In the afternoon, Qizhou arrived at the office of the director of the Military Department and knocked on the door.

Violet opened the door and was surprised to see a young man standing outside. She asked, "May I ask who you're looking for?"

"I'm here to find you. I was sent by Her Majesty the Empress to learn how to assemble the divine gun," Qizhou replied.

Violet suddenly realized and waved for Qizhou to come in. After looking around to make sure no one was nearby, she closed the door and led Qizhou into the office.

Violet's office was decorated in an antique style, but overall it had a minimalist feel. The sofa and coffee table were simple, with only a few decorations. The desk was cluttered with various documents, including ones about vampire internal affairs and military matters.

"Hello, my name is Qizhou," Qizhou said, extending his hand.

Instead of shaking Qizhou's hand, Violet first closed the curtains to block out the light from outside, ensuring that the office couldn't be seen from the outside. Then she extended her delicate hand and lightly placed it on Qizhou's warm and solid palm. "Hello, I'm Violet. I do this to prevent anyone from peeking."

"I understand. According to Her Majesty, the divine gun is an extremely powerful weapon. It's a terrifying weapon that can instantly kill opponents, so of course we can't let others know about its existence," Qizhou politely smiled, letting go of Violet's hand and getting straight to the point. "I'm wondering when I can start learning how to assemble the divine gun."

"You can start now," Violet replied. She took a black wooden box from a hidden compartment in the wall and placed it on the coffee table.

Then Violet opened the black wooden box, revealing a beautiful divine gun in front of Qizhou.

Qizhou glanced at the appearance of the divine gun and was slightly surprised because he could tell that the material of this divine gun was very hard and it had many strange cloud patterns. "Is this the craftsmanship of the Dragon Clan?"

Upon hearing Qizhou's words, Violet's eyebrows showed a hint of surprise. How did he instantly recognize that this was the craftsmanship of the Dragon Clan? Does he have a connection with them?

But this surprise only lasted for a moment, and Violet quickly regained her composure, nodded affirmatively, and said, "Yes, it's the craftsmanship of the Dragon Clan. This divine gun was made by my master, and she pays great attention to the beauty of the divine machine."

"I see," Qizhou nodded in understanding. "In that case, let's get started."

As Qizhou finished speaking, Violet disassembled the divine gun in the black wooden box into individual components, and then started to assemble it. Violet's movements were very skillful, after all, she had disassembled and assembled this divine gun nearly ten thousand times in her hands.

While assembling, Violet explained the basic principles and precautions of assembling the divine gun to Qizhou.

Qizhou sat quietly on the side, watching and silently noting down the things Violet mentioned during the assembly process, such as the direction of inserting the firing rope, how much force to use when installing the gun mount, and what to pay attention to during calibration.

After a busy session, Violet finally finished assembling the divine gun.

Qizhou held the divine gun in his hands and examined it. Although he already knew the construction of the divine machine, he still felt amazed seeing it in person.

Every inch of the divine gun is filled with the beauty of metal, like a winding dragon hovering in the air, covered with densely packed, shimmering silver-blue scales.

There are cloud patterns and designs on the gun stock, looking magnificent, noble, and solemn.

Qizhou carefully felt the surface of the divine gun and couldn't help but exclaim, "Such exquisite craftsmanship! It truly lives up to the work of the Dragon race!"

"Of course, this divine gun was made by my master," Violet proudly said, then changed the subject, saying, "Now it's your turn to practice."

Violet handed Qizhou a black divine gun, which was not as exquisite as the one in her hand.

"You can practice with this one. I'm afraid you'll damage my master's work," Violet bluntly said, as this divine gun was her master's final work and she was afraid that Qizhou's assembly would damage some internal parts. If she damaged her own work, Violet wouldn't mind, she could just make another one.

Qizhou didn't see anything wrong with it. After all, this divine gun was not just a weapon, it also had a high collection value. So he returned the divine gun to Violet and picked up another black divine gun, then disassembled it into parts and followed Violet's instructions to assemble it.

As he assembled, Qizhou said, "Your master is remarkable!"

"Hmm?" Violet raised her eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"

"The Dragon race worships power and pursues their own strength. They have no interest in making weapons and such. Their claws and teeth are the best weapons, and their scales are the best armor," Qizhou continued, "But your master can create such a powerful weapon. I assume he isn't very strong himself and may have even left the Dragon clan, as those guys are too arrogant and conceited."

