far from the academy. As for the Market Street matter, you can ask Anna about it later,” Jessica suggested.

"Yes, I'll take care of that. But what I really wanted to ask was whether you could leave a mark on this armor?"

"Mark?"

"That's right, the other party definitely wouldn't dare to take the risk. The person sent to the academy to make contact is most likely just a pawn with limited intelligence."

"But in any case, this Udvik armor will eventually end up in the hands of the person behind it all. If we can leave a mark on it, it will be much easier to track them down."

Wiener shared his thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Jessica walked towards the Udvik armor, examined it carefully, and then concluded:

"This armor has a layer of anti-magic effect on its surface, which can resist ordinary magic. However, I can leave a mark inside its lining, so that instead of tracking, it can be teleported directly to the opponent's face and catch them off guard."

“That would be perfect.” Viner clapped her hands. “Take me with you then.”

"you..."

Jessica was just about to say that with your mediocre skills, you would only be a hindrance if you really encountered a demon apostle.

But after sensing the aura emanating from Vina, she was stunned.

"When did you break through to the fifth-tier Emblem Envoy?"

It's not the kind of explosive boost that relies on a single strike, but a genuine fifth-tier emblem user.

"Just now, after forging the Udvik Armor."

Wiener smiled confidently.

If warriors and mages can gain experience through combat and learning...

So, the way blacksmiths gain experience is naturally through forging iron.

Previously, Wiener himself didn't pay much attention to it.

In fact, every time he forges a piece of equipment of rank B or higher, the total amount of magic energy in his body increases.

The successful forging of the Admira and Udvik Armor, two A-rank equipment pieces, not only solidified his status as a Grandmaster Blacksmith but also helped him break through to the fifth-rank Emblem Envoy.

Viner is now terrifyingly strong.

"It's so-so... I guess it's about the same level I was at in first grade."

Jessica herself felt a little guilty saying this.

She was already a genius that the academy had only seen once in a century, but she only broke through to the fifth-order emblem master when she was about to enter her second year.

That kid, Viner, has caught up with me in just a short time since he enrolled.

Although the Alchemy Institute is generally characterized by high rank but weak skills, with all its time spent on forging and alchemy, its performance in actual combat is extremely poor.

A seventh-tier alchemy student being defeated by a fifth or sixth-tier emblem master with extensive combat experience is hardly considered an unpopularity.

However, the Viña who holds Gondorav does not have this problem at all.

If Felix was an anomaly in the Alchemy Institute...

But Vena's presence at the Arena felt perfectly natural.

"That's enough."

Wiener was content.

Weina knew perfectly well what it meant for Jessica to hold her nose and compare herself to her.

"I need to find an opportunity to teach Felix a lesson before he breaks through to the fifth rank," Viner thought to himself.

"But I still refuse."

Jessica poured cold water on Viner's breakthrough.

"why?"

"My teacher told me to protect your safety. Even though you are now a fifth-tier Emblem Envoy, it is still very dangerous to face the Demon Apostle."

Given the high probability of encountering demonic apostles, leaving Vener behind the academy is naturally the safest and most reliable solution.

"Tilisa also said that I would be in charge of this matter, and you are just responsible for cooperating."

"You've done enough to get this far. All that's left is to catch the mastermind. I can handle that."

Jessica believed she could easily subdue anyone below the level of the Demon, and even if she encountered the Demon, she could easily escape.

Bringing one more person means adding another layer of uncontrollable risk.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Viner gently shook her index finger, her tone resolute. “Since the other party can produce the blueprints for the Armor of Calamity and the Armor of Udvik, they might have other special equipment as well.”

"Only I can solve this problem."

Chapter 362 One hand delivers the map, the other hand delivers the goods.

Three days later, on Market Street.

"Hmph~"

After delivering the goods, Renalc pulled his cart, humming a little tune in a cheerful mood.

He was originally a villager from the village at the foot of the mountain, making a living by transporting vegetables and meat to the college.

It takes four hours to travel from the village to St. Freya Academy by the narrow path, so we have to set off before dawn.

There are many villagers like Renak in the village who take turns delivering supplies to the college according to the village chief's arrangements.

When he has free time, he goes to work on his own farm.

Although it was hard work, it was enough to support the family.

A month ago, Renalc met a well-dressed nobleman who wanted him to deliver something to the academy.

St. Freya College treats merchants with the principle of "strict entry and lenient exit".

Items that have not been inspected and reported are generally not allowed to be brought into the college; if discovered, it could result in losing one's job.

Renalc wanted to refuse this troublesome offer, but the other party was offering too much.

The price of twenty gold coins for one trip is equivalent to half a year's work for Renalc.

Moreover, all the other party asked him to bring in were a few thin sheets of paper, which didn't seem to pose much of a risk.

This was the second time he had delivered goods for that important person.