Early in the morning, while the Healing Sisters had all returned to their rooms to rest, Samimi and Niubao got up and moved the large sofa from the main hall.
They carried the sofa down to the basement and placed it right above the Teleportation Array, preparing to take it home.
“Milady Samimi… wouldn’t it be better if you just bought a new one?” Priestess Rebecca approached, watching the scene with some disbelief.
“This is mine. I’m taking it home, it’s only right.” Samimi retorted, “Shoulder to it.”
“Remember to come back and visit us when you have time.” Rebecca began channeling Healing Power and activated the Teleportation Array.
“Train well, my dearest Mana Treasure. I’ll definitely need your help in the future. We will meet again.” Samimi patted Rebecca’s shoulder with respect and affirmation.
But this was no acting or empty flattery — Samimi truly meant every word.
Because in the not-so-distant future, the world’s difficulty level would rise, and she couldn’t always fight alone. She was definitely going to form her own Sinner Squad.
“Farewell, Priestess Miss Cardolian.” Niubao said goodbye.
“Milady Samimi, Minotauros, goodbye.” Rebecca’s eyes were resolute as she nodded firmly.
After speaking, she activated the Teleportation Array, sending the two of them and the sofa away.
After sending off Milady Samimi and Minotauros, Rebecca stood in the dust-filled cage for a long while, looking somewhat lost and dazed.
“C’mon! C’mon!”
She suddenly raised her hand to slap her own face, cheering herself on: “Rebecca, keep going! Don’t let Milady Samimi down! Train hard! Next time we meet, be a powerful Mana Treasure!”
“The sofa, where is the sofa!?”
Head Resident Brayetta got up and noticed the missing long sofa in the main hall, letting out a startled shout.
In the blink of an eye, Samimi and Niubao returned to the small storage room in Sweet Melon Chapel.
The air was no longer thick with magical particles saturating the space; Samimi felt her breathing become much easier.
She immediately tried to push the door open to go out for a walk but found it locked, nearly breaking her nose trying to force it.
“Sister, let me handle it.” Thoughtful Niubao pulled out a keyring and came over to unlock the door.
“Thank you, Niubao. Without you, I wouldn’t know what to do.” Samimi gave a wry smile.
“Sister, you’re my lifesaver, you’re family. If you say thank you again, I’ll hit you.” Niubao shamelessly stole the words Samimi once said to Rebecca, finding them amusing.
Niubao grabbed Samimi’s small backpack and, carrying both big and small bags, took the lead to leave the storage room to put everything in order and tidy up the room.
However, they hadn’t been away long — only about three months.
The Church had given them a semester, six months, to complete their mission, but they had finished in just half the time.
That wasn’t important. Samimi didn’t want to antagonize the Church, nor did she want to get too entangled with them. Maintaining a subtle distance like now was best.
It was better if the Church didn’t come looking for her. She would never take the initiative to contact them. The past had been sticky enough.
In theory, Saintess Makima still owed her a balance of payment.
But speaking of debts, the Knight King owed her one too, and she was already used to it.
Walking the jianghu, debts are hard to collect and inevitable.
“It’s still better to earn money honestly and live a stable life.”
Samimi left Sweet Melon Chapel and headed straight to the town hall on the other side of the village.
“Sister! Good morning!”
“Sister! Long time no see!”
Along the way, the innkeepers nearby rushed out like mad dogs, eager to greet her warmly, forcibly shoving gifts into her hands.
Though the distance was just a few hundred meters, it took nearly half an hour with all the detours.
“Goddess of Wealth! You’ve finally appeared!”
Even Sweet Melon’s mayor, sitting comfortably sipping tea at the entrance, jumped up at once, sprinting over a hundred meters to greet Samimi, bending over respectfully and inviting her inside.
“Looks like the mayor has made quite a profit.” Samimi said.
“It’s all thanks to your blessings, Goddess of Wealth.” The mayor laughed.
“Just call me Sister. How’s business? How are the Blood Recovery Potion stocks?” Samimi asked.
“Demand exceeds supply. They sold out a week ago.” The mayor said, “Except for a period when a batch of goods suddenly appeared in the Royal City causing prices to drop, the price has steadily risen since then. There are many caravans here, and Blood Recovery Potions sell very well. Merchants are willing to pay more for peace of mind. They even take potions to remote areas to resell at a higher tier.”
“Not bad.” Samimi nodded, clearly pleased.
That period of price drop was her fault — she had sent Rebecca to dump half her remaining stock in the Royal City.
“Well, hey there, Sister. When will you have new stock?” The mayor pretended to be simple and asked tentatively, “Everyone in town helps us sell the goods, and I give them dividends, so everyone’s making some money.”
“No wonder they surrounded me just now and wouldn’t let me through.” Samimi smiled wryly.
Could this be what they call revitalizing rural industries? She had basically made the whole town some money!
“I’m free now. The more empty bottles you prepare, the more Blood Recovery Potions I can make.” Samimi said.
“I’ll arrange it immediately!” The mayor was delighted and immediately ordered people to buy empty bottles.
Empty bottles aren’t valuable, but transporting them is a hassle. Having others deliver them directly was the best.
“And the money I earned…” Samimi added.
“I haven’t touched a penny of your money, Sister. I keep it all safe in the treasury, and there’s a ledger to prove it.” The mayor hurried to explain.
“Keep it there. If it’s useful for town construction, feel free to use it.” Samimi said.
“Sister?” The mayor looked confused.
“Right. I want to build a wall for our town. There are all kinds of people here, anyone can slip in. That’s not okay; sooner or later, it’ll cause problems.” Samimi explained.
“A wall?” The mayor was stunned, standing straighter than ever.
“Also, hire more kingdom Knights. Just those few brothers can’t guarantee the safety of such a large town.” Samimi continued, “How did you even manage before I came?”
“Sister, the higher-ups won’t allocate funds for hiring more people, nor will they pay for building a wall. Instead, we pay heavy taxes to the Royal City every month.” The mayor explained.
“I’m not thinking of using their funds. We’ll build it ourselves, using my money.” Samimi said.
“?” The mayor’s brain froze, utterly baffled.
“What’s the point of earning so much money? It’s to give back to the town. Use my money to build the wall.” Samimi smiled.
“Ah… but… how can this be? This is money Sister worked so hard to earn.” The mayor was shocked in place.