With Young Master Luo’s escape, his lackeys scattered like frightened birds and beasts. I returned to the milk tea shop.

After driving off Young Master Luo, I calmed down again—though my mood remained sour after the earlier incident.

“Weihui, are you alright?” I comforted my harassed sister. She gave a slight shake of her head, signaling she was fine.

“Thank you so much for your help, Miss Rael. Though… you seem to know Weihui? Still, I’m deeply grateful you saved that girl. I have little to offer in return, but if you ever need anything, I’ll do my best to help.” *Saches, you fool. (As if I’d ever expect repayment from you.)*

“No need at all. Weihui’s my friend—it’s only right I help. I’ll take my leave now. Come on, Weihui.” I still hadn’t figured out which girl he had a crush on, nor found the right moment to reveal my true identity. *Bad timing. I’ll try again next time.* I tugged Weihui’s arm to leave. Just then, the girl I’d saved called out loudly behind me:

“Thank you for saving me, Miss Angel! I’ll never forget your kindness. You’re such a good person.”

*Good person? Me?* A bitter laugh almost escaped me. Truth was, I hadn’t saved her out of kindness—I’d only wanted to vent. I had no right to their gratitude.

I strode down the street like I was fleeing, until my sister’s voice trailed behind me:

“Sister, slow down… I can’t keep up.”

“Sorry. I got carried away.” I paused to get my bearings. “Let’s buy your occupational gear.”

Adventurer Street earned its name from the Adventurers’ Guild headquartered here. Shops lining the avenue catered almost exclusively to adventurers, packed with professional equipment.

Many sought strength through one proven path: cultivation. Venturing into perilous lands, embracing the world’s raw essence, battling monsters—this swiftly honed one’s abilities. But it also courted danger, even death.

To cultivate safely, the Adventurers’ Guild was born. Adventurers banded together, forming a global network of mutual aid, information sharing, and quest commissions—even the Divine Church often posted tasks here. Annual offerings to deities were frequently sourced or hunted down through guild bounties.

I scanned the street and ducked into the largest, busiest-looking gear shop. *Saches would’ve headed straight for some secondhand stall.*

This place was massive—more mall than store, spanning five floors. The ground floor overflowed with mage gear. Spellcasters devoured materials for magic and experiments; cheap, common reagents filled shelves as customers shoveled them into storage rings by the sackful.

*Speaking of storage…* The Collar Lord Deseli gave me had spatial storage too. I’d dubbed it the Sun God Ring. Reaching into my collar felt awkward, but I couldn’t be bothered carrying another storage item.

Some items overlapped between Clerics and mages—like mana crystals. I stocked up on pre-charged Light-element crystals on the first floor. Essential for rituals, arrays, and mana recovery.

Cleric supplies occupied the third floor. Quieter than the ground floor, the air hummed with divinity—especially in the radiant Light section. The Dark Deity and Demon God aisles, by contrast, radiated chilling dread.

Clerics used fewer combat consumables than other professions but required elaborate ritual setups. This floor specialized in such items: Crosses, altars, silver platters, candlesticks, totems—all imbued with symbolic power.

“Do you carry ritual daggers?” I asked a male clerk who looked like a former Cleric.

“Of course. As an Angel, you’ll want silver. These are blessed by Archbishops—you might like them.” He led me to a case of exquisitely crafted daggers, most etched with intricate patterns along blade and hilt.

“No blessings. Pure silver. And longer—almost like a short sword.”

Though labeled a ritual dagger, it’d be my only close-quarters weapon. Chasing Luo had proven my physical prowess had surged. With my rudimentary sword training, a longer blade might double as a weapon.

*Assassins prefer standard short daggers—easy to hide, perfect for their evasion skills, even throwable. But I’m no expert. Length it is.*

The clerk soon presented a perfect match. True to my request, even the hilt was pure silver—a soft metal requiring blessings or enchantments to function as a weapon. Its elegance and craftsmanship won me over instantly.

I handed him my full shopping list. “Get me the best quality for everything.” While he fetched my items, I noticed Weihui lingering by an accessory display.

Girls were drawn to beautiful things—even Weihui, usually indifferent to adornments, couldn’t tear her eyes away. *Since we’re out… I should indulge her.*

“Want one? Which catches your eye?” I approached her.

“No… these are occupational gear. Useless to me.” *Right.* These were Ranger accessories—elven-styled, all enchanted.

“Some work for non-adventurers too. You’ll become one someday. Let me pick something.” I studied the display tags, then lifted an openwork bracelet—a favorite among elven nobles. Jade-inlaid edges framed its emerald frame.

“This grants agility even to ordinary wearers. It’s enchanted with a permanent Feather Step spell. Next time I walk too fast, you’ll keep up easily.” I gently took her hand and fastened the bracelet.

The clerk returned with my order just then. I nodded for him to tally the total.

“That’ll be five gold coins. Rounded down as a courtesy. Thank you for your patronage—we strive to satisfy!” *Ironically, Weihui’s bracelet cost the most. No wonder he’s so eager—his commission must be hefty.*