Chapter 90: Taking a Step Back, the More I Think, the Angrier I Get (Part 2)

Samimi sat in her rocking chair, brewing a pot of tea, and ended up sitting there until dusk.

When night fell…

Priestess Rebecca and Niubao finally rode back to Sweet Melon Town’s chapel in a hastily arranged carriage.

Rebecca hurried straight to her home in the Royal City and then rushed back again.

Samimi, springing up like a carp leaping, went to open the door herself and welcomed Rebecca and Niubao inside.

In Rebecca’s arms was a mysterious object wrapped tightly in black cloth, and Niubao carried a heavy wooden long box.

The group gathered at Sweet Melon Town’s chapel and began unpacking on a small table beside the worn Goddess Statue.

Samimi opened the long wooden box Niubao was holding, revealing a brand-new [Holy Hammer].

The so-called Holy Hammer was a type of hammer used by clerics, adorned with sacred decorations. In truth, it was just a mass-produced war hammer painted in church colors—sturdy, but nothing particularly special.

Such things were sold in some large regional churches, but we didn’t qualify to purchase one here.

The church claimed these Holy Hammers had received the Goddess’s blessing, making them somewhat stronger than ordinary weapons, but that was pure nonsense—just a fancy painted hammer.

Samimi hefted the Holy Hammer; it was very heavy.

Naturally, it was a one-handed short hammer, but even so, it wasn’t something a delicate young lady like herself could wield with ease.

Still, she had no better options right now, so she’d use it for the time being.

“This is for Niubao.”

Rebecca took the Holy Hammer from Samimi’s hands and handed it over to Niubao.

Samimi noticed that Rebecca could lift the Holy Hammer with one hand, her strength clearly greater than hers.

Could it be that all clerics in the team were physically stronger than she was?

Well, I only boost Dexterity and Intelligence for the support rogue, not Strength or Endurance.

Samimi comforted herself inwardly.

In Niubao’s hands, the Holy Hammer was like holding a candy stick—easy to swing and stop on a dime, without any sluggishness.

It had been said before that Niubao’s studied Diermede Sword Style was a one-handed sword technique, and the Golden Forged sword she used was also a one-handed sword.

But wielding a sword in one hand left the other hand empty, which was awkward.

Surely, the other hand had to hold something as well to be reliable.

Ideally, a shield would be equipped, but Niubao didn’t want to use one.

With Sister’s Protection, Niubao reckoned she could just tank with her body; she wouldn’t die that easily.

So, the best solution was dual-wielding weapons, meaning Niubao would switch to Mad Berserker.

“This one’s for you, Lady Samimi,” Rebecca said mysteriously, opening a package and pulling out a staff, handing it to Samimi.

“This is…” Samimi took the staff and felt a warm magical power flowing back into her, refreshing and invigorating.

“This is a [Rune Staff], a multi-functional staff used by novice Divine Officials.

It’s forged from holy gold, exceptionally sturdy, and allows a Divine Official to have a handy weapon for blocking sudden attacks.

It also doubles as a walking stick.

At the same time, it’s inscribed with magic runes and can be used as a magic staff.

However, its magic amplification is inferior to a normal magic staff,” Rebecca explained.

“Perfect, Rebecca, absolutely perfect,” Samimi said, twirling the Rune Staff in her hands.

“It’s so smooth, so powerful, and so subtle—exactly the perfect weapon I’ve been dreaming of.”

You see, I’m also physically weak, so I can use it as a walking stick normally, and if needed, I can just smack someone with it.

I can only say, my Slaying Demon Sword is such a hassle to draw every time.

I can’t just unsheathe it over every minor conflict, right?

The Slaying Demon Sword is my finishing move, not a general-use weapon.

I urgently need a versatile weapon.

And this Rune Staff perfectly meets all my needs.

I can even use it to show off in daily life absolutely wonderful.

“You’re happy, that’s what matters.

This is the Divine Official’s staff I originally used.

Although I’ve since upgraded to a new Priest’s Rod, this one is top quality,” Rebecca said, glad to see Samimi so pleased.

But she had also quietly updated her own gear, now carrying a self-defense weapon at her waist—a Priestess Dagger.

“Let’s go! We’re going back for revenge!

This time, I’ll smash that clumsy Lion-Headed Mage to pieces!” Samimi finally showed a trace of expression, her face fierce.

“Lady Samimi, the Teleportation Array has a 48-hour cooldown,” Rebecca reminded her.

“That’s…” Samimi’s spirit immediately deflated.

After a moment of stunned silence, she sat back down in her rocking chair, resigned to wait.

There were still thirty-six hours left to wait, and her mind replayed the ugly faces of those at the Flame School, fueling her anger.

“No one breaks a millennium of corrupt order but me.”

Samimi entered a perfect meditation state in her rocking chair, and the air visibly warped.

She was like a black hole, voraciously absorbing the magical power of heaven and earth to increase her maximum mana.

“Is this what a miracle is?” Rebecca stood beside her, dumbfounded.

Was this not even more intense than meditating at the Magic Academy?

What on earth was going on?

“Oh, right, Rebecca, I have a batch of Blood Recovery Potions in the storeroom next door.

See if you can help me sell them all off cheap,” Samimi suddenly opened her eyes and said.

“Blood Recovery Potions?” Rebecca asked, puzzled.

“Yes, I don’t want to disrupt this town’s stable market prices.

Help me transport them to the Royal City and sell them off at a discount,” Samimi explained.

“No problem, I have connections.

Many places in the Royal City need Blood Recovery Potions.

If the price is low, they’ll sell out instantly,” Rebecca nodded in agreement.

“Niubao, go help out,” Samimi closed her eyes again and relaxed.

“Why sell Blood Recovery Potions all of a sudden? Is it that important? Are we short on money?” Rebecca scratched her head, slightly confused, but didn’t ask further.

She and Niubao went off to transport the goods.

“Yes, it’s very important.”

Money isn’t important; what matters is earning Goodness Value.

My Goodness Value has already reached a threshold.

If I push it a bit further, I should be able to learn new skills.

Once I learn new skills, I’ll definitely trample those Lion-Headed Mage wizards underfoot.

Meanwhile, in a dark, deep dungeon.

This was the place where the White-haired Witch had been imprisoned by the Flame School, located in the basement of the Flame School dormitory castle.

Now it was finally clear why the dormitory castle basement had a dungeon—this was its purpose.

At the very deepest cell crouched a vile traitor, a despised outcast, a true contemporary Witch.

Bemore was huddled in the furthest corner of the dungeon, the darkest, blackest spot in the Magic Academy.

You couldn’t see what she was doing, only the scattered strands of pale white hair and her filthy, swollen little feet.

The scene was extremely eerie.