"Alright, these should be enough."
After searching through the warehouse, Cao Ye finally selected over thirty weapons.
All of them were swords or blades.
It wasn't that he disliked other weapons.
It was simply because those were the only ones available here.
Weapons like spears weren't the dwarf smith's specialty.
"You're only taking these?"
Looking at the pile Cao Ye chose, the dwarf couldn't help asking.
Thirty weapons sounded like a lot.
But these were all failed products with defects.
Their quality wasn't great.
If something went wrong in battle, they would basically become scrap immediately.
Usually these items were either melted down and reforged or sold cheaply as waste materials.
So the dwarf didn't care about them much.
"My storage space is limited."
"You think my magic can store unlimited items?"
"It's connected to my magic power."
"I'd take all of them if I could—but I can't."
"Alright then."
The dwarf didn't think too deeply about Cao Ye's explanation.
Magic like this was hard to judge anyway.
And since it involved personal secrets, he didn't want to pry.
"Thanks this time, Whitebeard."
"You brat, just get out of here. Seeing you annoys me."
"Alright, alright. I'm leaving."
Cao Ye walked out of the warehouse without hesitation and left immediately.
Watching him go, the dwarf quickly understood.
Cao Ye probably came here specifically for those weapons.
What a sly kid.
Meanwhile, after leaving the dwarf's shop, Cao Ye headed straight out of the area.
He entered the elevator and went directly to the top floor of Babel Tower.
He had already replenished his weapon supply.
But he still had to be careful.
These weapons were consumables with defects, even worse than his previous ones.
They would break faster if used repeatedly.
"Hm?"
As soon as he arrived, Cao Ye saw a familiar figure.
"Ottar?"
Standing outside Freya's bedroom door was Ottar.
His presence meant Freya had returned.
It had already been eight or nine days.
Cao Ye was curious how much his Falna growth had improved.
Before he could speak, Ottar spoke first.
"Lady Freya said that once you return, you should go see her immediately."
"She's inside?"
"Yes."
Still his usual few words, but Cao Ye was used to it.
Knock knock.
Cao Ye knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Freya's lazy voice came from inside.
Cao Ye pushed the door open.
Behind him, Ottar glanced at him strangely.
But since Cao Ye had his back turned, he didn't notice.
Entering the room, Cao Ye instinctively looked for Freya.
She was sitting on the divine throne reserved only for her.
Freya wore a beautiful white dress.
Every stitch and pattern radiated elegance and luxury.
The detailed embroidery along the edges made it even more exquisite.
But beneath that pure white dress—
Was a pair of perfect legs covered in black stockings.
In Cao Ye's opinion, black stockings with a formal dress felt slightly odd.
But on Freya—
It perfectly amplified her overwhelming charm.
"Do they look good?"
Seeing Cao Ye stare at her the moment he entered, Freya smiled charmingly.
"They do."
That was the truth.
She was far more beautiful than any celebrity from his previous world.
When watching anime before, Freya had only been an animated character.
Beautiful—but still just a drawing.
But when you looked at the real Goddess Freya, you finally understood what true perfection looked like.
"I was gone for a few days."
"Did you miss me?"
Her voice carried a clear tone of temptation, making one's imagination wander.
"Yes."
"When I don't see the goddess for a day, my mind becomes restless."
"What a cute little one."
Freya knew his flattery wasn't very reliable.
But she still enjoyed hearing it.
After all—
Happiness is priceless.
"You only have this one pair of black stockings?"
"Uh… why?"
"They're comfortable and nice."
"But the design is a bit too simple."
As she spoke, she lifted her beautiful leg slightly.
The black stockings covering her legs—especially the lace at her thighs—highlighted her charm perfectly.
"There are other designs."
"If it were anyone else, they wouldn't get even a thread."
"But for Lady Freya, I definitely have them!"
Cao Ye waved his hand.
Several cards appeared from the air, landing in his hand.
Even though it wasn't the first time she saw it, Freya was still surprised.
Her child from another world was truly mysterious.
Short black stockings.
Long black stockings.
Pantyhose-style stockings.
Transparent ones.
Semi-transparent ones.
Seven or eight different styles appeared in front of Freya.
Freya smiled when she saw them.
With so many designs, she could match them with many outfits for future banquets.
The other goddesses would surely become jealous.
"Very good."
"So tell me—what do you want?"
Freya stored the stockings and looked at Cao Ye.
She understood his personality.
He never acted without purpose.
Last time he only offered one pair.
Now he brought so many.
Clearly, he wanted something.
"Hehe…"
"Well… I want a better weapon."
"I'm a bit short on money."
"So I was hoping Lady Freya could help…"
"A better weapon?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't have to be the best."
"A First-Class Weapon would be enough."
"You really dare to ask."
"A First-Class Weapon is among the best equipment in all of Orario."
"Well… start high and negotiate down."
Seeing Cao Ye's thick skin, Freya laughed.
In all of Orario, he was probably the only person who dared speak to her like this.
But she didn't dislike it.
Few people understood this—
As the Goddess of Beauty, Freya could easily obtain everyone's love.
Yet she herself was an extremely lonely goddess.
"You can forget about First-Class weapons."
"But there is a sword in the Familia's treasury."
"I'll have Ottar deliver it to you tomorrow."
"A sword?"
"What grade?"
"A Second-Class Weapon."
"Second-Class? That works too!"
Freya rolled her eyes.
"A Second-Class Weapon is 'just okay' to you?"
"You really have nerve."