The price of the Enhanced Blood Recovery Potion will triple, but the supply will decrease.
From now on, the profit sharing with everyone remains unchanged, and those who have money will continue to receive bonuses together.
The Melon Guild will also design brand-new, attractive stalls for the major inns, allowing everyone to sell their goods better.
Alright, anyway, Samimi will be meditating quietly right beside the meeting.
There must be many more details involved in doing business, but it has nothing to do with me; I’m just a peaceful shopkeeper who uses her hands.
“By the way, near the end of the meeting, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Countess Feling from the Royal City. Please don’t be so formal—just call me Countess.”
At last, the Countess dropped her trump card—her true identity.
From then on, no one dared to raise the slightest objection, and everyone’s work efficiency greatly improved.
“Daughter, what do you think? Does this work?”
The next day, the Countess produced a new sample and showed it to Samimi.
Samimi took one look and realized it was basically just a Blood Recovery Potion with a gold-foil label stuck on it, depicting an elegant, blindfolded Nun.
On the back of the label, it clearly stated the potion’s special effects: besides immediate blood recovery and healing, it also provided a slow, continuous regeneration and boosted strength, speed, and endurance—a must-have life-saving remedy for adventurers.
“Perfect, let’s go with this,” Samimi thought, itching to make a sarcastic comment but ultimately couldn’t come up with anything worth saying.
The Blood Recovery Potion itself was no different than before, yet they were selling it at three times the price—such a masterful packaging trick. But whatever, her conscience didn’t hurt.
Besides, since they were now taking the high-end product route, she no longer needed to work herself to the bone every day. She could just work at her leisure, do it if she wanted to, and still had plenty of stock.
However, if it was just this, Samimi felt it wasn’t enough. The money wasn’t substantial enough yet.
“Yo, I want to make money to build the city walls, huh.”
Very soon, a brand-new money-making plan began to take shape in her mind.
The third day saw all the inns undergoing glamorous counter renovations.
Every merchant in Sweet Melon Town started selling an ultimate Blood Recovery Potion called the 【Nun’s Kiss】.
Samimi absolutely refused the name.
What did that even mean? Sticking her own portrait on it and calling it the Nun’s Kiss? Wasn’t that just gross?
By the fourth day, the sales of the Nun’s Kiss in just one day had Samimi completely speechless.
It was also on this day that the group of White Robed Priests from the Happiness Association came knocking again. They directly stormed into Sweet Melon Chapel looking for trouble with Samimi.
“The recipe you gave us is just for an ordinary Blood Recovery Potion! How dare you deceive us!” the Head Priestess scolded angrily.
“Leave it to me,” Samimi said calmly, having anticipated this scene in advance, and took them to her workshop without any hesitation.
“What do you want?” The Head Priestess remained on guard, not entering, wary of Samimi potentially killing them to keep secrets.
“I’ll make a bottle for you right here. See if there’s any difference,” Samimi sat down and began skillfully crafting a Blood Recovery Potion.
The White Robed Priests immediately gathered around the workbench, carefully watching every step, memorizing every single ingredient.
But in the end, after watching the entire process, it was truly just the normal dosage and method for a regular Blood Recovery Potion.
“Drink up. Let’s see how it works,” Samimi said, handing the freshly made potion to the Head Priestess.
“Gulp!” The Head Priestess hesitated for a moment, then drank it all in one go.
As she felt the effects of this ordinary Blood Recovery Potion, an unbelievable conclusion arose in her mind.
“Feeling it? What I made is just a normal Blood Recovery Potion. As for the additional effects, that’s probably due to my own innate talents,” Samimi said coolly.
The White Robed Priestesses all froze silently in the workshop, speechless for a moment.
“Maybe I’m a genius? That’s why my potions differ from those made by ordinary Priests. That’s all there is to it. I’m not hiding anything, my fellow Priests. It’s just that you’re less skilled, not that I’m deliberately keeping secrets,” Samimi continued, throwing some harsh words.
Every profession has its geniuses—magical geniuses, naturally there are also Priest geniuses and Divine Official geniuses.
But Samimi wasn’t telling the truth; she wasn’t a Priest genius. She was merely an average Priest. Rebecca was the truly rare Priest genius, once in a millennium.
Samimi should be called a support genius, which is why the Blood Recovery Potions she made actually had minor attribute boosts.
This kind of potion no longer counted as healing medicine but rather as a 【Functional Potion】.
The White Robed Priestesses from the Happiness Association looked dejected and wounded, not uttering a single word as they prepared to leave.
“Wait.” Samimi suddenly stood up and stopped them.
“What do you want? You still want to insult us?” the Head Priestess asked.
“What do you want from me by demanding the recipe?” Samimi countered.
“To make money, of course,” the Head Priestess replied, “Otherwise, why else?”
“Well then, why didn’t you come to me? I’m the best money-making Divine Official,” Samimi smiled lightly.
“Huh? You… we…” The Head Priestess looked awkward and at a loss for words.
She made a fair point, but their Chapel’s style was all about relentless competition and squeezing others out—there was no concept of cooperation, nor any intention of asking for help.
“Leave it to me,” Samimi stood up confidently and lured the Priestesses along with her as she left.
Leaving Sweet Melon Chapel behind, Samimi took them to an inn in town to show them her display shelves.
It was like those shelves in front of convenience stores selling… you know what, no need to say much, those who know, know. Take one if you like, then pay.
“What are you looking at? We all know, it’s not like we’ve never stayed here before,” the Head Priestess looked puzzled.
“That’s why I say you don’t know how to make money or do business. Even if you get rare recipes, you’d just waste them,” Samimi snapped coldly.
The Priestesses listened unwillingly, but had no real argument.
“You need to understand one thing: the recipe itself is not the foundation of making money. No matter how miraculous a medicine is, you make a quick profit once, but what we want is long-term income. That’s real business. The real money is made from the platform. Look at all the merchants in town—they’re all displaying my shelves. Can I not make money?”
Samimi continued to walk them around the town, teaching them business knowledge.
Unfortunately, most of these Priestesses came from villages, with no higher education—they heard half and understood half, seeming to get it but also not really.
But that didn’t matter. Samimi wasn’t truly teaching them how to do business; she just wanted to create an impression that made them feel powerful.
Samimi brought them to a small hill on the outskirts of town, where they could overlook the city walls being built along the main road ahead.
“That wall is funded by me. When it’s done, riffraff and the destitute won’t be able to enter the city at will. Our town’s security level will soar. Doing business will become easier, and caravans and travelers will be more willing to stay and trade here. I also plan to double the town’s scale and upgrade it to a large city,” Samimi said, hands on her hips, envisioning her grand plans.
The Priestesses listened with mixed feelings—impressed but also wondering, what did this have to do with them? It was Samimi’s money, not theirs.
They could only feel envy and hatred, wishing they could kick Samimi off the hill.
They hadn’t said anything yet, but Sister Cow Nun had been silently following behind, expressionless but vigilantly guarding against the White Robed Priests.
If anyone dared to cause trouble, the sword at her waist and hammer on her back were not just decorations.
“Leave it to me, I’ll show you something even better.”
Afterward, Samimi led them back to Sweet Melon Town to a newly built bathhouse and invited everyone to soak together.
This bathhouse offered a bathing service several levels above the inns, featuring various medicinal baths with different effects and multiple water temperatures—there was surely one to suit anyone.
A large group of young, beautiful Priestesses were tricked by Samimi into entering the women’s bath, where everyone bared all and relaxed together.
How outrageous! Could this really be your true goal? A freeloader!