Of course, since it’s the Honorary Chairman, Samimi doesn’t need to officially acknowledge herself as the chairman.
As long as the townsfolk recognize you as the chairman, that’s enough.
Also, all the money that Samimi earns is entrusted entirely to the Sweet Melon Town Mayor, who deposits it into the Sweet Melon Chamber of Commerce’s operating treasury. No one can embezzle Samimi’s funds under any circumstances.
All the healing potions that Samimi refines can be stored in the Chamber of Commerce’s official warehouse, with the mayor assigning special bodyguards to manage them.
Inn merchants sell off their stock and then apply to the Chamber of Commerce for new inventory.
Everything has become systematized, making business much more convenient for everyone.
Finally, the mayor, under the name of the Sweet Melon Chamber of Commerce, hired people to build the town’s city walls.
It must be said, the Sweet Melon Mayor is really wasting his talents; if he had become a merchant, he would have made a fortune long ago.
But maybe it’s because he’s genuinely conscientious. A mayor like him, who doesn’t dare to embezzle money, definitely couldn’t become a great merchant or a high official.
Samimi is just a hands-off manager. She doesn’t need to handle any of the details and, after half a month of hard work, she can finally enjoy some leisure.
I like alchemy, so I refine potions; if I don’t feel like it, I meditate and daydream.
This is the slow-paced life in another world that I love!
Several days later…
The Sweet Melon Mayor invited a large engineering team to conduct on-site inspections and design the location for the city walls.
Samimi could occasionally drop by to supervise the workers. With this penitent nun carrying a dagger at her side, the workers dared not slack off.
They had also heard rumors about the town’s blind nun with extraordinary abilities. Many stories had grown more exaggerated over time, but there really was such a blind nun here.
If she wasn’t skilled, where would all these rumors come from?
The construction of the city walls progressed slowly; it would take at least a year and a half to complete.
But slow work ensures quality, and the mayor sent people to supervise, forbidding any corner-cutting or using subpar materials.
Another month passed like this.
A brand-new city gate stood on Sweet Melon Town’s main road, while the walls on either side were still under construction, forming quite a sight.
Carved above the gate were three large characters: [Sweet Melon Town].
Below that was a slightly smaller inscription: [Thanks to the donation of Sister Samimi, the Penitent Nun].
One day, a noble carriage rolled down the avenue and stopped in front of Sweet Melon Town’s city gate.
“Stop here.” The noblewoman inside suddenly ordered.
The prestigious carriage came to a halt at the city gate.
“Madam, is there anything you need? Would you like to rest a bit?” the coachman asked.
Inside the carriage sat a beautiful noblewoman dressed in a low-key yet luxurious aristocratic cloak. Her eyes were fixed on the inscription above the gate, showing a trace of emotion.
“Madam? Are you alright?” The coachman grew concerned and asked again.
“I’m fine. Let’s continue.” The noblewoman snapped back to herself and replied.
“Very well.” The coachman flicked the reins.
The noble carriage continued forward, arriving at the bustling Sweet Melon Town. The noblewoman inside curiously observed the surroundings.
Finally, they reached their destination: Sweet Melon Town’s chapel.
After the noblewoman alighted, the coachman steered the carriage away, quickly leaving to continue his daily work.
The noblewoman held a bulging leather pouch, clearly containing something valuable, which caught the attention of a few sharp-eyed onlookers.
“Madam, can I help you with anything?”
Fortunately, the first to speak was the town’s most handsome knight, Wang Guo, known as Little Gao.
Seeing her refined attire, he immediately knew she was someone of noble birth. As she paced back and forth in front of Sweet Melon Town’s chapel, it was obvious she was connected to the nun. She absolutely could not be ignored.
Sister Samimi’s background was unfathomable. She was acquainted with heroes and holy knights from the church. Nobody knew exactly why she had been assigned to such a remote place.
“Good day, knight. I’m here to see Sister Samimi.” The noblewoman breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the knight—after all, this was unfamiliar territory.
“Sister Samimi lives right here,” Little Gao said. “Do you want me to call her out for you?”
“Thank you.” The noblewoman expressed her gratitude.
“Are you a friend of Sister Samimi?” Little Gao pressed the doorbell hidden in a corner, which was hard to find for outsiders, and asked.
“I…” The noblewoman’s smile gradually faded, and she hesitated to answer.
But soon, the black silhouette she’d been thinking of appeared from the small chapel nearby, walking step by step toward the iron gate.
The black-clad penitent nun leaned on a metal cane but moved swiftly. Her lace blindfold was just a fake; in reality, her senses were remarkably sharp.
“Gao, you finally upgraded your gear?” Samimi greeted him warmly as she approached, her tone hearty and friendly, which contrasted sharply with her grim attire.
“Thanks to you, Sister. The Chamber of Commerce paid for my new gear,” Knight Gao expressed his gratitude.
Little Gao had discarded his old, heavy kingdom armor and now wore a brand-new, sleek knight’s armor made from higher-grade metals, offering far better protection than before.
The noblewoman listened with growing astonishment.
“Sister, this must be your friend, right? I’ll go patrol now. See you.” Knight Gao didn’t linger, resuming his patrol duties.
“Go ahead.” Samimi waved goodbye.
Once Knight Gao was out of sight, her smile vanished, and her gaze turned cold as she looked at the mysterious noblewoman before her.
Samimi asked emotionlessly, “What are you doing here?”
The noblewoman removed her hood, revealing a face bearing a striking resemblance to Samimi’s, like a larger version of her.
She was Samimi’s mother, the Countess Feling.
“I was sent by the Saintess. She has a letter for you,” the Countess said cautiously.
“I’ve been back for a month. If the Saintess had something to say, why didn’t she come herself? Why send you?” Samimi’s tone was full of suspicion.
“I came on my own accord. Don’t blame the Saintess,” the Countess spoke softly.
“Hand it over.” Samimi said coldly.
“May I come inside? Perhaps have a cup of mulberry tea?” The Countess’s tone was slightly humble, pleading.
Samimi sighed helplessly and paused for two seconds before reluctantly opening the door. It would indeed be impolite to keep her mother standing outside.
Seeing her daughter let her in, the Countess beamed with joy and practically skipped as she walked.
“Countess, how did you fall to delivering messages?” Samimi sneered.