The Priestess of Flame

On the way out of the Magic Fairy market, Landen kept calculating how he could scrape together enough Gold Coins to buy out everything currently in the Magic Fairy shop. A dozen or so Magic Fairies would cost at least nearly twenty thousand Gold Coins, which would be an outright disaster for Landen's current cash flow.

Looks like I'll have to ask tomorrow how to withdraw the interest from the Gallop Fund. The ancestors' money ought to help support the homeland's development, not just get swindled away by Fiat, Landen thought silently.

After finishing their stroll through the market, Dugan had to go home for dinner, and Landen also whipped his horse on, preparing to return to the chamber of commerce. Just as he was almost home, a figure suddenly ran out. Fortunately, Landen's riding skills were good enough that no accident happened.

"Miss, you have to watch the road when you walk!" As someone who had transmigrated because of a car accident, Landen had a special understanding of traffic safety.

"Ah, sorry." The female Mage wore a huge cloak. Startled, she lifted the brim of her hood slightly. "It's you!"

The female Mage instantly grew excited. She wanted to shout, but did not dare, so she asked tentatively, "Do you still remember me? Last winter, I was with Mage Gandalf. We met!"

"Huh?" Landen did not quite understand at first. Only when the female Mage mentioned Gandalf did he slowly remember. It had been December 24th of last year, when Landen had gone out to visit his neighbors and seen Gandalf and a girl fleeing. He had even covered for the two of them.

"This isn't a place to linger. Come with me." Landen led the female Mage through the back door into his own chamber of commerce, right