Qizhou was being subtle and didn't mention that Violet's master had been expelled from the Dragon clan. The reason was that Violet's master didn't strive for personal strength and instead studied some strange and rare things. It was fine to study those things, but they couldn't harm the Dragon race, so it was considered a waste of time.

Although these weapons could kill other races, they had no value to the Dragon clan, which led them to view these weapons as trash and expelled those who possessed them from the clan.

At this point, Violet's face darkened, and she said, "Qizhou, you don't need to be so subtle. I know everything about my master, including the rules of the Dragon clan."

"One day, I will prove for my master. I will pierce through the bodies of the Dragon clan with the divine gun he made," Violet said firmly.

"I look forward to that day," Qizhou nodded and then handed the assembled divine gun to Violet, saying, "See if there are any assembly mistakes."

"You assembled it quickly. I wonder how many mistakes there are?" Violet took the divine gun from Qizhou's hand and began to inspect it.

After checking, Violet didn't find any assembly errors, so she handed it back to Qizhou, saying, "It's perfect, you got it right in one go. Impressive!"

Qizhou modestly smiled and said, "It's just a better memory."

"I thought you would have to assemble it seven or eight times before you could learn. That's good. I'll go pick soldiers at the barracks later. Can you really assemble hundreds or thousands of divine guns by yourself?"

Qizhou nodded, "Her Majesty has sent me here, so I must be able to complete the task."

"Now that Iris has made a decision, I won't ask any more questions." Veena stood up, stretched her arms, and comfortably twisted her waist. Then she placed the divine gun into a black wooden box, "When the parts are ready, I will notify you."

"Alright, goodbye."

"Mmm, goodbye."

...

At night, in the starry sky, a full moon hung in the horizon.

Iris sat cross-legged on the bed practicing, but Qizhou had informed her in the morning that Baixi was having some psychological issues, and her mind was not on her training at all.

So, Iris had to pause her practice and walked towards Baixi's room to see what was wrong with her.

Just as Iris was about to knock on the door, Baixi suddenly rushed out of the room and crashed into Iris's arms.

Fortunately, Iris managed to steady herself in time, otherwise they would have both fallen.

"What's wrong? Why are you so reckless?" Iris supported Baixi and softly asked.

With her head down and her face covered, Baixi didn't want her mother to know that she had just cried, nor did she want her mother to see her in a distraught state.

Seeing that Baixi didn't want to say, Iris didn't insist. She jokingly said, "Oh~ why does my little Baixi have tears in her eyes? Have you been wronged?"

Baixi's skin slightly reddened, her pearl-white teeth bit her cherry-like lips, and she answered in a nasal voice, "No, why would I be wronged..."

"Is that so?" Iris took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe Baixi's tears, then held her hand and led her into her own room.

"You say you didn't cry! Then what's on the pillow?" Iris pointed to the wet spot on the bed and asked.

"It's not tears, it's... it's drool... I drooled while sleeping..." Baixi stubbornly denied it, but forgot to hide her swollen eyes.

"Hehe." Iris chuckled lightly, then sat on the edge of the bed, letting Baixi lie on her lap.

"Silly girl, why were you crying?" Iris gently stroked Baixi's soft long hair and asked tenderly.

"Mother... do you think I'm annoying and don't want me anymore..." Baixi choked a few times and then asked sobbingly.

"How can you tell that I don't want you?" Iris didn't answer, but asked back.

"You don't let me join the fights, you don't let me make breakfast for you, you haven't spoken to me in a year. The last time we talked was when you asked me to deliver documents to Violet, and that was a year ago."

"I didn't let you join the fights because you weren't in the palace at that time. You had just been released from confinement and were playing outside alone. I don't let you make breakfast because I wake up at three in the morning every day to practice swordsmanship, so I let Candace make breakfast for me. I don't talk to you because I'm either practicing swordsmanship or meditating every day, and then I sleep. I really don't have any time."

Baixi felt slightly relieved after hearing this, and then hugged Iris tightly, burying her head into her chest like a kitten, "I'm sorry, Mother. I was overthinking."

"No need to apologize to me, as long as you're doing well, that's more important than anything else." Iris patted Baixi's back, "Baiying is much stronger than you, and I have even less communication with her, but she never feels wronged. On the contrary, it's you, as her older sister, who feels bad first."

"No!" Baixi looked up at Iris, "Don't tell Baiying about this."

"Alright, alright. Mother will keep your secret."

"What are we having for dinner?"

"What else can we have! Of course it's something made by Candace. Do you expect me to cook something for you?" Iris pinched Baixi's nose.

"I want mother to cook. I want to eat mother's grilled fish."

"Okay."