After symbolically rubbing the Monkey God’s head, Red picked up the demon potion and prepared to return to the shop.
Although he had set up quite a few warning and defensive measures in the shop, he still felt a little uneasy.
Litt herself didn’t have any combat ability at all—apart from her status and identity, she was really just an ordinary person.
She couldn’t be compared to those adventurers like himself who had been to the Dungeon.
After all, as long as you entered the Dungeon and delved deeper and deeper, you could greatly increase your own strength.
Otherwise, why would so many people rush into that dangerous and dark Dungeon like moths to a flame?
Isn’t it all for power?
Pure wealth couldn’t attract those princes and nobles to risk themselves in such a dangerous place.
But now… the Dungeon had nothing to do with him anymore.
He was satisfied just to stay here and return to a simple, honest life.
But if he’d said that to Liz in the past, she would probably have scolded him for lacking ambition.
Red sighed and shook his head.
Maybe, in the future, Liz would grow stronger and stronger, and the gap between them would widen.
In just a year or two, she would become a powerful existence he could only look up to, and they would no longer be people from the same world.
Their goals would never overlap again.
And if he had to say what his own goal was… to find a virtuous wife?
As he thought of this, Litt’s figure uncontrollably surfaced in Red’s mind.
Emmm…
From a rational point of view, this possibility seemed rather slim.
As his thoughts grew hazy again, soon, another girl in what looked like a wedding dress appeared before him.
It was a petite, adorable figure, with a playful smile on her face.
When Red took a closer look at her face…
My.
God.
Monkey God!
Such a terrifying thought made Red shake his head repeatedly.
He didn’t dare to imagine further, not at all.
He was afraid if he thought any more, it would become Letia straddling him, stripping him naked, patting his thigh with an utterly lewd smile on her face, step by step approaching him…
Sss…
Is this some kind of tragic world?
Red felt his brain trembling.
Throwing all these chaotic thoughts out of his mind, Red finally stood in front of the shop door.
But then he found that the door was actually closed, and looking in through the glass, Litt wasn’t at the counter either.
His heart skipped a beat.
Did something really happen?
But with so many Warning Arrays, plus the protection of the Warning Falcon and Blood-Hunting Spider, even the Hand of Gaeboa was guarding the place.
If Litt had gone out for something, he should have received a notice.
So why was she missing now?
In a hurry, he fished out his key, unlocked the shop door, and rushed inside.
As soon as he entered, he found that all the Armor and Knight Swords that had originally been displayed in the shop had practically been swept clean, leaving him even more baffled.
If someone had kidnapped Litt, why take so much equipment?
Just as Red was puzzled, a sound of footsteps came from the back room.
He turned to see Litt, carrying some things, push open the door and walk out.
Litt sharply caught the lingering shock and tension on Red’s face.
True confusion flickered in her clear gray eyes as she tilted her head and asked with concern:
“Red? What’s wrong? You don’t look… so well?”
“Nothing.”
Red took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the residual panic in his heart, deliberately keeping his voice calm.
Although he didn’t know what Litt had been busy with in the back room, seeing her safe and sound before him finally let his suspended heart settle.
His gaze swept over the now rather empty shop as he casually asked,
“Where are all the weapons and Armor from the shop?”
It sounded more like a diversion.
“Ah! Speaking of that—!”
Litt’s eyes lit up instantly.
Like a cheerful fawn, she skipped up to Red, her face overflowing with pure, radiant joy as she eagerly pulled two neatly folded, beautifully printed Deposit Checks from her nun’s robe pocket.
Unlike Letia, that greedy one, the smile on Litt’s face was entirely for Red’s sake.
“Red! Red! Did you know? We landed a huge order on our very first day!” she gestured excitedly, “It was Captain Liz from Dawnblade! She bought every single Knight Sword on display—didn’t leave a single one!”
Litt took a breath, her smile even brighter, her voice rising a notch.
