Just as he was about to be officially labeled an unlimited trash can, Ash suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered something. "Wait, Igula's and Harvey's Sweethearts both appeared in the Weaving Festival before. The Gospel God can testify for me!"
"I get it!" Felix said in sudden realization. "You aren't Sweethearts, you're ***!" Thud!
Daedalus hammered Felix on the head, then dragged her out of the game room and said politely, "We'll go prepare afternoon tea."
Although Ash's suspicions had basically been cleared for now, everyone still had doubts. If Igula and Harvey had only sent five or six bottles of Knowledge Essence, no one would have thought much of it. The problem was that this was a massive amount of resources, enough to feed all of them up to Six Wings Hell Wing. Sword Maiden and the others just felt something was off, and after thinking it over, they could only conclude that Ash had sold his looks again—at least, that was the most reasonable explanation.
"Have you considered another possibility?" Ash said. "Maybe they really did line their own pockets and loot Hell, but the moment they transferred to Heaven, the Supreme Divine Lord had them in his grasp, so no matter how many resources they had, they would have had to hand them over. Maybe they figured that instead of letting the Divine Lord profit, they might as well let me, their close friend and dear companion, profit instead, so they stuffed it into my hands."
"That is indeed possible," Vishy mused. "But their level of corruption is a little too extreme..."
"What's strange about that? They're the sort who'd take two bites if a manure cart passed by." Ash spread his hands. "We'll ask them once we step into Heaven. We can't let down