Magical Tool Master Dahlia Never Compromises ~ Starting Today: Life as a Freelancer ~

"Yes, that should work."

"Then my goal is to expand the Chamber of Commerce to at least this size."

"You're so arrogant. But this is a thorny road."

Gabriela went from being a commoner to becoming a viscountess, and this should be her personal experience.

But this is no idle dream. Right before our eyes is someone who has made his dream a reality.

So Ivano laughed deliberately.

"I know people who have walked this route. Even if the direction is different, the route can still serve as a reference."

After Ivano walked out of the vice-guildmaster's office, he went down to the second floor of the guild.

He walked down the corridor and paused slightly in front of a window that looked out onto the blue sky.

Every time he passed by here, he would think of Dalia's father Carlo.

Carlo Rossetti was a man with sandy hair and a warm smile, like the wind.

He never puts on airs when talking to anyone and never looks down on others.

He would use honorifics when necessary, but his attitude would not differ much whether he was talking to Gabriela and her husband or Ivano. The same was true for the noble customers who specifically asked for him or the new staff members of the guild.

He is very good at telling jokes during small talk, so there is always laughter around him.

That man was also an excellent magic tool maker, and he was meticulous in his work.

He never made a mistake in the delivery date and quantity of magic tools, and almost never produced defective products.

If a senior staff member acts rashly, he will immediately protest to the union.

But if a newcomer makes a mistake accidentally, he will just point out the problem directly.

When he sees others in trouble, he will naturally lend a helping hand without asking for anything in return.

If a young magic tool maker was forced to sign an unreasonable contract with a noble, he would even use his status as a baron to stop it.

He had acted as a peacemaker between two squabbling employees, treated people frustrated by work mistakes to dinner and drinks, and even drank with Ivano when he was overwhelmed by the workload.

Furthermore, he had helped a female guild employee when she was being harassed by a high-ranking noble. However, when she later came to thank him, he claimed he didn't remember her, which made her want to cry in every way.

Although he has a daughter named Dahlia, the single Carlo has the status of a baron and is a talented magic tool maker, so naturally he has many blind date opportunities and invitations.

Notary Dominic also suggested several times that Carlo remarry.

However, he always declined these invitations with a smile, and was rarely involved in any scandals with women. In Ivano's memory, there was only one rumor involving Vice-President Gabriela.

Some unscrupulous people spread rumors: "Mage Craftsman Carlo frequently visits the Vice-President's office, and the two are very close."

Carlo did go in and out of the vice-guildmaster's office, but there were usually other people in the office, and in terms of frequency, Carlo met with Jedda and his wife more often in the president's office.

Ivano was still too young at the time and was outraged by the rumor.

He said honestly to Gabriela and Carlo, "How could there be such a disrespectful rumor out there!"

Gabriella smiled silently and gently stroked the engagement bracelet with her fingertips.

Far from being angry, Carlo said with an air of attending a funeral, "I sympathize with those who spread rumors from the bottom of my heart."

Ivano was still wondering why they were not angry, but the next day he saw that unworthy man kneeling in front of the president's office to apologize.

The head of the Commerce Guild, Gabriela's husband, Viscount Leone Jedda—he must have done something, but no one was keeping it a secret.

Ivano asked a senior staff member about this, but the other party just smiled subtly and said nothing.

He later ran to ask Carlo, and Carlo looked into the distance and replied: "Leone's love for his wife Gabriela is a bit too much..." Ivano probably understood what he meant.

The man's apology lasted for five days, but he disappeared on the sixth. Ivano thought Leonie had finally forgiven him, but it turned out that the man sweeping the floor had told Gabriela that the man was in the way, so Gabriela told him not to kneel there.

Ivano felt a little sympathy for him, but only a hair's breadth.

Carlo is an excellent magic tool master.

However, he wasn't obsessed with making money. He would refuse any commission for magical tools he didn't want to make, even from high-ranking nobles. He even decisively refused requests from the royal city to discuss matters with him.

Gabriela said, "The only things that can make Carlo move are magic tools, his daughter, and fine wine." Ivano deeply agreed.

When Ivano's daughter was born, Carlo not only celebrated for him, but also kindly told him which baby products store was better and what medicines he should always have at home.

Ivano regarded him as a senior father who also had a daughter, and thought that he would discuss things with him if he had any problems in the future.

Unexpectedly, Carlo suddenly collapsed here in the early summer sunshine.

The first one to discover and arrive was Ivano.

Before he collapsed, Carlo was still chatting with the guild members about work and drafting documents as usual. After finishing his work, he said with a smile, "It's almost time for a cold ale."

He loved drinking. In the summer, he drank cold ale, in the fall, distilled liquor, and in the winter, hot wine. Every year, Carlo would be the first to recommend the appropriate alcoholic beverage before the season arrived.

"You like drinking year-round?" Ivano once asked. Carlo replied, "And with my daughter's cooking!"

He could drink quite well and hadn't shown any signs of being sick when he had been drinking with Ivano not long ago.

So that day Ivano thought he just accidentally fell or was dizzy.

However, Ivano asked him, "Mr. Carlo, are you okay?", but he did not respond.

Carlo's face turned pale. He gasped for a few breaths, then pressed his chest with his right hand in pain. His whole body was stiff.

Ivano immediately yelled to the staff, "Call the doctor!" and then called out, "Mr. Carlo, Mr. Carlo."

As he shouted, he felt Carlo's body temperature gradually disappearing, and he realized it was too late.

Carlo's lips looked like he was saying "ah".

Ivanor thought it should be Dahlia's "Da", but never mentioned it to anyone.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even call out his daughter's name. This kind of death was so unsuitable for him.

