The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Chapter 439 Venerable Arrives Though Late

Not only breakfast, Felix even prepared Venus's lunch, so that he wouldn't wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

Although the Alchemy Institute had banned cooking in the dormitories since the mass hospitalization, simple heating was no problem for Wiener.

"Then I'll go to Master's place first. You stay home and get some rest?"

Felix said goodbye to Wiener before leaving.

He had actually planned to report to Tilissa at the Silver Wolf Class yesterday, but was told to rest for a day and recharge before reporting.

"Um, I'll show my face when I wake up," Vina mumbled incoherently.

"You should rest well before we talk!"

Felix slammed the door shut.

Based on his understanding of Wiener, he knew that this sleep would last until at least the evening.

By then, Silver Wolf's class will be completely wiped out, what face will they have left to show?

It would be better to get plenty of rest and accompany him to special training tomorrow.

"Hiccup~"

After finishing the last bite of ham, Vina patted her stomach, let out a burp, and swayed back to her room.

Looking at the warm bed he had just built, made of black iron, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.

Vina pulled the curtains closed and went to sleep.

......

Valentine Chamber of Commerce College branch.

"Alright, stop blocking the way. The shop is about to open, and your appearance is going to embarrass our chamber of commerce."

Anna used a duster to shoo Paris from her seat.

Unlike Anna, who was full of energy and preparing to open her shop, Paris was sporting heavy dark circles under her eyes.

He has been waiting here since he sent the message yesterday, and he has been waiting all night long. He has gone through countless pots of tea.

After Anna tried to persuade him to stop, she let the old man go his own way.

"That shouldn't be the case, didn't you send him a message?"

Paris thought about it all night but still couldn't figure it out.

He clearly received the message from his daughter, shouldn't he have come immediately?

Even if something happened that caused the delay, shouldn't they at least have replied to the message?

Is my own daughter really that unattractive?

“Sending doesn’t mean you have to read it, and reading it doesn’t mean you have to reply.” Anna took out her student card and checked someone’s chat history.

"Hmm, no read, no reply. You've been waiting all night for nothing."

Paris's incomprehension was commonplace for Anna.

There are three things Wiener will never return to.

They don't reply to messages while forging, training, or entering dungeons.

He never replied to messages immediately unless he needed something from me.

When it's meant to come, it will come naturally.

"Don't you have any other way to contact him?"

To be able to speak amicably even after wasting an entire night is already a testament to Paris's good manners.

"Yes, going to their door would be much faster than waiting. But I'm under house arrest."

"How pitiful, she can't go anywhere but the shop, boohoo—"

Anna pretended to sob and wiped away her tears in a mock manner.

"I'll lift your ban for a day. Go and invite him over."

The less Paris could see him, the more he wanted to see who this Vena was, that he deserved such great respect.

It's only been a day, who are you trying to fool?

The conditions Paris offered fell far short of Anna's expectations.

Although she was disdainful in her heart, she said something else entirely, one that was impossible to find fault with: "I'm afraid that won't work, Chairman. The shop is about to open, and as the owner, I can't abandon my post."

"I'll take your place—"

Just as Paris was about to offer to help watch the shop, the wind chimes at the door rang.

"Wow, welcome!"

Anna quickly put away the duster, put on a professional smile, and greeted the customers who entered.

"Manager Anna, you closed the shop, and we've been waiting for ages!"

Clay walked into the store with a look of emotion on his face.

Upon entering, there was more than one person.

Those who arrive just in time for the shop to open are mostly students from the Alchemy Institute.

After all, rare materials are something you can only get if you're quick.

Compared to having credits but not being able to buy suitable materials, what does skipping a class matter?

"Ah, something did happen before, and I apologize to everyone." Anna lifted the hem of her skirt, smiled, and bowed. "I am very grateful that everyone continues to come and support us. I hope everyone can find something they like."

"By the way, manager, I heard yesterday that you're reopening today with a 10% discount on everything. Does that still apply?" another student asked.

“Of course it counts. Consider it a small token of our appreciation for your long-term support,” Anna said with a slight smile.

After receiving confirmation, several students rushed to the shelves.

