Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

In terms of trade, Shire completely abandoned the high-end adventurer equipment that was sold in one go, and instead set its sights entirely on the pockets of ordinary people and novice adventurers.

Although they are not as wealthy as high-level adventurers, their numbers are large and there is no fierce competition among peers.

There are hundreds of thousands of people using Oral-Li alone. If each household buys one, they can easily earn hundreds of millions of yuan. Not to mention that these kinds of consumer products can also be sold to other countries.

In Xia Er's plan, once he has some competent level 2 junior operators under his command, the merchant guild can use that opportunity to go global.

Lily naturally felt that the more money in her pocket the better, and only by counting Farley's earnings every day could she feel at ease.

Finana's will was strong; she felt that if she didn't kiss Fali every day, she would be devoured by that damned spear and turn into a stubborn and rigid spear saintess.

That won't do. Lily loves Farley the most. She can't even imagine life without Farley.

Alfia, however, did not quite understand Charles's intentions.

"Why go through all this trouble just to earn this little bit of money?"

In her view, as long as there is enough of a Fali, that's fine. Once she runs out, she can easily make a fortune by killing a few monsters.

Loot from deep-seated monsters is sometimes far more valuable than Fari, and it's often priceless.

"His appearance at the Goddess Festival and his use of the black and white harp to affect the health of a large number of residents were probably also for the purpose of launching subsequent products."

“Well, you know me,” Charles muttered.

People like Fels would think that Charles was planning some huge conspiracy, and that he was going crazy and trying to figure out how to minimize the impact.

"I thought you would enjoy the festival. It's rare to have such beautiful elves with you."

"Am I that kind of shallow person?" Charles clicked his tongue, his gaze only drawn to the powerful gravity. Phil Weiss is not worthy of him.

Xia Er smiled and said, "Didn't you dislike me and others participating in the festival?"

Alfia lowered her eyes and put the breathable blindfold back on.

Seeing Alfia's state, Charles stopped his advances. Only by making occasional moves could he more easily capture a woman's heart.

"Well. It's not just about making money. I have a feeling that before long, that tentacle underground will crawl out of the ground, or has already crawled out of the ground and is sleeping in some secret place, so I'm just giving the city a little reminder."

Charles said in a deep voice, "I expect Finn will still abandon the rescue of the dungeon in order to wipe out the evil gods on the ground. Therefore, we must also make some preparations."

In later generations, the 27th Nightmare level was a crucial factor in the severe shortage of adventurers in Orario.

A large number of clansmen and adventurers around level 3 were wiped out by monsters and fallen fairies on the 27th floor. As a result, seven years later, the city could hardly find any level 4 adventurers, and level 3 adventurers were also extremely rare.

"We need to find a way to reverse this trend, bring out a few level 4 adventurers from this group of doomed adventurers, and give Finn another push."

Charles calmly explained his plan to Alfia.

"Use the adventurers sacrificed by Finn to launch a joint war game against the Loki Familia, and it would be best to involve the Freya Familia as well."

"A death match between level 6 individuals can rapidly increase their basic abilities, further accelerating the clock."

Charles also felt that, in addition to these, they could plan some more detailed things.

"Do you need my help?" Alfia asked calmly.

"No need. If you intervene, it will turn into a one-sided massacre," Charles chuckled.

With the Fallen Fairy's magical special attacks, Alfia could stand there and let her beat her up all day long.

He seemed somewhat disheartened upon seeing Alfia, as if he felt unwanted and disappointed.

With a smile, Charles took Alfia's hand and said, "It's a rare Goddess Festival, let's go for a stroll in the streets."

"Eh?"

"Hey, going out to play? Lily wants to too!" Tiny Palu threw down the bill, hugged Ciel's leg, and cried.

"Get to work properly." Charles reached out and flicked Lily's head, adopting a parental tone: "Now you work hard to earn money, and when you're older, you'll have plenty of time to play."

"Gunnununu... Lord Ciel is wicked."

Ciel ignored her and pulled Alfia to her feet: "Let's go. You, as the ace of the Hera Familia, probably never had the chance to properly enjoy a festival like this."

"Yes...that's correct."

As exceptionally talented individuals, these celebrities are treated like stars when they travel, attracting attention everywhere, but also filled with fear.

He instructed Lily to continue making money, and the two left the church hand in hand, disappearing into the bustling streets.

As night fell, the two wandered among the various open-air shops. Alfia would sometimes look down to select beautiful crystal ornaments, and then curiously look at the new delicacies that had appeared in Orario in recent years.

