"This little fortress is way too extravagant!"
"I'm so jealous I could die!"
Seeing the crowd in the distance enjoying fresh Fruits of the Saintess, Eureka felt like his soul had taken yet another devastating blow.
"Galdorin, you said these Fruits of the Saintess don't enhance cultivation. Is it really worth picking them up?"
Still reeling from shock, Eureka turned to the chief magus for an answer.
"So what if they don't enhance cultivation?"
"The value of the Fruit of the Saintess lies in its rarity! Not only is it delicious, but it's a supreme status symbol!"
"Do you realize, even these crushed ones—if we take them back, we could trade them for favors from top-tier grand mentors!"
Galdorin's expression was deadly serious.
"Sigh!"
"Fine, let's keep picking them up then!"
Eureka tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, staring at the stars in resignation before bending down once again to pick up the crushed Fruits of the Saintess.
—
Half an hour later.
