Chapter 13: The Crazy Love

When a group of men were laughing lustfully in the dim conference hall, His Highness Cruise, who was sitting in front of the desk in another building five hundred meters away, was also smiling slightly. Looking at Giggs in front of him, he waved his hand as if nothing had happened, and sipped his coffee and said, "Okay, the responsibility for this matter is not yours! But speaking of it, that Mr. An is really beyond my expectations..."

Giggs breathed a sigh of relief, but still bent his body, waiting for the next order from his master. Cruise held the coffee cup in both hands and looked slightly at the starry sky outside the window. It was not until a long time later that he gently spoke: "Forget it, this matter is over here, we don't need to spend too much time on this."

"Yes..." Giggs was stunned for a moment and nodded unwillingly. However, after hesitating for a moment, he still hesitated: "So, regarding the review of casting qualifications, do you think it is time to approve him as soon as possible, or wait a few months before talking about it."

"It's up to you to decide, I won't interfere." Cruise didn't think this was a big deal, so he just casually explained, "But there is one thing you need to deal with as soon as possible. Nicholas, the messenger of Catherine, found me not long ago and claimed that he could sell us some new weapons - it is said that these things were made by Maldini."

"Maldini, is that weird goblin from the mysterious dungeon?" Giggs narrowed his eyes slightly and remembered the short and despicable figure. About two years ago, he was ordered to go to the Dragon Grave Dungeon to help Maldini carry out the Warcraft breeding plan, and therefore he had a deep impression of the goblin demon caster.

"Yes, it's the guy who claims to be from the Tower of Heaven!" Cruise smiled and gently put down the coffee in his hand. "But to be honest, this goblin can indeed cast something shocking, so I plan to buy his castings. But before formally placing an order, I hope you go to the Dragon Grave Dungeon to help me identify the quality of those new weapons."

This is not a request but an order, so even though Giggs had no fondness for the Dragon Grave Dungeon, he had to respectfully command the leader of the jaw. Crus paused and smiled strangely and said, "In addition, help me create a few exquisite jewelry. If you need any materials, go to our house to extract them."

"Magic jewelry?" Giggs was stunned for a moment, but he still plucked up his courage and said tremblingly, "Your Highness, please forgive me for saying something boldly - for the one in the palace, the attractiveness of jewelry is not as attractive as that of you. So instead of bothering to make magic jewelry, you are better than yourself..."

He didn't dare to say anything, because Cruise's cold gaze suddenly shot up. Giggs secretly regretted his talkativeness and hurriedly lowered his head, for fear of angering his moody master. Just a few minutes later, he heard Cruise sigh softly and said helplessly: "You are right, maybe I should go to the palace. However, this time the jewelry was not given to her, but to another woman."

"Other?" Giggs's question came to his mouth, but he didn't dare to take the risk of saying it. He immediately retreated silently. Cruise sat quietly at the table, holding a coffee cup and staring out the window. After a long silence, he suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and whispered: "Christine, you will be mine in the end..."

"It's mine, it's mine after all, so it's useless to hurry." After a gentle breath, An Ruoran slowly opened his eyes in the dark. As the soul fire was extinguished, the floating soul stone slowly landed and slowly fell in his palm. Taking advantage of the guests' departure, he took the time to refine the soul stone on the second floor, but before he knew it, it seemed that a long time had passed, and even the light was faintly revealed outside the window...

But even after so much time, nearly one-third of the soul stone was left, and it would probably take nearly two months to fully refine it. Even if it fully absorbed this soul stone, An Ruoran probably wouldn't be able to rise from the middle level to the higher level, and at most it would turn the outer periphery of the silver soul fire into orange.

"First level to intermediate level and intermediate level to higher level are indeed two completely different concepts." An Ruoran sighed helplessly, and put the Soul Stone into the space ring. A few seconds later, he suddenly turned his head thoughtfully and stared at the dark corner - there, there seemed to be a faint breath hidden in the darkness!

Almost at the same time, a ball of fire had appeared in An Ruoran's hand. However, when he saw the figure leaning against the wall, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned and stopped attacking in shock. At this moment, the cool morning breeze was blowing past the window, throwing the swaying fire on the quiet jade face - perhaps suddenly falling into a nightmare, the sleeping beauty suddenly frowned slightly, trembling with her slender eyelashes. She bit her lips tightly, and her uneasy expression seemed so weak that it made people feel irresistible pity...

