“Council President, this is the chapel funded by Comrade Qian Rong. All the medicine produced here bears your seal.”
Yanduo Luo replied with a smile.
“It’s not a big deal for Samimi. I’ve gotten used to it.”
You all must think I’m definitely going to complain, huh? Hah, this time I won’t even bother grumbling.
It’s not like it’s my first time being Council President. By the second time, there’s no need for me to be surprised anymore—I’m used to it.
“So you’re the Vice President?” Qian Mimi asked.
“Yes, I’m the Vice President of the Medical Association,” Chun A Luo nodded.
“Rescue the Dying and Heal the Injured, Save the World and Help the People. Carve this phrase onto a plaque and let it be our motto,” Samimi said, patting her arm and launching into another round of grand philosophy.
She originally wanted to pat someone’s shoulder, but since she was a bit short, she ended up patting their arm. As a transmigrator, she always found herself waxing philosophical in this other world. Why bother? Should she really lecture these people on science and theory?
But compared to most of the other girls, she wasn’t that short. She was actually quite satisfied, except that her growth seemed to have stalled, while Niubao was growing taller by the day, making her feel miserable in comparison.
“Rescue the Dying and Heal the Injured, Save the World and Help the People. I’m moved,” Yanduo Luo said, truly touched.
Though those two phrases seem a bit redundant in meaning, this kind of lofty slogan is exactly what you want for appearances.
Samimi took Yanduo Luo on a tour around the Medical Association, focusing on the Pastoralist girls’ dormitory building—to see what kind of underwear everyone was wearing… cough, no, to check out the dorm conditions.
Every room was basically renovated from the guest rooms of Sweet Melon Inn, all nicely decorated and fully furnished. Most of the rooms had been converted into small Pastoralist workshops.
You could say that every room of a magic user was always in some state of chaos, filled with research, materials, and books.
It was clear that everyone was very happy with their accommodations, and Samimi was pleased too.
“Council President, you are our patron. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have known there were people doing bad things in this place. It was you who saved us from the darkness,” Manji Luo suddenly caught up, hands together in thanks, praising Miworm.
“Blinding! Get up already. Don’t mess around—go get your work done. If anything comes up, just find me,” Samimi said, watching the Saintess followers kneel down and almost giving them a punch, but in the end, she held back.
“Understood!” Yanduo Luo quickly stood up and got to work.
“Then I won’t disturb everyone anymore. Let’s all have a meal together tonight,” Jun Mimi said in farewell. “After dinner, let’s have a soak. See you then.”
That last sentence was the most crucial—couldn’t leave it out.
Samimi used the express passage to return to her own Sweet Melon Chapel. She felt as if her own renovations had extended into the neighboring building.
If she built a new Sweet Melon Chapel, it would probably look exactly like the Medical Association next door.
Forget it—I don’t want to compete with them for luxury. If possible, I’d rather tinker with a little shady black-market chapel.
As soon as she got back, she saw Niubao already practicing swordsmanship in the empty yard behind the chapel.
At the same time, Samimi felt like something was missing.
Right, what about her ‘exam mom’?
Samimi hurried back to her room and, sure enough, found a letter on the table.
She opened it. As expected, it was from the Earl’s Lady. The letter didn’t have many words, just saying her travels had ended and she needed to return to the Royal City to handle affairs. She wrote that she’d bring back some souvenirs and gifts for her and Niubao whenever she had free time.
“The Royal City is only ten kilometers away from here. What souvenirs do you need?” Samimi smiled gently and put the letter away.
She sprawled out on the bed for a while, decided to give herself a vacation, hugged her Sun Gold Sutra, and took an afternoon nap.
Niubao, with some free time, opened up his worn, threadbare Knight Skills book and studied some skills other than Charge.
That night, the Pastoralist girls from the neighboring Medical Association came over to have dinner with Samimi and Ten Treasures. Afterwards, they all went to soak in the hot spring together.
After a refreshing soak, Samimi went home and wrote some emotion-filled notes.
Niubao continued to diligently practice his newly learned Knight techniques under the moonlight.
Over a month passed in peaceful tranquility.
However, this time, unlike before, there was no big recruitment or expansion of territory.
Samimi had little left to do. Her infrastructure and projects were nearly finished. All that was left was to continue brewing medicine, accumulate some more wealth, and wait for the city walls to be completed.
Every day, Samimi lounged in the little courtyard of Sweet Melon Chapel, basking in the sun, watching Niubao practice swordsmanship under its rays. Occasionally, she’d take a stroll, go fishing by the little river out back, or enjoy some fruit and cold drinks.
A seventeen-year-old girl living the retired life of a seventy-year-old.
One thing, though—the otherworldly construction workers built incredibly fast. They were all human cranes.
Sweet Melon Town’s city walls were almost finished, and the craftsmanship was top-notch. The new city walls were said to be able to stand for ten thousand years—exaggeration, of course.
Now, the city wall surrounded a lot of empty land. The areas under the Watermelon Town Chief’s management were all waiting to be developed. If it weren’t for the city walls enclosing the land, Samimi would never have realized Sweet Melon Town was much bigger than she had imagined.
She could discuss with the Town Chief how best to use these undeveloped lands—build more houses and shops, making Sweet Melon Town more than just a big rest stop along the road.
Of course, it was still too early to talk about all that.
The city wall had already used up most of their capital, and building the Medical Association chapel had cost a lot too. Better to save up more before making further plans.
When she first started selling medicine, Samimi thought she was rich—so much money, nowhere to spend it.
But after she became Council President and a wealthy merchant, she realized there was never enough money.
Even though she felt money wasn’t everything, when your power and influence grow, even the city walls go up, you’re sure to attract those greedy for other people’s wealth.
Just like last time with Black Lotus Baron, but he was just a roadside petty noble—not worth mentioning.
Sooner or later, she would encounter much stronger opponents—those powerful figures who stand above the Lady of Fate, using every trick to seize her fortune, and even herself, trying to make her their dog.
“Winds of change—signs before the storm.”
Samimi felt a vague sense of foreboding. As a transmigrator, every time she had a hunch, it always came true.
She tried to stay in the Sweet Melon Chapel, quietly meditating, while Niubao practiced his sword outside.
It was the calm before the storm.
As expected—
A few days later, shocking news swept the entire country from the Royal City.
The current Holy See, Hederich, had fallen ill!
“So they’re really pulling this old trick? And at such a dramatic time!”
Samimi pointed at the freshly printed newspaper, reading the huge headline, feeling a headache coming on.
This kind of major figure suddenly falling ill—this plot wasn’t just a favorite of otherworld light novels. It was a classic routine of most fantasy stories.
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