Passing through the edge of the sparse woods, the bustling lights of Adlock Town were already close at hand. Noisy voices reached her ears, and the rutted dirt road wound beneath her feet, shrouded in a warm glow.
Subconsciously touching the heavy haul at her waist, Mo Jia asked as she walked inward, "Evil God, do you have any special plans next?"
"What is it?" Ivette asked.
"We have ample funds now. If you wish to establish a foothold in town and attract followers, this money should be more than enough." Mo Jia's suggestion sounded extremely practical.
But Ivette was not really an Evil God. What did she need a church for? She immediately rejected the idea. "No need. You can keep the money yourself."
"Alright." Mo Jia nodded calmly, with no change in her delicate, beautiful face.
Yet Ivette could hear the surging waves in her heart. Clearly, that suggestion had essentially been a test—whether the Evil God had helped her recover half the money for some other purpose, such as opening a small church and laying the groundwork for a local congregation.
After Ivette refused, however, Mo Jia's emotions immediately became excited, because that meant the money truly belonged to her, completely and entirely. It was an enormous sum. Even by a conservative estimate, it equaled the total earnings from her past five years as an adventurer!
She was rich!
After wandering the world for so many years, it was the first time she had possessed so much money. The half-elf girl was in an excellent mood, the corners of her lips occasionally lifting before she rationally forced them back down.
If someone had stood beside her with a camera and snapped photos continuously, they would have found that in half the pictures, she wore a sweet smile,