Chapter 36: Want to Make Money While Lying Down

Returning our focus to Tessaia’s home.

Litt squatted down, cupping a Bloodhound Hunter Spider in both hands.

Pretending not to know anything, she carefully examined the thing in her hands.

“Did you make this?”

“Yes.”

Red nodded.

He looked around, trying to find the source of that familiar magic.

But the other party was hiding very well—even though Red had pushed his senses to the limit, he still couldn’t find them.

That familiar magic, that powerful concealment.

In Red’s memory, only Letia could pull off something like this.

This priestess who least resembled a priestess—in Dawn’s Edge, she usually hid in the back to heal people, but Red knew that whenever she plunged her cross into the floor, healing became the least of what she could do.

Could it be that Letia had been here?

Thinking of this, Red turned and asked Litt,

“When you were here just now, did you see a priestess in black?”

Hearing Red’s question, Litt’s face remained calm, but inside, she was already drenched in cold sweat.

She never imagined that Red would show up here.

That wasn’t in the script!

Fortunately, she was cautious enough to pull back quickly—if she’d been caught pretending to be Litt just to get close to him, she’d be completely done for.

“A priestess in black?”

Litt tilted her head.

“Nope, didn’t see anyone like that.”

“Is that so?”

Red studied Litt’s face—even just now, when facing those assassins, she hadn’t shown a trace of panic.

Maybe it was because someone was protecting her from the shadows?

Or could it be…

Halfway through the thought, Red shook his head.

Impossible.

No way Letia could fit into Litt’s nun outfit.

With her height and figure, it’d just collapse.

While Red pondered, Litt looked at the Bloodhound Hunter Spider in her palm, weighing her options.

To put it bluntly, she was poor.

She really needed money.

And right before her seemed to be a golden business opportunity.

Judging from its performance just now, this spider would be incredibly useful to most people.

If she could convince Red to mass-produce these treasures, then sell them through her own channels…

Litt could already hear the delightful clink of Gold Coins in her mind, and her lips curled up despite herself.

Wouldn’t that mean… the days of lying around counting money were about to begin?

She cleared her throat, forced down her excitement, and, acting casual, fiddled with the mechanical spider in her palm, asking as naturally as possible:

“Cough, Red, is it difficult to make this little guy?”

“It’s not really difficult.”

As a Magus who loved research, this Bloodhound Hunter Spider was actually the simplest and easiest thing he could create.

“No, no, no, what I mean is—if you handed the process to someone else, would it be hard for them?”

“Emmm…”

Red seemed to realize what Litt was getting at.

“You want me to sell these as products?”

“Ah… If you’re not interested, Red, then just forget it.”

“It’s not that I’m unwilling. I need money too,” Red shrugged.

“As long as you understand the basic principles, this little gadget isn’t hard to make at all. Even an ordinary Magus could do it. But selling it would be tricky. First, we don’t have a license to sell Magitek Devices. Second, we don’t have any sales channels.”

“As for those two problems, I’ve got ways to handle them,” Lit winked, her tone playful.

“But for now, let’s tidy up here and talk it over once we’re back.”

***

The next day arrived.

Thanks to the intervention and help of the knight order, the Slums didn’t break out into major chaos.

Tessaia and her Grandmother were both safe and sound.

As for that group of Brotherhood assassins, it was as if they’d vanished into thin air—no matter how hard the knight order searched, they couldn’t find a single trace.

“Wuaa~”

Litt sat up in bed.

Unlike usual, she hadn’t woken up early today.

The reason was simple: last night, she hadn’t had any Nightmares.

More memories and words appeared in her mind.

Originally, Litt thought that group of Brotherhood assassins had come to kill, burn, and loot, but in reality, that wasn’t it.

From the story and text, it became clear they hadn’t planned to kill anyone.

From the start, they’d only wanted to create the illusion that Tessaia’s Grandmother died in a fire, then kidnap Tessaia.

But apparently someone meddled, the situation spiraled out of control, the fake act became real, and even they themselves perished in the fire.

But when she stopped all of it, the script in her mind changed.

Tessaia’s house was unscathed, the assassins got away without injury, and everything went back to normal.

The script had been successfully rewritten.

For Litt, that was wonderful news.

It meant that as long as she kept going, changing the ending where she was fated to die wasn’t impossible.

Of course, right now the priority was making money.

Otherwise, she’d starve to death before even reaching the twenty-fifth level of the adventure.

Litt reached for the nightstand and looked at her wallet—so empty a mouse could move in.

For a moment, she wanted to cry.

Still, as the saying goes, “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—never look down on a poor girl.”

Last night, Litt had already contacted Otto to ask him to find sales channels for Magitek Devices.

Now, Red would handle the production, the buyers would put up the cash, and as for her?

She didn’t have to do anything but sit in the middle and take a cut!

It couldn’t get any better!

For a lazybones, if she could earn money lying down, she’d never bother sitting up.

At least, that’s how Litt was.

She even envied the succubi a little—just lie down and dream with someone and you’d get paid.

Why couldn’t such good things ever happen to her?

“Let’s get up. Otto’s contacts should be arriving soon.”

Litt dressed herself and went to the living room.

Since she woke up late today, breakfast was naturally Red’s responsibility.

Seeing the sleepy-eyed Litt, Red couldn’t help but tease her.

“This time I got up first. Looks like you were pretty tired last night, Litt.”

He was right.

Last night, by the time the two of them got home, it was already two in the morning.

And since Litt hadn’t had any Nightmares, she hadn’t woken up on her own.

“Well, it’s fine. I’m pretty confident in my cooking.”

“Then I shall respectfully do as you say and enjoy it to the fullest.”

Litt put her hands together, made a show of praying, and then began to eat breakfast.

The same familiar taste as always.

But she couldn’t deny—it was delicious.

After eating and drinking her fill, Litt originally planned to wash the dishes, but at that moment, the doorbell rang.

“Ding dong~”

“Looks like the buyer’s here. I’ll go greet them.”

Litt stood up, preparing to open the door for Otto’s contact.

Full of anticipation, she walked toward the entryway.

The door slowly opened, and sunlight streamed in, as if the gateway to a new world had been unlocked.

“Miss Litt, who broke someone’s nose with a yellow book, I’m here to talk business with you.”

Staring at Otto’s blond, sorry-looking face at the door, the warm smile froze on Litt’s face, stuck in place.

“Bang!”

The door slammed shut with a heavy thud.