Finding a Shopfront

"Of course, Judgment!"

Before Ivy could speak, the impatient Ailey had already blurted out the answer.

Li Ziran smiled, as though everything had gone exactly as expected. "Ailey, then let me ask you this: how do you know this demon is alone? Your rash action could very well get us thrown out the door, unable to earn even a single coin."

"But demons deserve Judgment. Are we supposed to leave them happily roaming the Red Soil Continent?" Ailey argued indignantly.

Li Ziran did not refute her. He merely smiled quietly. "Demons naturally deserve Judgment. There is no question about that. But we are doing business—a small operation. We cannot withstand risks. Besides, this is Hippo Ancient City. You should know how many cultists there are here. Striking openly like that would be courting death."

"But Father taught us that every cultist must be judged." Aimer also cut in, seeming somewhat displeased with Li Ziran.

"You're right. Cultists have fallen completely and must be judged. But Judgment requires methods. Why not use our brains and investigate the demon's background? Perhaps there is an even deeper organization behind him. At the same time, we can notify the Inquisition agents lying low here. I believe that with our abilities, we can judge this demon without a sound."

Li Ziran looked at the three girls and pointed at his head. "This is business. The greatest difference between business and a Judgment Spell lies in making your brain turn, rather than charging in like a brute and trading two punches. You might not only fall yourself, but create little value in return."

Ailey's eyes lit up as she nodded repeatedly. "Right! We need to make money, and judge the demon too." Her eyes stayed fixed on Li Ziran, and there was already a trace of