Therefore, Ivano always told others that Carlo died suddenly before he had time to feel sad, and he was powerless to do anything.

On the day of Carlo's funeral, Dalia stood alone.

Tobias and Orlando Chamber of Commerce President Ireneo were clearly beside her.

Carlo's friends, colleagues and Dalia's friends also comforted her.

But in Ivanor's eyes, Dahlia seemed to be standing there alone, suppressing her sadness.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do." Ivanor apologized to her, and Dahlia didn't blame him at all.

She also said in a weak and quiet voice, "Thank you for being with my father during his final moments."

Ivano could not utter any words of condolence or comfort, and could only bow his head deeply.

Now, Ivano is with Dalia as a merchant member.

He was just Dahlia's work partner and subordinate, just a businessman who saw her potential as a magic tool maker.

Not her relatives or friends.

Yet, he still hoped that she would overcome this thorny road and live a happy life. Whether this was because he knew Carlo, witnessed his death, or saw Dalia standing alone, he understood that this was a one-sided and selfish support.

But there was one thing he could swear to.

He would never do anything to embarrass his predecessor, Carlo Rossetti.

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"Ms. Rossetti, we have something to ask you!"

After noon, Dalia was stopped by the female employees as soon as she stepped into the Commerce Guild.

Dahlia thought that standing at the door would block others, so she had no choice but to move to the stairs leading to the second floor.

"What's going on?"

She had already guessed what was going on, but she still put on a work-mode expression and voice and asked.

"Are you dating Lord Scafarot?"

The youngest female employee asked with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, we are dating as friends."

Dalia had said this answer dozens of times, not just a few times. She sighed inwardly.

Wolffrid Scafalot—her friend Wolf was a red-armored member of the monster-suppression force, and the fourth son of an earl, holding a prestigious title.

But what made him famous was not these titles, but his almost artistic appearance.

Black hair like wet crow feathers, fair and handsome face, high nose bridge and beautifully shaped thin lips.

The most charming thing is the slender golden eyes and the pupils in them are as black as night.

Coupled with his slender figure and the standard knight's standing posture, countless women will not only be fascinated by him, but even have a strong desire for him.

But instead of being proud of it, Wolff was deeply troubled by it.

He hadn't had any female friends before he met Dalia, and even his relationships with male friends often deteriorated because of women. Being too popular is also a misfortune.

"Friend? So you're not his lover?"

"So... is this a relationship where you can get some benefits...? Or does your company provide him with some kind of assistance..."

The clerk at the information desk on the first floor continued to ask hesitantly.

She asked in a roundabout way, but to put it simply, she wanted to ask, "If she's not a lover, then is she a mistress?"

"It's true that he helped me, but we were just ordinary friends."

As Dalia spoke, she suddenly became confused about the definition of "ordinary friends".

Wolff had indeed served as a guarantor for the Roseti Chamber of Commerce. However, compared to that, they were more like friends who chatted, drank together, and worked together to create magical tools and swords—this relationship was difficult to describe.

"My friend... Miss Dahlia, you often drink tea and eat with Lord Scafarot, right?"

Why did he suddenly change from calling her "Rosetti" to "Dalia" in such an intimate tone?

Dahlia hadn't allowed or asked him to do this. The clerk often delivered documents for the Chamber of Commerce, and seeing her transformation, Dahlia felt an indescribable sense of distress. And she knew exactly what he was going to say next.

"Can you please invite me to go with you next time?"

"Lord Wolf is a member of Count Scafarot's family. I cannot decide who can sit with him. Please ask him personally, or ask the Scafarot family for help."

Dahlia has been asked this question a lot lately, and she always answers like this. Wolff asked her to answer like this.

By the way, such requests would be blocked as soon as they reached the Scafalot family and would never reach the ears of the person himself.

"I'll excuse myself first."

The female employee who wanted Dalia to introduce her seemed very dissatisfied, but Dalia ended the topic and climbed up the stairs.

When she reached the platform in the middle of the stairs, someone chased her and grabbed her shoulders.

"Um, please at least tell us what Lord Scafarot's interests and hobbies are!"

The other party then asked about Wolfe again and asked Dahlia to introduce him. It took Dahlia a while to get rid of her.

Dahlia climbed to the second floor somewhat tiredly, and just in time saw Ivano coming with a large number of documents.

"Good afternoon, Miss Dahlia. You look tired?"

"I'm fine, it just took me a while to get here."

Ivano said that he had rented an office dedicated to the Roseti Chamber of Commerce within the Chamber of Commerce. Dahlia breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Recently they often borrowed the guild's meeting room or conversation room, and Dahlia was worried that it would disturb others.

Fortunately, the offices on the second floor are not as popular as the first floor and there are still vacancies.

They then moved to the office rented by Ivano, where Dahlia listened to the income and expenditure report, the report on insoles, and the clerk's affairs.

"Someone from the Orlando Chamber of Commerce just called to say that the Fairy Crystals are about to arrive. Can I pick them up when they arrive?"

"Thank you for your help."

With the fairy crystal, you can make Wolf's spare glasses. This way, even if the glasses are broken, Wolf will not be unable to go out.

Dahlia felt relieved, having one less thing to worry about. At this moment, Ivano lowered his voice and said:

"Ms. Dahlia, if you allow me, I would like to change back to my original surname..."

"Isn't Mr. Ivano's original surname 'Badoer'?"

"Badoer is my wife's surname. My original surname was 'Mecadanti', and before coming to the capital, I was called Ivano Mercadanti. Ah, the temple's contract magic still works even with a changed surname, so there's no need to change it."