Clay, however, turned his gaze to Paris, the only person in the store who didn't look like a student, and asked, "...Manager, when did your store start hiring?"

“You wouldn’t dare say such things,” Anna hurriedly waved her hand, putting on a panicked expression. “This is a specialist from the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, here specifically to assess my daughter’s performance.”

“Performance evaluation…” Clay pondered for a moment, then immediately took out his student card and edited a few messages.

"Don't worry, store manager, I'll call more people to come and support you."

"Thank you very much, Clay!" Anna said with a beaming smile.

Paris wanted to speak several times, but seeing how busy Anna was, he felt embarrassed to interrupt.

He had no choice but to sit down and continue drinking his tea in silence.

Perhaps it was Clay's promotion that had an effect, or perhaps it was Anna's promotional activities that stimulated students' desire to spend at the end of the semester.

The number of customers only began to decrease as the store was about to close.

Paris picked up one of the few remaining items on the shelf and glanced at the label.

Even though it was just a matter of raising prices first and then offering discounts, with little difference in actual value, it generated ten times the usual sales volume for Anna.

"Phew—finally done."

After seeing off the last guest, Anna breathed a long sigh of relief.

She turned to her father, who had been watching silently, and smiled, asking, "How did I do today?"

“Excellent,” Paris said, having naturally noticed his daughter’s excellence. “It seems that it won’t be long before I can retire.”

"With your health, you could easily work for another twenty years."

Paris laughed heartily upon hearing this and patted Anna on the shoulder: "I have no such intention. In the end, I'm just managing it for you temporarily; sooner or later, it will be handed over to you."

"Are you still waiting?" Anna asked.

"No wait."

Paris's patience hadn't run out, but he simply didn't have enough time left.

He did not tell Anna that he was returning to the Chamber of Commerce headquarters the next day.

I'm forcing myself not to rest just so I can take this opportunity to spend more time with my daughter and see her more often.

"I'll help you pack up, let's finish early and get some rest," Paris offered.

"Good~"

The father and daughter quickly divided the tasks.

Just as Paris was about to install the door panel, a young man hurriedly walked over.

"Our store is closed now. If you need anything, please come back tomorrow."

Nobody likes customers who come right after closing time, especially Paris, who has risen from humble beginnings.

"But—the shop manager sent me here!"

Chapter 440 Wiener: I'll pay 100,000?

"You're Viner?"

Paris stopped what he was doing and carefully examined the guy who had kept him waiting.

He's not even half as good-looking as he was in his youth, and he doesn't look respectable either. I really don't know what my daughter saw in him.

"Um, may I ask who you are?"

Wiener was also observing the middle-aged man.

His listless and haggard appearance made him stand out awkwardly in the vibrant campus.

Could it be an agent sent from within the Chamber of Commerce to investigate Anna's truancy?

“Just an employee of the Valentine Chamber of Commerce,” Paris said casually.

Paris's reply further confirmed Wiener's conjecture.

"Then I'll come again tomorrow?"

Even knowing that the other party might be there specifically to cause trouble, Viner wasn't too worried about Anna.

If the other party is truly in trouble, the message they send won't be "Come over when you have time."

Given the large order Anna secured in Snowdrift Valley, there's no way she'll be held accountable afterward. Otherwise, who would still be willing to work for the Chamber of Commerce in the future?

The more mature a chamber of commerce is, the more it focuses on performance; they are very clear about who is supporting the chamber.

All it takes is to place that thousand tons of cold iron in front of her, and even a special envoy would have to kneel down and call Anna "Dad."

"dad."

See, they've already shouted it out.

"Have you finished cleaning up over there?"

Seeing that Paris had not yet entered the house, Anna went to the shop entrance to check on the situation.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Paris and Venus standing facing each other.

“Vina? You come here again at this time.”

Anna looked surprised, but also a little helpless.

"...Wait a minute, what did you just call him?" Viner was a bit stunned.

He saw absolutely no similarities between the two.

“This is my father, and also the head of the Valentine Chamber of Commerce, President Paris.”

Anna stepped forward and formally introduced Venus.

"Then I won't disturb your father-daughter reunion any longer."