I Think You Need Healing

Nolan, Hearthstone tavern.

After Joshua returned to Hearthstone tavern, a massive pile of bills awaited him on his desk for review.

"Ciri, want to hear a joke?"

Joshua flipped through the bills recently organized by Madam Ma Linna, speaking to Ciri who was practicing painting in the other corner of the study.

The Purple-robed One had resumed guidance for Ciri after returning to Nolan, and recently Ciri's study content had shifted from illusions to oil paints.

So Ciri was currently gesturing before a huge canvas inside the study.

As time passed, a post-modern abstract painting appeared on the canvas.

Ciri had grown so accustomed to using the drawing tools on the Weave recently that she almost forgot how to mix the colors of oil paint.

No... if Joshua remembered correctly, Ciri had never studied oil painting at all.

"What joke?"

Ciri raised her head to look at Joshua, her cheeks already smeared with various intermingled colors of oil paint.

"I no longer have the money to pay the prize money for the Holy Spirit Tournament champion."

The moment Joshua uttered this sentence, the brush Ciri had just touched against the canvas exerted too much force, and as the brushstroke swept downward, the entire painting was instantly ruined.

"This isn't a joke, it's a ghost story!"

Ciri didn't even want to bother with that failed piece; she immediately ran to the front of Joshua's desk, slamming her paint-stained hands onto Joshua's desk.

"So I'm planning to start saving now," Joshua said.

"Start saving now? Three hundred thousand gold coins..."

Ciri immediately began counting on her fingers for a long time, finally giving up on tallying this astronomical sum that couldn't be exchanged even if a hundred of her were packed up and sold.

"Why don't we secretly change the prize money