The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Felix never imposes his views on others.

"I sincerely want to see this sword."

Sagoci was somewhat nervous.

It wasn't because of Felix's appearance, but because he saw a familiar feeling in the sword.

“That won’t do either.” Felix held the sword to his chest, clearly indicating his refusal. “This is my sword, I can’t give it to you.”

"I didn't want the sword, I just—"

Sagoci quickly waved his hand, not wanting Felix to misunderstand.

“So you’re Sargozi, right?” Felix suddenly asked.

"Uh, yes, that's me."

Sagoci didn't understand why the other party knew his name.

"That's right."

Felix nodded, took a note out of his pocket, and handed it to Sargozi.

.........

"Hey Felix, why don't you go sit in the village workshop for a while later?"

"I have no problem with you two wanting some alone time. The problem is, I don't know where the workshop is. Even if I find it, will they let me in?"

“That’s easy,” Viner picked up a note from the table, quickly scribbled a few lines, and then handed it to Felix. “Later, when you go downstairs with the Nightblade on your back, if anyone’s attention is on the sword instead of you, give them this note.”

"Aren't you making things too difficult for me?"

Lisette glanced at Vina with a hint of helplessness.

Even after seeing so many of them, Felix's appearance still amazed her, let alone those who were seeing him for the first time.

Anyone who can resist looking at Felix and instead focus their attention on the sword is probably blind.

“Sagozi can do it.” Vina was quite confident, believing that Sagozi could see something in the Night Sky Blade. “Don’t underestimate a master blacksmith.”

He then turned to Felix and continued to instruct him, "He will take you to the workshop. Don't be shy, just treat it like your own workshop."

"How does it compare to the one in Snowdrift Valley?" Felix asked curiously.

"In terms of scale, it should be inferior, but all those people in Xuelu Valley combined are only enough to be disciples of Sagozi. You can take a good look at his works while we're here."

"That's no problem."

.........

"So it's Mr. Felix."

After reading the note and understanding the whole story, Sagozi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't mistake the sword for one made by Vener, and Vener wasn't angry at his impulsive actions; he simply had other things to do and couldn't go to the workshop with him immediately.

“That’s a good name,” Felix nodded in satisfaction. “So, where do we go next?”

"Please come with me."

Sagoci immediately led the way for Felix.

However, the process was clearly not so smooth.

"Sagozi, where are you taking Miss Felix?!"

"Yes, it's really too much for someone your age to resort to such methods!"

“Miss Felix, don’t be afraid. There are so many of us here. We won’t let him take you away.”

Felix's arrival sparked a riot in a different sense.

The apprentices who tried to maintain order were almost overwhelmed.

"You guys are so noisy."

Unfortunately, this enthusiasm was only perceived as noise by the person in question.

This haphazard address is nowhere near as respectful as Sargozzi's address of "Mr. Felix".

Felix, who had already walked some distance, suddenly turned around and swung his sword at a speed that was too fast for the others to see, leaving a long trench in the ground.

"I don't need you to worry about me, so please stop crowding around."

After giving the warning, Felix urged Sargozi to lead the way quickly.

"Ah, Felix, so beautiful and powerful, I would give you everything."

"I can't take this look of disgust."

"Then hurry up and get to the back, don't block the way."

Amid the riot, two people huddled together and walked away from the crowd.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Lisette seemed somewhat reluctant.

“It’s alright, Felix is ​​used to it.”

Venus reached out to protect Lisette, and they made their way through the crowd under the cover of illusory illusions.

"I'm definitely not talking about Felix."

“These lustful guys are like this even if they don’t see Felix, they’re like this when they see other beautiful women. I won’t allow them to set their sights on my Lisette.”

"You're being sarcastic again."

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Thanks to Tofelix drawing the attention of many onlookers, the two easily escaped from the inn.

It's understandable to not be able to find your way at night, but it would be too embarrassing to be unable to find your way during the day.

To shed her reputation for being directionally challenged, Venus quickly found a towering tree in the location given by the village chief.

The outpost left by Arios was built on this tree.

"So this is it."

Wiener's fingers gently touched the rough bark, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"You came before?"

Lisette was somewhat surprised.

She thought that Venere's forging skills at such a young age were acquired through her childhood.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten lost in the village.

"...What do you really think of me? Do you expect me to spend my whole life in a blacksmith's shop?"

Lisette's suspicious gaze deeply hurt Vina.

