Hao Ren still remembered exactly what Becky had looked like when she first came to stay with him: dressed in a shabby suit of leather armor, with a dagger and longsword hanging from her waist, a faded old scarf wrapped around her neck, and her hair hastily tied into a ponytail because she had no time to care for it. After sleeping rough and dining in the open, she looked as if she had just returned from a self-driving tour of Tibet. Becky had been a beautiful girl even then, but she had carried a distinctly rustic air, and the rough side of her mercenary background had been impossible to hide.
The Becky of today was almost a completely different person from the one back then. If she walked down the street without a name tag over her head, no one would have been able to tell that she had come from another world...
"Pretty good, right?" Becky noticed that not only Hao Ren but everyone else nearby was staring at her in astonishment, and she immediately spread her arms and spun around proudly. "I picked out the clothes myself. Your world isn't bad at all, hey. There are pretty clothes and delicious food everywhere. I still don't quite trust all your 'technology' stuff, but everything else is really great. It's much more comfortable than my old hometown."
"Looks like you adapted quickly," Hao Ren said, nodding in relief. Of all the people he had accidentally brought out with him, this mercenary girl was honestly the one who worried him the most. Seeing that Becky seemed to be enjoying her life now, he finally felt much more at ease. "But speaking of which... where did you get the money to buy clothes? Did Nangong May give it to you?"
"Prize