“And, and! Captain Brian of the Scarlet Legion came too, and he was even more impressive. He packed up all the Armor and took them all—didn’t leave even one!”
She stuffed the two checks into Red’s hand, filled with a sense of accomplishment.
“Look! These are the Deposit Checks they paid! Today… it’s a Dawn of Prosperity for us!”
Saying this, Litt wiped the sweat from her forehead, her face glowing with genuine happiness.
As for how much commission she’d taken?
To be honest, she wouldn’t dare pocket even a bit.
After all, this was all Red’s money, and Litt wasn’t someone with a greedy personality.
As for the sweat on her forehead…
Actually, Litt hadn’t been busy in the back room at all.
After closing the two deals, she’d circled around the defensive arrays Red had set up, chased after the customers, and beat Red back to the shop before he returned.
Honestly, watching the fun was a hassle.
“Umm…”
As she spoke, Litt’s face turned a little red.
She seemed to realize her excitement was a bit much, and with a shy little voice, she said, “Sorry, sorry, I got a bit carried away.”
“It’s fine.”
Red smiled.
Litt’s personality—always thinking of others—really was a bit too kind.
“You can take a cut from the deals too. After all, it’s your sales skills that got us these big orders.”
“Hmph~”
Litt stretched out her finger and poked Red’s cheek playfully, winking.
“Correct that last part, it’s our shop.”
As she spoke, Litt didn’t forget to point at the shop sign outside, indicating that she was right.
“Red Litt Workshop, you know.”
Looking at the wooden sign outside, Red couldn’t help but mutter under his breath,
“You added those two characters in the middle yourself, didn’t you…”
But Litt either didn’t hear or pretended not to, leaning in and changing the topic.
“By the way… Red, where did you go just now? Your body… smells like a woman’s perfume.”
Hearing that, Red froze, subconsciously sniffing his own arm.
Letia’s scent was faint, and shouldn’t have lingered on him.
But as soon as he made that move, he realized—wasn’t he just confessing?
“Letia?”
“Yeah…”
Red scratched his head; in the end, he didn’t want to lie to Litt.
And honestly, nothing had happened between him and Letia anyway, right?
“It’s just that I was a bit curious about what happened during the last open day, so I went to investigate, and happened to run into Letia. I hired her to help investigate too. After all… she’s a Battle Priest of the Holy Tribunal, really professional at handling this kind of thing.”
After Red’s explanation, Litt didn’t get angry.
In fact, from the start she hadn’t been angry, just smiling as she said,
“It feels like you and Letia are pretty close, but now that I think about it… well, she is your type, so it’s only natural you’d have some ideas… but…”
At this point, Litt hesitated for a moment, and after a pause, she spoke again.
“Even though the Lord is forgiving, things like… physical transactions are absolutely forbidden!”
“Hmm?”
Red’s eyes widened, but Litt said, righteously,
“Letia passed by just now and told me about it…”
“What did she… say?”
Red felt a bad feeling rising in his heart as Litt slowly opened her slender, fair palm, looking at Red very seriously.
“Five thousand coins… to buy her five times.”
“Cough—!”
Hearing that, Red nearly choked to death.
What was this?
This was a thief crying ‘stop thief!’
This was the villain complaining first!
This was quoting out of context!
That Letia, she’d definitely said this on purpose!
“No, no!”
Red waved his hands desperately, explaining, “It’s not what you think!”
But halfway through, a more fatal question came to mind:
If he admitted it was Letia clamping him with her thighs five times…
That didn’t sound right either!
Cold sweat poured down Red’s forehead like a waterfall as he froze in place, his brain’s CPU overheating from overdrive.
Now, saying it would be bad, not saying it would also be bad.
Confess and die, don’t confess… still social death.
Just as Red was torn with anxiety, Litt turned her head a little, her face flushed, and gently took Red’s hand, adding in a voice as quiet as a mosquito,
“I think… a boy who can’t control his own desires… is really useless.”
What a cruel girl.