Ring-ring-ring-ring—
Amid the racket of the alarm and the tickling sensation on her face, Lan Qingyou wearily opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was the adorable Steel Wool.
Its wise eyes stared at Lan Qingyou before it snuggled up to her again.
"Tickles..."
Lan Qingyou, who hadn't slept well to begin with, couldn't help grumbling.
Then she got up and turned off the alarm. She poured a whole pot of Mana Potion straight onto the Magic Protective Shield's core in the corner, then poured another pot after it.
Her movements were so practiced, it was as if she were refueling a car.
That's right. Before going to bed, Lan Qingyou had made a special trip from the second floor to the third, spread out the quilts she'd collected, and gone to sleep on the floor.
She'd even set an alarm so she wouldn't oversleep.
After all, she'd worked nonstop for a full day and night. If she lay down and slept for ten hours, there was a real chance she wouldn't be able to get up again.
Fortunately, she had an alarm—and Steel Wool—to wake her. They'd just barely managed it.
After replenishing the Protective Barrier's mana, Lan Qingyou lay back down on the bedding.
She wanted to sleep, but the howling wind, torrential rain, thunder, and lightning outside kept her awake.
Crack—
Another bolt of lightning struck, and Lan Qingyou shot to her feet.
If she couldn't sleep, then she wouldn't.
As for brewing potions?
Sorry, she couldn't brew another drop.
Because she'd finally come to her senses.
Sure, fewer people meant limited sales, but the problem was that she wasn't in business, either. If all her customers died, it didn't seem like it would have much to do with her.
Shang Chuan: "Don't say that! Sales