Miss Riddler just wants to level up in peace.

About ten minutes later, the old man returned with a solemn expression.

He looked outside suspiciously, then immediately closed the door.

He hunched over and asked in a low voice, "Miss, how much of this do you have? Our ticket shop will take it all."

If they are willing to provide it only to them, the ticket agency is willing to give them an extra 20%, which shows they are very good at doing business.

Ziyao had the same idea. After whetting her appetite for a while, she called over the wooden box containing the wood ash pellets.

Theresa watched in stunned silence. She hadn't heard what the two were saying, but after a few words, the old man immediately agreed to Nightingale's price increase.

These meatballs are worthless; not only will they give you diarrhea if you eat them, but they can also be sold for fifty coins.

Leaving the pawnshop, Theresa carried a bag full of cash in both hands, filling it with copper coins.

"With so much money, are we going to the shrine now?!"

Although the process was strange, with so much money, getting a priesthood would be a piece of cake.

As long as they make offerings, they can easily become members of the shrine, and it will be very simple for them to enter.

"No, let's go throw money around."

Ziyao stretched out a finger and pointed to the empty space next to her.

"why?"

Theresa was completely confused. What was going on this time?

Since the money was obtained by Ziyao, she couldn't say anything, so she just watched from the sidelines.

Money makes the world go round. Ziyao found a few helpers, and in less than half an hour, a temporary stall was set up.

Potatoes and eggs that I bought were piled up next to me as small gifts.

Healing & Fortune Telling & Predicting Good and Bad Fortune

This was written on the huge board, with an additional line of text added in vermilion ink.

[No fees are charged; participants will even pay 20 yuan.]

[The 233rd generation successor of the Flying Pasta Association is about to make a decision that goes against the traditions of his ancestors—]

More and more people gradually arrived.

At first, everyone just watched and discussed it.

Someone tried to take a look and was surprised to find that there were actually tips and small gifts.

This is undoubtedly a bombshell.

The simple townspeople had never seen anything like it before, and they lined up to come over, making it very lively for a while.

It doesn't matter if the calculation is inaccurate, the key is that you can get the money, and you can also get a potato or an egg.

Using the classic combination of tactics employed by health product salespeople, Ziyao successfully took the first step in her plan.

Half an hour later, all the gifts were distributed, and the morning's work officially came to an end.

The girl said she would come again this afternoon and thanked everyone for their support.

The crowd dispersed, and the money he had just received was gone in a flash.

“Tatata..…”

Just as she was about to pack up her stall, Ziyao saw a familiar figure.

Mei walked from the street corner and headed towards the pharmacy across the street.

"Mei!?"

Theresa wanted to go up and say hello, but Ziyao stopped her.

"Miss, would you like your fortune told?"

Ziyao invited softly, as if she were waiting for someone to take the bait.

“…”

The girl walked on by herself, deliberately ignoring them, her expression indifferent.

Ziyao didn't chase after her and continued to sit at the stall.

"Don't worry, she'll be here."

Ziyao noticed the oil paper bag in Mei's hand and easily guessed her destination.

Inside the pharmacy, several townspeople were discussing Ziyao's distribution of money, which caught Mei's attention.

Give them money?

The poor get poorer and the rich get richer in this town, so how could anyone possibly give out money?

Judging from that shoddy stall, it's probably run by a charlatan or a con artist.

The townspeople's words confirmed her suspicions: the so-called fortune telling was inaccurate.

After obtaining the medicinal herbs, Mei returned the way she came.

The girl had a katana hanging from her waist and wore brocade clothes. Passersby avoided her when they saw her because she was a member of the shrine.

The shrine dominated the town's production and daily life, naturally becoming incredibly wealthy, and almost every priest could afford to wear cotton-padded clothes.

"Please wait, Miss Raiden Mei."

The girl revealed her real name in a single sentence, causing Mei to stop in her tracks.

"You must have many doubts in your heart, so why not give it a try?"

As she spoke, she swung the divination stick container, and several wooden sticks tangled together, making a rustling sound.

"can."

Only then did Mei get a clear look at the girl's appearance.

The girl, dressed in a light blue shrine maiden's outfit, looked like an elf stepping out of a painting, her aura pure and untainted by the mud.

I have a vague feeling that I've seen this somewhere before...

Taking a few steps forward, with a skeptical attitude, Mei pulled out the wooden stick.

———【Great fortune, suitable for forming a bond】.

Volume 1: Chapter 80 Flying Pasta Association (Part 2)

"Auspicious sign. It seems you're about to have some luck in love."

The priestess explained with a gentle laugh, her eyes softening.

The blue and white striped bodice unfolds alternately, and a pretty bow is tied at the waist of the shrine maiden's outfit. A few bellflowers are faintly visible on the clothes.

Pure yet with a hint of allure, just like freshly chilled Caran wine.

"How do you know my name?"

Mei's attitude was distant, and she found the shrine maiden in front of her very suspicious.

Ziyao and the other girl had disguised themselves, so she couldn't recognize them.

She went out today to help buy medicine. Ling's cold was worse than yesterday, and she kept coughing.

Kiana was busy running around, and her haggard appearance touched Kiana's heart.

"Because we are very destined to meet, or rather, I really like you."

The shrine maiden rested her chin on one hand, sizing up Mei's beauty.

Her undisguised gaze was very direct, especially lingering on his chest for quite a while.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Mei put down the wooden stick and made a move to leave.

"As far as I know, one of your friends is imprisoned in a stone cell. Are you going to just stand by and watch her suffer?"

Ziyao didn't stop her, but instead took out a deck of cards used for fortune telling.

One sentence made the girl turn around immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Mei returned to the stall.

"Please take a seat."

"Thank you, but no need."

Mei had a sword hanging at her waist and wore a fitted dress that allowed her to move freely while also looking very dashing and heroic.

"We can't see eye to eye," Mei thought, finding the shrine maiden in front of her frivolous, even though she was clearly a very beautiful person.

If the other party didn't know a lot, she wouldn't have stayed a second longer.

"How about I tell your fortune?"

Unfolding the playing cards—the style is bizarre, but it's just a formality, after all.

"you are?"

This era shouldn't have poker. Although it's a space of consciousness, it's still largely in line with history.

Mei immediately became suspicious of Ziyao's identity.

"I'm someone who's in love with Mei, you know?"

"...What should I call you?"

Mei paused for a moment, her voice completely calm.

It's aloof and always carries a sense of distance.

After the collapse of Changkong City six months ago, the girl deliberately kept her distance from others.

Like a flower on a high mountain, it inspires awe and fear.

"How are you, darling?"

Ziyao held up one finger, mimicking Alicia's speaking style.

It's not so bad to be a slut occasionally, taking pleasure in toying with others.