“Your vision isn’t far-sighted enough. If you want to make big money, you definitely need a safe environment. Upgrade the security of our town, repair the city walls, make the streets look more attractive—then more caravans will be willing to pass through here, stay overnight, and buy my Blood Recovery Potions. Don’t think I’m some good person; I’m just doing this to earn more money,” Samimi said with a smile.
“I believe your nonsense…” The Watermelon Town Chief was deeply moved. “Madam Nun, you truly are a goddess descended to earth.”
“I don’t have any special skills, only money. I’m leaving the serious work to you,” Samimi replied.
“No problem. Being Town Chief is exactly what I’m for.” In an instant, the Watermelon Town Chief switched to businessman mode, calculating expenses in his head. He said in a low voice, “But if we want to repair the city walls, our funds aren’t enough. At most, we can only build one section of the wall.”
“Then let everyone work harder selling goods. I’ll go back to making potions first,” Samimi said.
“I can suggest reducing everyone’s sales commission a bit to build the walls,” the Watermelon Town Chief proposed. “I’ll explain it to them. They should understand.”
“No, don’t touch everyone’s earnings. This is fine,” Samimi politely declined.
“But if all this money comes from Madam Nun alone, how can we feel comfortable about it?” the Town Chief asked.
“With great power comes great responsibility. Goodbye, Town Chief.” With that, Samimi left the Town Chief’s Mansion.
The Watermelon Town Chief was visibly moved. He bowed deeply to Samimi’s retreating figure, then returned to the mansion to call everyone together. It was time to work no slacking off.
Samimi returned to the Sweet Melon Chapel, her familiar old home.
She had originally planned to renovate her chapel but felt there was no need. Isn’t the point to keep the place a bit rundown to preserve its magical atmosphere? Too new, and it loses all character.
The Sweet Melon Town Chapel was just a bit old, not truly dilapidated or unlivable.
If anything needed repair, it was the low walls around the perimeter, weathered by sun and wind. Some parts were quite dilapidated.
But Samimi didn’t want to fix the low walls either; they needed to look old and worn to maintain that authentic ruined Western fantasy vibe.
Anyway, inside the Sweet Melon Town Chapel was fully equipped living quarters, open-air kitchen, main hall (under the open sky), warehouse, workshop, well, potion crafting room, and even a newly installed Magic Water Heater in the bathhouse. Nothing was lacking.
Transportation was convenient; right in front was a commercial street where anything could be bought.
Next to it were two cemeteries. If someday life became tough, you could just lie down there—what a perfect path in life.
Since that’s the case, why not just build a city wall around the entire town?
I really am a construction genius!
Because I really have no use for so much money. I mainly earn Goodness Value by selling Blood Recovery Potions, so I don’t get many stars, but it’s steady.
Systems based on accumulating numbers need stability. If you chase after big luck every day, by the time you unlock all skills, your hair will be white.
This isn’t the modern world, where money is everything. In this other world, money isn’t that important. Many things can’t be solved by money alone.
Samimi returned to her room. Niubao had already tidied up.
She took out the legendary orange skill book handed to her by the Continental Magic Academy Headmistress. This kind of thing couldn’t be bought with money; it relied on relationships and opportunities.
But no rush it’s the kind of treasure to savor slowly at night.
“Niubao, help out,” Samimi called as she dragged Niubao to the potion crafting room.
“Madam Nun, is there something you need?” Niubao asked.
“It’s time to teach you some work skills,” Samimi said seriously. “Everyone living in this world has to work properly.”
She was a bit overwhelmed handling everything alone and needed a reliable free labor force.
“What do you want me to do, Madam Nun?” Niubao was quite curious but also glad to help.
“Sort the medicinal herbs,” Samimi said confidently.
Then…
Samimi spent a whole day teaching Niubao to clearly distinguish several types of herbs.
Two days passed before Niubao could memorize the required quantity of each herb.
The next few days were probation Niubao worked temporarily, practicing a hundred times a day. There were at least fifty bottles of failed potions made from wrong ingredient mixes.
After ten days, Niubao was finally ready for formal duty.
“Phew, such a clever Niubao. It’s okay to be slow, but you absolutely cannot mix up ingredients,” Samimi said with a bitter smile, forced praise in her voice. In truth, she wanted to give Niubao a sharp slap.
In the end, she couldn’t help wiping sweat from her brow. How did she get through these days? So hard to teach!
This Niubao could wield a Knight Sword as precisely as a surgeon’s scalpel but became a blundering fool when making potions.
Luckily, Niubao wasn’t truly dense. She could learn after all just a bit slow.
Niubao took forever to measure each dose, even more OCD than Samimi the magician. But slow was fine, as long as she learned.
Seeing Niubao’s goofy but extremely serious expression reminded Samimi of her own attempts to learn bird language.
People definitely have their weak points.
No, that’s not right. I never seriously studied bird language. That’s a big difference from earnest Niubao. Don’t flatter yourself, lazybones.
Indeed, Niubao was slow at sorting herbs but had great stamina.
Even when Samimi was exhausted, Niubao remained energetic, working eighteen hours a day.
Poor Niubao was so dedicated and happy working at such high intensity truly born to be a labor saint.
But it’s not my fault. I, Samimi, am not a cruel taskmaster. It’s just that I have to rush to make a batch for the Town Chief to sell.
Once the ball starts rolling, even without calling Niubao, she’ll come work on her own. If she doesn’t spend dozens of hours working, her pent-up energy has nowhere to go. The fragile, overworked corporate drone and Niubao are incomparable.
“Niubao, keep it up! Once the warehouse stockpile is full, we can rest for a while.”
Weak social drone yeah, that’s you, Samimi!
Lazybones works a little and then collapses on the long sofa to slack off.
Half a month later, they had brewed enough Blood Recovery Potions to fill two large warehouses. This entire stock was delivered to the Town Chief’s Mansion.
Soon, every inn in Sweet Melon Town began selling Blood Recovery Potions again. Business resumed; everyone earned money together.
The Watermelon Town Chief even established the Sweet Melon Chamber of Commerce, uniting all inns and shops in town. Any future problems could be resolved more efficiently within the chamber—everyone helping and supporting each other.
Unbeknownst to Samimi, she was successfully appointed honorary mascot President of the Sweet Melon Chamber of Commerce, while the Town Chief served as Vice President.