"Does she have to support a chamber of commerce like this?" Looking at the woman close to her, An Ruoran couldn't help but sigh softly, but he faintly felt that the string in his heart was plucked. Perhaps his breath was too heavy, Wei Ya, who was sleeping, let out a cry and slowly opened her eyes. At this moment, the two of them looked at each other's bright eyes, staring at each other's bright eyes, and they were a little confused...

After a long time, Weiya reacted first in this beautiful atmosphere. She suddenly turned her head slightly, hid the flush on her jade cheeks in the darkness, and then said softly: "Sorry, I originally wanted to wait for you to show you the order after you finish. As a result, I just..."

"It doesn't matter, I should be the one who is sorry." An Ruoran hurriedly held her tenderness and stared at the somewhat confused jade face. In the silence, he finally hesitated and poked his head out and slowly approached the cherry lips with a fragrance. However, just as the lips were about to touch each other, Wei Yahu's shoulders trembled slightly, and she suddenly pushed the wheelchair back a few steps. With a little panic, she hurriedly raised the order beside her and covered it casually: "An, this is the order I received yesterday. Do you want to take a look first?"

An Ruoran was slightly stunned. After all, he was not as shameless as he continued to tease. He could only take the order helplessly. However, looking at the numbers representing wealth, he felt uneasy, and his mind was full of the question - he didn't understand why Weiya was obviously very friendly to her, but she always retreated at critical moments? Could it be that she just used this method to win over herself, or did she have any hidden secrets?

After a long time, he finally restrained his thoughts and turned his attention back to the order. It seemed that the consumption capacity of these nobles was comparable to that of Shanxi coal bosses. In just one night, the foundry sold sixty sets of neon plaques, twenty typewriters and several magic condoms. A rough estimate was that the operating income here would reach nearly two million gold coins, and even if the expensive materials were excluded, the profit was shocking.

However, although it seemed that he got rich overnight, An Ruoran knew that he had to finish these orders, and it would be impossible in just a few months. These things are core technologies, so he certainly was not at ease to recruit other magic casting masters to handle them. Perhaps only Rui could barely trust them. In this way, it would be like he completed nearly all orders by himself, and it was inevitable that his work efficiency would be low.

In fact, An Ruoran did not plan to make these things in three shifts every day. After all, it would be enough for him. He hoped to improve the casting level as soon as possible and establish a network of personal connections to inquire about the Tower of the Sky. So in this case, constantly researching casting, innovating, and designing novel and unique and valuable novelties is what he really wants to do.

In addition, there are many unexpected troubles waiting for him to solve. For example, what exactly does His Highness Cruise plan to do? Perhaps he should try to retaliate with a small revenge and then express his willingness to reconcile through Duke Philip. On the other hand, if a super-level powerful man like Nicholas comes to him, how to deal with his provocation is also a problem, so his strength must be continuously enhanced.

In this way, the time left for commercial casting will be less and less, and I guess the task will be barely completed. However, in the past few days, I am afraid that a batch of gems will be cast as soon as possible, and then exchange materials with the nobles. As soon as I thought of this, An Ruoran immediately stretched and smiled: "Then, I will first hand over to Duke Philip, and try to go to his house to extort--Via, Weiya, please help me see Philip's order content."

"Well, Duke Philip ordered a neon plaque, two magic typewriters, and... "Via took out the order without thinking, but when she read the last few words, her cheeks turned slightly red and she refused to say it.

"Well, what else?" An Ruoran touched his chin and looked at Weiya maliciously. The woman with a flushed face finally couldn't bear it and said gently: "Okay, don't tell me this kind of order in the future. Just let Naya take responsibility. In addition, it's better to make less of this kind of thing, which may affect your reputation."

"How is it possible! I solved the big problem of family planning, and maybe it will be recorded in history." An Ruoran patted his chest exaggeratedly and muttered to himself, "Besides, there are only a few condoms. I haven't made a full set of sex toys yet - then again, if these things are used on Weiya..."

Looking at the shy and gentle woman, An Ruoran couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful. At this moment, Koizumi and Maria's dazzling light fell from the sky, and countless ideas flashed by in an instant, forming a lustful and indeed clever casting concept...

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