Of course, the true male protagonist of DanMachi is also present—[Fried Potato Ball].

At dinner time, Ciel suggested going to the "Abundant Mistress," but Alfia refused.

"I don't have a good feeling about that gray-haired woman."

So the two of them took a detour to the even more distant [Vissen Cafe].

Alfia maintained the training regimen set by Charles and had a huge appetite, almost emptying Charles's wallet.

A moment later, Alfia wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, covered her round belly, and strolled leisurely down the street.

Chapter 313 Yellow, Purple, Black, Black, Red

Seeing Alfia in this state, Ciel maintained an exaggerated expression.

Are you still Alfia?

"Hmph. What do you want to say?" Alfia's hands were behind her back, her eyes unseen, but the danger could be read from the sly smile that curled at the corners of her mouth.

"Haha, I just wanted to say that it really makes a difference when you're healthy..."

Alfia quietly withdrew her hand from Charles's waist.

Illness was indeed one of the causes, suppressing a great deal of emotion and appetite. Using magic and enchantment to shut down the five senses alleviated the pain. Naturally, there was no extra energy left to enjoy such mundane pleasures.

However, what made her relax and enjoy the rest of her life was the gaze of those around her.

In short, how could Silence, a "genius monster," possibly do something as outrageous as eating a dozen pieces of cake and showing off a dozen bottles of fruit wine in a coffee shop?

But Fia is fine now.

Passing guests would only think that the little girl was a bit greedy, without feeling any other shock.

"Moreover, the goals I need to pursue relentlessly are shared by others, so I feel relaxed and have occasional free time. I don't need to maintain 'silence' all the time, and I can sit for a while, Fia."

"Celebrities face a lot of pressure too. They can't lose their 'cool and aloof queen' persona, I understand, I understand."

"Let you talk..." Alfia withdrew her claws and climbed onto Shar's soft spot.

"Ouch————"

……

Before they knew it, the two of them walked side by side to the Hero's Bridge not far away.

"No matter how many times I set foot here, I am always amazed."

Charles looked at the thirty-one hero statues standing on both sides of the bridge, his face full of longing.

The order is unrelated to birth and death years; they are arranged randomly, and among them is the figure of the knight Flander.

Saluon, the last descendant of the Wolf Emperor; Ivelda, the Amazon Empress; Garzanev, the Undying Lord; Sidu, the Tyrant Spear; Sphia, the Fairy Dynasty; Celtia, the pure and flawless royal fairy saintess…

Beside many statues of heroes, there are great elves who helped them achieve their great deeds.

Charles's thoughts raced.

When will we summon these heroes to fight a Holy Grail War?

Hmm, DanMachi seems to have a "Holy Grail," and it also seems to have the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.

Or, after Fels fulfills his long-cherished wish of obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, could he try to obtain the Holy Grail?

Charles stared blankly at the statue.

Alfia followed Charles's gaze and saw the suspended base in the center of the bridge.

Do you want to go up?

"what?"

"If you want to place your statue on it, I can help you."

Following Alfia's gaze, Charles also saw the empty Hero's Seat.

“They all have powerful spirits by their side, Alfia, you’re not a spirit…” Charles chuckled.

"Isn't there still that kid Alpha?"

"But I want to be with you."

"Hmm... it's not impossible. Nobody said that only one person can stand up there," Alfia pondered the possibility.

"That makes sense. We'll carve everyone from the 'Silent Garden' onto it. If anyone objects, we'll beat them into submission!"

"If the heroes are not convinced, then resurrect them and drag them out to whip their corpses."

Charles's arrogant remarks did not displease Alfia:

"I don't think the title of 'Last Hero' is good enough for you."

Charles waved his hand: "That's enough, that's enough. A few words of boasting after drinking too much is fine..."

"What? To become a hero, one must naturally possess an arrogance far surpassing that of everyone else." Alfia waved her hand dismissively: "Just like the storybook you wrote for Anya, to make something... eternal darkness?"

"Where's that haughty, domineering air?"

"Ahem... Keep your voice down. Are you a little drunk?" Charles stared at Alfia strangely.

"Drunk? No way! Absolutely impossible! With my abnormal resistance level of E, it's impossible for me to get drunk!"

Even though Ais has G-level abnormal resistance, doesn't she still collapse at the slightest touch?

In Charles's view, Alfia was now very sober, but inexplicably a little high-spirited, probably a positive effect of alcohol, which her abnormal resistance hadn't overcome.