Three-Second X-Ray Vision, You Deserve It (Seeking Recommendation Votes!)

"Mmm..."

Ron's internal clock functioned right on time, causing him to open his eyes at six in the morning.

He reached out to tug at the hem of his pants and sighed.

Another stiff morning, it seems...

With a kip-up, Ron jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, where he finally found relief after holding it for quite a while.

Afterward, he got dressed, went downstairs to the courtyard, and began his morning exercise.

Before starting, he brewed a cup of Golden Red Chrysanthemum tea and ate a petal of the Golden Red Chrysanthemum before he began to circulate the Bright Sword Canon.

As his body began to warm up, Ron performed the standard movements of the technique, squeezing out strands of "qi" and guiding them to flow through his body.

Starting today, he could use the Golden Red Chrysanthemum to cultivate, increasing the speed at which he practiced his Battle Qi.

After an hour of morning exercise, Ron made a rough estimation.

If he hadn't had the Golden Red Chrysanthemum, based on his previous progress, it would have taken him at least another half a month to attempt a promotion to a First-Rank Warrior.

But now, with the help of the Golden Red Chrysanthemum, perhaps in just a few days, he could attempt to condense a Battle Qi Vortex.

It feels like the system is doing this on purpose... Ron thought while walking into the bathroom, sweating profusely as he showered.

The first plant was the Nether Orchid, which could improve a mage's meditation efficiency, and the second was the Golden Red Chrysanthemum, which could increase the speed of Battle Qi cultivation; it was as if they were tailor-made specifically for him.

This made him look forward to the reward for the main quest, that plant called the Scale Vine; he wondered what special effects it might have.

After showering, Ron didn't enter the Dimensional Plane as he usually did, but instead went to the first floor of the Flower Shop and pulled up the shutter.

Sure enough, a thin, small figure was already waiting there, though he had no idea how long she had been standing there.

Ron smiled helplessly: "Why are you just standing outside? Didn't you knock?"

Nora looked up at Ron, then lowered her head, her voice crisp: "I just arrived."

"Come in." Ron didn't ask further, stepping aside to invite her into the shop.

Nora followed him in, curiously observing the layout of the shop.

Although she had seen the interior of the shop from afar before, the feeling of actually walking inside was different.

These beautiful transparent glasses looked very precious.

Nora walked cautiously, afraid of dirtying anything in the shop.

She followed Ron to the foot of the stairs, paused, and asked suspiciously: "Why are we going upstairs?"

Ron had just stepped onto the stairs; he turned while holding the railing and laughed: "You haven't had breakfast yet, right? The dining table is upstairs. We can sign your employment contract while we're at it."

"Ah? Oh..." Nora nodded in realization, following him with a bit of embarrassment.

Although she had tentatively decided to trust Ron, Nora still maintained a basic level of vigilance toward him. It might sound a bit ungrateful, but this had been Nora's way of surviving for over a decade.

Ron brought her to the second-floor living room, had her sit at the dining table, heated some milk, fried eggs and bacon, and served it with wheat bread—that counted as breakfast.

Nora was a bit uncomfortable at first, sitting on the clean chair and looking at the clean table in front of her, feeling like she didn't know where to put her hands.

She subconsciously tugged at her tattered robe, looked down to see that she had dirtied the chair a little, and felt flustered and at a loss.

But once the breakfast was served, the smell of the cooked food immediately tempted her.

Ron sat opposite her and signaled that she could start, so Nora didn't stand on ceremony anymore and began to wolf down the food.

By the time she finished, she realized Ron had only eaten half of his.

Nora blushed instantly.

She kept her head down, holding a fork, using it to spear breadcrumbs from her plate into her mouth while secretly observing Ron from the corner of her eye.

Ron held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, cutting his food with elegant, fluid motions before putting it into his mouth; everything about him gave off a very comfortable vibe.

This was a habit Ron Andre had cultivated in the palace since childhood. Even though Ron had transmigrated, these habits remained in his body.

Watching this scene, Nora touched her tattered robe with her left hand, feeling that she was completely out of place here.

"If you don't mind, you can go take a shower in the bathroom first." Ron, halfway through his meal, noticed Nora had finished and stopped his knife and fork to say.

"Ah? A... a shower?" Nora leaned back against the chair, a flush rising on her face, her tongue tied as she panicked, "Why do I need to take a shower..."

Seeing her reaction, Ron couldn't help but rest his forehead on his hand, amused: "Don't be so guarded all the time... Working in a flower shop, even if you don't shower, you should at least wash your face, right?"

Only then did Nora realize that she had been consciously keeping her face dirty, and over time, she had just gotten used to it.

Being reminded by Ron, she realized it was indeed the case.

"Then I'll go wash my face..." Nora said, standing up from the chair.

"I've prepared a uniform for you in the bathroom. If you can, you should take a shower and change into it. I won't agree to you working in the shop wearing that," Ron said, looking down to cut his food. "The bathroom door can be locked from the inside; the key is on the handle. You can take it off before going in. In any case, I won't peek, so don't worry."

Nora looked down at her patched, tattered robe and replied in a small voice: "Oh..."

"To be honest, with your figure, there's probably nothing worth looking at anyway."

Hearing this, Nora looked up at Ron in a huff, but seeing him looking down and eating his food in a slow, leisurely, and elegant manner, she immediately deflated.

"Hmph..."

Nora walked into the bathroom, and before long, the sound of splashing water echoed from within.

Ron finished his breakfast and sat on the sofa, his mind beginning to wander as he listened to the noise.

System: "Daily task triggered."

[Daily Task]--[Peep at the Cat-kin bathing]:

"Specific requirements: Find a way to peek at the Cat-kin while she is bathing before she finishes."

"Task reward: Hehehe."

"..." Ron narrowed his eyes, speechless and not knowing what to say.

The System really had no bottom line anymore...

Where is your integrity!?

Should I spend some Wealth Points to exchange for some integrity for you!?

This task reward is just too perverse!?

[Shop]

[Grant the ability to see through bathroom doors]: 10 Wealth Points for 3 seconds (Temporary item, automatically deleted after the Cat-kin finishes bathing)

Hiss...

A petite figure suddenly appeared in Ron's mind, with a pair of light black cat ears on her head and a thin, long cat tail behind her.

Hot water poured down from above, soaking her body, her ears, and her tail, causing them to twitch slightly.

Ron gritted his teeth, slammed the System Panel shut, and stood up to head downstairs.

To think you would try to swindle my Wealth Points through such a filthy method!?

Not a chance!

Ron's will was as hard as steel, and he did not waver in the slightest!

It's Monday... I hope I get a contract notification message...