The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"Stall number 221 on Market Street... uh?"

Renalc examined the note clutched tightly in his hand, filled with detailed instructions from his employer, to make sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

Unexpectedly, such a stall, hidden in a corner and almost forgotten, was also snatched up by someone.

Renak searched through the notes but couldn't find any instructions on how to handle such emergencies, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Young man, what are you selling at your stall?"

"Oh, I'm not here to sell anything."

The other party appeared very calm and indifferent.

"So you've come here...?"

"I'm just someone who drinks tea."

Venere sat cross-legged on the carpet, with a small table in front of him, leisurely pouring himself tea.

"...Um, since you're not selling anything and just drinking tea, could you do me a favor—"

Seeing that the other party looked like a student, Renak knew that the other party was a noble herald, so he had no choice but to reason with him politely.

Would you like a drink too?

As if by magic, Venere's hand produced another teacup instantly, which he gently placed aside.

“No need,” Renalc quickly waved his hand, a hint of embarrassment on his face. “I actually wanted to invite you to move to another place for tea.”

“Oh? Where do you want me to move to?” Viner raised an eyebrow.

Renak looked around, and all he could see were empty stalls. "Anywhere is fine, as long as it's not here."

"So you've got your eye on this auspicious land of mine?"

"Yes, yes, so could you please do me this favor?"

“That won’t do,” Viner shook her head. “If I move, how will I wait for you? Did you bring the things?”

Please wait a moment!

Renak was momentarily stunned, and hadn't quite reacted yet.

I always felt that he should be the one asking this question.

He turned his back, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, read it carefully again, and then turned back to speak:

"Ahem, let me confirm, you are the blacksmith who forged the Udvik armor, right?"

"That's right, so where is what you brought?"

"Well, the master instructed that the item can only be given to you after the Udvik Armor is worn."

“What a hassle.” Viner sighed softly, then with a wave of her hand, a uniquely designed suit of armor appeared on the carpet. “Do I need to confirm it again?”

“Of course, please wait a moment.” Renak nodded quickly, and at the same time took out a sealed scroll from his pocket and carefully tore it open.

Wiener recognized it as the lowest grade of authentication scroll.

An appraisal scroll of this quality, when used on high-level equipment like Rank A, would probably only be able to identify the name.

"It really is the Udvik Armor."

Seeing that everything was correct, Renak finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then took out a bamboo tube from his pocket.

"This is what the master instructed me to give you," he said respectfully, presenting it to you.

"Ah."

Viner allowed Renak to cover the Udvik armor with a black cloth, pack it up, and load it onto the cart. He himself slowly opened the bamboo tube.

Unexpectedly, this time they didn't give us mass production blueprints, but rather a precious parchment scroll.

Wiener unfolded only a small portion of the parchment scroll, glimpsed the words "Congyunya" on the title, and quickly rolled it up and stuffed it back in, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

“This time the items are a little different,” Vena said.

Renak nodded slightly and explained, "The master said this will be the last transaction. Consider this unique blueprint a gift from the master to you."

After saying a brief goodbye to Viner, Renalc pushed his cart and disappeared from sight.

"This guy is just an ordinary person."

Jessica appeared gracefully, deftly picked up the empty teacup on the table, and very consciously poured herself a cup of fragrant tea.

He was neither a herald nor had he condensed any magic or battle aura; the calluses on his hands were merely marks left by labor.

"Of course I know he's an ordinary person. It's not like it's a special day like the Griffin War. How could he possibly sneak into the academy so easily?"

Wiener then picked up the teapot and gently shook it, only to find that Jessica had already poured out the last bit of tea.

"Ha, then why are you so nervous? Sometimes I really can't tell if you're being cautious or reckless."

Knowing full well that they might encounter demonic apostles, they still went in without hesitation.

Even though they knew the other party wouldn't dare to show up openly within the academy, they still remembered to call on him as a backup plan.

Jessica took a sip of tea, her brow furrowing slightly. "...We both got the tea leaves from Anna, so why does your tea seem better?"

"Is it possible that you have something to drink, but I don't?"

With a gentle wave of his hand, the table and tea set were instantly stored in his ring.

"I've been sitting here with you all morning, is it too much to ask for a cup of tea?"

"Is that one cup? You've been drinking it all morning."

The note only said three days later, without specifying the exact time, so Wiener had no choice but to come early and wait.

He used the illusion of a mirage to help Jessica conceal herself in the shadows, while he himself pretended to be a profound scholar, enjoying tea here.

Unsure when the other party would arrive, Viña dared not drink too much.

But Jessica didn't have to worry about that at all, drinking one glass after another.

