Lan Qingyou's words left the two people present utterly stunned.
Lan Qingyou had never been to the Imperial Capital.
But even in the novels she'd read, she'd heard that the Sima Empire's Imperial Capital was a highly prosperous city, full of Academies and rich in both academic and commercial activity.
If they didn't go take a look, wouldn't that mean all their mistakes and transmigration had been for nothing?
"Are you serious?"
Alisa suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Lan Qingyou, who looked completely at ease.
"I am."
"Isn't there a saying, 'Since you're here, you might as well make the best of it'?"
"Since we've come all this way, why not go see the Imperial Capital?"
Lan Qingyou waved a hand dismissively.
Then she leaned toward Alisa's ear and whispered with an extremely, infuriatingly smug expression.
"Let me tell you, you have no idea..."
"There are a bunch of us Black Witches who love traveling. If they found out we'd traveled a thousand years into the past, they'd probably ask me for the cultivation method for the magic of this era."
Who asked you about that?
Alisa's ear tickled, and she shrank her neck before rolling her eyes at Lan Qingyou.
Meanwhile,
Old Village Chief had no mind to pay attention to their slightly intimate behavior.
He was thinking about the village's future.
Just a moment ago,
after testing the Dispelling Light Orb and confirming that it worked—and packed a punch—he'd sent one of the village's young men to town to find the Viscount.
A villager certainly couldn't expect to gain an audience with a noble lord.
But let's not forget, this concerned an alchemist.
And there were two of them.
As long as the Viscount could keep them here, he could become a Count within five years.