“The village of Lumiel used to end here,” Vena recalled, gesturing to Listy. “Beyond that was a dense forest, which only hunters and militiamen were allowed to enter.”

As she spoke, Wiener pointed to a clearing under the big tree, "Back then, the village children would play under this big tree, waiting for the adults to come back."

"So you're one of them too?"

A picture had already formed in Lisette's mind.

A group of children ran happily under the big tree.

Leading a group of little followers, the one who looked like a king of the kids was Arios.

And the one huddled at the back, always with a smug expression, was Viña as a child.

They grew up under this tree, watching the adults return with their harvests, which planted the seeds of their curiosity about the outside world.

"No, that's not it. I thought they were too childish and didn't play with them. While they were playing outside, I stayed in the blacksmith shop."

Vena poured cold water on Lisette's fantasy.

"You're being a real downer," Lisette said with a hint of displeasure.

"I didn't mean to lie to you. This big tree and the blacksmith's shop are on opposite corners, north and south. They can just walk a few steps home when they get tired of playing, but I have to walk several times the distance."

Wiener did not lie, but that is not the whole reason.

Other children playing here are waiting for their parents' safety.

What can he wait for?

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Wiener had no one to wait for.

But there were quite a few people waiting for him.

As the village's only blacksmith, if Vina leaves the blacksmith shop unattended, what will happen to the villagers who need equipment for hunting, farming tools for tilling the land, and hammers and sickles?

Therefore, he has no right to play around. He should use that time to forge more and better equipment.

Since he has no one to wait for, at least he shouldn't let others end up like him.

Anna and Edel were both amazed by Vener's efficiency; despite spending the same amount of time, he was able to forge several times more works than others while maintaining quality.

But Wiener wasn't this fast from the start.

If he is slower, the hunter will have to go out on an adventure with his unrepaired equipment.

If he is not efficient enough, just ensuring the daily maintenance of Lumiel Village will take up all his energy, leaving no time for other things he wants to do.

Viner only came here once, when exploring the borders of Lumiel village.

Rather than choosing the entrance to the forest, which was only frequented by jackals and wild beasts and inhabited only by the people of Lumiel Village, he opted for the road junction leading out of Lumiel Village as the new location for his blacksmith shop.

After the new blacksmith shop was built, Vena rarely left and naturally never saw the outpost that Arios had built in the tree.

Over the years of logging and land reclamation, the original boundaries have been pushed back considerably, but this towering tree has been preserved as a memorial.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's go up and take a look."

Wiener, not wanting to make the topic too heavy, took the initiative to suggest it.

This forest outpost is cleverly hidden in the canopy of trees. If it weren't for the fact that it's almost winter and the leaves are sparse, it probably wouldn't be so easy to spot.

The only connection between the outpost and the treetop was a rope ladder.

The fibers of the rope ladder show severe wear and tear, visible to the naked eye, due to long-term weathering.

Lisette frowned slightly, reaching out to cast a hardening spell on the dilapidated rope ladder.

However, Wiener misunderstood the meaning.

He caught her and pulled Lisette into his arms in a princess carry.

All of this happened so fast that Lisette barely let out a "yah" before Venus lifted her up onto a branch and landed her steadily on a thick tree trunk.

“You…” Lisette hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

"What's wrong?" Vina looked at the girl in her arms, puzzled.

“No, it’s alright, it’s fine as it is.” Lisette turned her head away.

Venere carefully put Lisette down, lent her an arm, and gently helped her toward the outpost hut.

The door to the cabin was also dilapidated, and a rotten smell could be smelled when you got close. With some caution, Vina pushed the door open.

He dared not exert too much force, after all, the condition of this hut was no better than that of the rope ladder, as if a strong gust of wind could blow it away.

Lisette silently chanted a spell, and a faint light flowed from her palm, slowly enveloping the entire cabin.

"Okay."

She nodded slightly to Wiener, indicating that the reinforcement was complete.

The two stepped into the wooden house, but the inside was not as dilapidated as the outside; it even had a faint, fresh fragrance.

Arios did not crave luxury, or rather, Lumiel Village simply did not have anything to offer. Everything in his temporary residence was made by his own hands.

A small bed in the corner, and a pot stand propped up diagonally opposite the bed, with stones piled up around the bottom of the pot to provide a simple fireproofing.

Another striking object is a cut-off wooden stake, which has been used as a table, with some odds and ends on it, including a notebook.