There are already four empty teapots like this in the Venus Ring, three and a half of which have ended up in Jessica's stomach.

Don't assume that just because she went to the toilet and then teleported back, Viner wouldn't notice.

"I just saw you open that bamboo tube. What's inside?" Jessica asked curiously.

"Not a good thing."

Wiener seemed unwilling to elaborate.

If the Armor of Calamity became a cursed item because it was modified, then...

From the very beginning, that cluster of cloud-toothed blades was a demonic sword filled with curses and despair.

Giving away such blueprints clearly indicates ill intentions.

If Arios were to use blueprints like "Red Rose of Exorcism," which he himself didn't need, to exchange for necessary supplies, then Viña could understand.

But the blueprints for such a dangerous weapon as "Congyunya" wouldn't just be thrown away carelessly even if someone was drunk, right?

If this demonic sword were to appear in the world, its harm would be no less than that of a demon.

"If this thing also leaked from Arios, I'll kick his ass hard."

Chapter 363 The Apostle of the Sword Demon

"It's just a blueprint, is it really that serious?"

Jessica thought Vina was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"After seeing the state of the Alchemy Institute, do you still think that way?" Viner retorted.

He could more or less guess what the person behind the scenes meant.

Since the Udvik armor could be forged using blueprints lacking detail, perhaps the original Murakumo Fang blueprints could be used to create this weapon.

This will inevitably cause a bloodbath.

Even knowing this, few blacksmiths could resist trying it after seeing the blueprints for the Cloud Fang, so Viner only saw the title and then decisively sealed the blueprints away.

"...What you said does make some sense."

Jessica was momentarily at a loss for words to refute.

“I just left a mark on that man as well. Once he separates from the mark on Udvik’s armor, he should be in our hands.”

“There’s no rush,” Viner shook his head. “Since the other side is so cautious as to use villagers as cover, they probably won’t be so easy to catch.”

"Let's prepare first, and then teleport over after the armor has completely stopped."

"I've been prepared for this for a long time."

Jessica said that all she needed to bring was the Heart of the Lion.

"Is it alright if I need to make the preparations?" Viner said helplessly.

"I never expected that going out would be more troublesome for junior Vina than for a girl."

Jessica grabbed Vina's shoulder and pulled her away from where she stood in an instant.

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When Viner returned to the workshop, he took with him every weapon he could possibly use. Even that wasn't enough, so he asked Felix for Amra and stuffed it all into his ring.

They appear to be empty-handed, but are actually fully armed.

"I want to go too," Felix said coquettishly.

Felix didn't care about any danger; all he knew was that Venus was going out to play later but wouldn't be taking him with her.

"We'll talk about it when you break through to the fifth rank."

Wiener placed one hand on Felix's forehead and gently pushed him away.

Felix, with his sword emblem, would certainly be a great asset, but unfortunately, Jessica is now a more suitable main attacker.

His peak fourth-tier strength meant he would be lacking in self-defense.

Since Venerer didn't have a second Thief's Blade Armor on hand, he didn't dare to take Felix with him when facing an unknown enemy.

"Hmph, so what if it's only fifth rank! You just wait!"

Felix stormed out of the door in a huff.

"I'm all ready here, how's the situation over there?"

Venere gently twirled the ring on her hand, and after confirming that everything was correct, she turned to Jessica, who was concentrating with her eyes closed in the workshop, and asked.

"The man had just come down the mountain along the path. He looked like a villager from Jinuo Village. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the way."

Jessica closed her eyes slightly, using her extraordinary perception to track Renak's movements.

A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Wait a minute, the Udvik armor is falling at an alarming speed, it should be deep underground by now... and that person's presence has suddenly vanished!"

......

"Hmph~"

Renalc pushed the cart to a well that is now little known to anyone.

This well was originally intended to provide drinking water for passersby, but now, due to years of neglect, it has become a dry well overgrown with weeds.

Renalc's purpose was clearly not to quench his thirst.

He casually took the water bag off the vehicle, took a big gulp, and then carried the carefully wrapped Udvik armor to the well.

"Hey!"

With all his might, Renak hurled the heavy armor toward the deep, dry well.

He didn't understand why the man would throw perfectly good armor into the dry well; he only knew that doing so would allow him to obtain the gold coins he desired.

The well was bottomless, and after the armor was thrown down, there was no echo for a long time.

Just then, Renalc suddenly felt a strange burning sensation in his chest.

He hurriedly ripped open his shirt, and the note his employer had used to give him instructions had somehow caught fire.

Renak frantically tried to shake off the ominous object, but the flames seemed to be under a spell, clinging tightly to his arm and spreading rapidly.