Good heavens! The bishop swallowed hard, remaining silent for a moment.
At this moment, he didn’t know whether to feel sorry for his holy water or to be shocked by the demon’s utter lack of restraint.
A demon who could drink holy water like water—this was the first time he had ever seen such a thing.
No… perhaps it wasn’t a demon because ordinary demons could never do this!
A terrifying suspicion arose in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it, no longer daring to act presumptuously in front of the other party.
Such a being hadn’t appeared on the Lingxi Continent for nearly a thousand years. Although he worshipped the God of Light, the God of Light seemed to have fallen into a slumber, and was no longer heeding the prayers of his followers.
This was a continent forsaken by the gods, surrounded by beast tides, mired in despair, rife with conflict, and where prayers remained unanswered.
The appearance of such a being at this time, he didn’t know whether it was good or bad.
Looking at the groaning knights and priests behind him, the bishop bowed his head to this “demon” and said in a deep voice, “Your Excellency, please save them.”
Remembering what the other had just said, he took out all his gold coins and gently placed them on the table.
Lu Sinian’s eyes lit up, this was a huge order: “One Band-Aid for each injured person, anything else?”
The bishop guessed that this shopkeeper might also be a god, and the things he sold must be extraordinary. Perhaps he could take them to the church to study and save more people.
The church lacked everything, but it didn’t lack gold coins.
“One of everything, please.”
Lu Sinian perked up immediately. After counting the number of people, there were exactly twenty-six—almost enough to buy the entire shop.
He tossed the gold coins into the cash register, instantly deducting a portion of the purchase amount.
[Congratulations Master, 9360 Energy Coins have been credited to your account, balance 11350]
Having broken through the five-figure mark for the first time, Lu Sinian was in high spirits. He shook the bishop’s hand and solemnly said, “Welcome back again next time.”
The bishop was flattered and nodded repeatedly, his heart subtly tipping towards Lu Sinian.
If these things were truly useful, he would definitely not hesitate to use them and would promote them to the church.
The atmosphere was harmonious for a moment, and the injured knight, after applying a bandage, recovered at an extremely fast pace.
But then, a discordant voice broke in.
“Your Excellency, this is inappropriate! This is a genuine demon! The God of Light dispels all darkness, and to associate with such an evil creature—aren’t you afraid of punishment from the Church of Light?!” Seeing the situation escalating, Alec interrupted them anxiously.
He was waiting to take over the shop, but things had taken an unexpected turn, and veered off course.
The bishop frowned, fearing Alec would anger him, and waved his sleeve: “Take those gold coins back. The church has no shortage of treasures.”
Alec opened his mouth, but found no further opportunity to speak, and could only retreat angrily.
This bishop was truly impervious to both soft and hard tactics. If he reported this to the Church of Light—a bishop chatting and laughing with a demon—the church would likely not tolerate him.
Hmph, he’s courting death.
He’s incompetent, and unable even to kill a demon, where does he get the audacity to be a bishop?
He glanced vaguely at Lu Sinian at the counter, but ultimately dared not jump out again.
The strange power he had just encountered had truly taken its toll. He secretly hid the band-aids he had just received, deciding to take them, along with the cola he had bought earlier, to the main city to gain the trust of the nobles.
With a large sum of gold coins in his pocket, Lu Sinian pressed the elevator button, and sent everyone away one by one.
He had initially bought thirty-five items of various kinds, and now he had sold more than half of them, leaving only six or seven loose items.
The cluster of lights looked rather pitiful, and besides, he couldn’t restock today. He could only sell what they had.
Cola was the most popular item. It was what initially made the shop famous. Although it had a significant limitation—it could only be used once—most people attracted to the shop were there to level up, so cola still had a market.
Next were band-aids. Warriors were inevitably injured while fighting monsters every day. A single band-aid could save a life, so it was never a bad thing to carry one, even if it wasn’t immediately useful.
The hardest to sell was undoubtedly durian candy. Even potato chips attracted a few mages, but durian candy with its pungent smell, successfully repelled everyone, and for days it had been almost completely ignored.
Lu Sinian decided he had to open up the durian candy market and gradually get customers used to its taste!
A soft ding-dong sounded, and another new customer had arrived.
Within the city of Vesta, this general store was quite famous. Its most effective form of advertising was the promotion of those around it. As the number of people buying cola gradually increased, naturally, even those who initially didn’t believe it began to waver.
Gus was one of them. A veteran of countless battles, and having carved his way through the beast tides solely through sheer willpower, he utterly scoffed at such rumors.
In his opinion, anyone who believed such rumors was a fool trying to take shortcuts to ascension—it was utterly laughable.
But he watched helplessly as a friend of his, originally a low-level warrior, returned from the abyss and directly advanced to a mid-level warrior.
Gus had already successfully advanced to a high-level warrior years ago, but seeing no hope of further advancement, he focused on his family, spending these years worrying endlessly about his illness.
Because he had previously chosen to forcibly increase his magic power by consuming monster meat, his magic core was showing faint cracks, and he occasionally suffered from violent tempers, often losing control of his temper and reason.
This is a common occurrence for warriors who eat monster meat, though the severity varies. While monsters contain a large amount of magical energy that can be absorbed, the impurities are numerous. If not processed after consumption, toxins accumulate in their spiritual energy.
The purifying magic ointment capable of cleansing spiritual energy is extremely rare and expensive, especially in the small city of Vesta. His poisoning worsened daily.
If his wife hadn’t heard of the extraordinary abilities of this general store and tearfully urged him to search for the magic ointment in the abyss, he wouldn’t have come.
Thinking of his kind wife and obedient, and adorable daughter, Gus couldn’t bear to leave them and decided to venture into the abyss.
He plummeted into the abyss and arrived at the general store via an elevator.