After Loran left the coffee shop, a stealthy figure opened the door and walked in.
Kariel was savoring the taste of Loran’s lips.
Seeing the visitor, she lazily swirled the brandy in her hand and asked:
“What is it?
The Fifth Prince’s Nightingale actually has time to visit me?”
Nightingale removed her mask.
Revealing the wheat-colored skin characteristic of a Dark Elf and a beautiful, frigid face.
She asked coldly.
“That nun just now—what did she sell here?”
Kariel shook her glass nonchalantly.
“Protecting the privacy of our customers is a rule of this establishment.
Even if you belong to the Fifth Prince, it’s no exception.”
“She isn’t a customer; she’s an important pawn in the Fifth Prince’s plan.
You are interfering with the progress of that plan.”
Nightingale approached the counter and stared straight at Kariel.
“I want to know what Loran Kahn sold here and how much money she received.”
Kariel’s smile vanished, and she furrowed her brows.
“Nightingale, watch your words.
Do not speak to me in that commanding tone.”
“The Fifth Prince and I are merely in a partnership; I am not his subordinate.”
“What I choose to do is my own business.”
“Not disclosing customer privacy is a principle of Pink Harbor, and it’s my principle as well.
Now, get out.”
Nightingale didn’t back down in the slightest and said:
“You are interfering with the plan’s progress.
I will report this truthfully to His Highness.”
“Pfft!
Suit yourself~”
Kariel gave a sneer and continued to savor her brandy, completely unbothered.
Nightingale grew somewhat angry and slammed both hands onto the counter with a loud thud.
“Could it be that you’ve taken a liking to her?”
“I must remind you, she is already in His Highness’s pocket.
She is not something you can lay your hands on.”
Kariel was so angry she laughed.
She had been a Succubus Witch for so many years.
This was the first time she had ever been threatened by a mere Mid-tier Practitioner.
She released a wave of magical pressure and narrowed her eyes, staring at Nightingale like a venomous snake.
“Little girl, if I were you, I wouldn’t use that tone to hiss at your master’s partner.”
“My cooperation with the Fifth Prince hasn’t reached the point where I’d let it interfere with my business.”
“If you want to be a good dog and help your master, you should find a way yourself instead of coming here to bark at me.”
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind letting your master have a taste of dog meat stew.”
Nightingale felt the heavy magical pressure, and her face turned pale.
Was this really the pressure of someone who was also a Mid-tier Practitioner?
Could it be…
that even among those of the same tier, there was such a gap?
Forced by the situation, she had no choice but to lower her head slightly and bow.
“My apologies, Your Excellency.
I have overstepped.”
“I hope this will not affect the cooperation between Your Excellency and His Highness.”
Immediately after, she left the coffee shop dejectedly.
Kariel watched Nightingale’s pathetic retreating figure and chuckled “tee-hee-hee” once again.
Then she drained her glass in one gulp, her thoughts returning to Loran.
She thought of the so-called “code” Loran had given.
“How interesting~ Elna of Fushan~”
“Where did that delicious Little Nun hear that name~”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard anyone call me that.
The last time…
must have been six hundred years ago~”
…
Back in her second-floor workshop at the New Sprout Street Church, Loran took off her cloak and tossed it aside.
Then she cheered happily.
Eighty-five gold coins!
Eighty-five gold coins!
She had never seen so much money, not even back on Earth.
This was equivalent to earning 850,000 in a single night.
If she were still on Earth, that would be a house in a third-tier city!
Of course, in this world, it was also enough for a house.
If it weren’t for the pressure of her debts, she might have even entertained the idea of just coasting through life on the profits of the mighty potion.
Of course, it was just a thought; she still hoped to achieve immortality and live a life of luxury and power in this other world.
She poured the gold coins out of the bag and carefully stored them in the safe built into the workshop wall.
Today’s work was a perfect success~
…
The next day, after another day of hard work, Loran closed the doors and looked at the system with a long face; the faith points she had gained were pitifully low.
This was normal.
How many followers would visit a church next to the Slums?
Everyone was too busy trying to make a living.
Although she could steal a tiny bit of faith from every customer.
That small amount of faith was far from enough for the system.
The cost for entry-level skills had already doubled.
For example, [Low-tier Alchemy] already required 3,000 faith points.
Relying on just dozens of points a day, it would take forever to unlock.
She was heavily in debt and needed to upgrade her skills as quickly as possible.
According to her observations, if she wanted more faith points, she had to start with herself.
Was there a practical skill that was cheap, effective, efficient, and had few side effects?
Oh, there actually was.
It was just that, given the system’s usual style, it was a bit shameful.
Steeling herself and using her few remaining gold coins and faith points, Loran opened the system panel.
“Successfully unlocked skills: [Nun Uniform Modification] and [Tender Preaching].”
As the gold coins gradually vanished into transparency, knowledge flowed into Loran’s mind.
Those prayer vocal techniques sounded suspiciously like a vixen’s; Loran was even afraid she might get slapped by the God of Light mid-prayer.
A new style of nun uniform also appeared in her hands.
Unlike the gender-neutral monastic robes, it looked more like an alluring nun cosplay outfit from Earth.
The design was enough to make one blush.
If she wore it now, she wouldn’t look like a nun at all.
She would look more like a little succubus selling uniform-themed packages in Pink Harbor.
But for the sake of faith points, she had to compromise.