That afternoon, the goblin Guy arrived at the Flower Shop on schedule and reported on recent developments to Ron.
All three batches of nuns had arrived at the suburban land, for a total of 235 older auntie nuns—slightly more than Sylvie's previous count.
After all, the convent's last census of nuns across the various regions had been conducted this spring, so minor discrepancies were normal.
Ron wished there were even more nuns.
After all, these mages only needed food and lodging in exchange for tirelessly providing magical labor. They were a fortune beyond anyone else's imagination.
The nuns were now divided into ten groups of twenty-odd people each. Two groups rotated at a time, and they could easily cover two or three days' worth of work.
Elemental Card production could now easily reach over ten thousand per day. If they were willing to work three shifts, even more than a hundred thousand a day would be no problem.
While two groups of nuns used the Plant Growth Technique and other magic to cultivate and harvest Everchanging Radish leaves, the other eight groups had ample time for entertainment besides their routine prayers and meditative cultivation.
Namely, Elemental Cards, Legendary Kill, and the women's killer—mahjong.
Of course, the word "mahjong" was not easy to translate into the language of this other world, so Ron simply gave it a name: "War of the Gods."
This name, reeking of a cheap web game from his original world, had merely been a momentary bout of Ron's bad taste. Yet the nuns adored it.
The three basic tile types symbolizing "gold coins," "magic," and "battle aura," coupled with the emblems of the seven major orthodox churches, struck the auntie nuns' sensitive spots with pinpoint precision.
Ron only knew the simplest Hangzhou mahjong. In it, the "White