"What use are these...? They're not high-profit varieties. But I have them all, and energy crystals aren't an issue... I'll prepare everything for you. No charge!"
After hearing the girl's odd request, the bearded man stroked his beard curiously. Olivia shook her head with a smile and said:
"I have my reasons. If it's free, thank you so much~ Um, finally... Sir, please keep this place a secret. After all... I chose you as my dealer to avoid showing my face publicly. Keep your supply source confidential from others. Otherwise... there'd be no point in hiring a dealer, right?"
"Alright! Understood..."
The bearded man nodded. Then, thoughtfully, he told Olivia:
"Miss Olivia... I must warn you. Your goods are impressive, but Frostworm Grass output shouldn't increase endlessly. Rarity drives value. To earn more, control its production wisely."
"Hmm... I know."
Olivia nodded thoughtfully. His words reminded her: Frostworm Grass alone wouldn't sustain profits... she needed more crops.
...
Later, the bearded man escorted Olivia back to the inn. Apologetically, he produced a letter and said:
"Sorry, Miss Martina. I've sold the seeds to Miss Olivia. Here's your earlier deposit, plus extra compensation. All returned."
"Wha... what?!"
The red-haired knight's expression twisted vividly. Olivia smirked gleefully nearby. Martina, eyes wide with disbelief, roared at her:
"Why?! On what grounds?! Did she outbid me again? I offered a hundred thousand! A hundred thousand!"
"Hmm... probably because I gave a deal no merchant could refuse~"
Olivia dropped that line, then left expressionlessly under Martina's shattered gaze.
After sorting all requested seeds, the bearded man arranged delivery. Back at the farm, Olivia dumped everything into the seed silo, filled it with energy, then poured in growth agent. The sheer volume nearly emptied the container.
No matter. Restarting the system, the bearded man witnessed the terrifying "magic system" again. In minutes, five crops with different seasons matured, harvested, and neatly packed.
Olivia cheerfully pulled out a calculator, tallied Frostworm Grass profits, then held out her hand:
"Two hundred thousand dinars. Thanks~"
The fifty thousand dinars that had just reached the bearded man—from the girl—plus his own cash, vanished into Olivia's hands. The blue-haired loli grinned, satisfied. Now, breach fees were no worry.
As for the rest...
"Sir, take these back. Except Frostworm Grass, sell the other crops in the Imperial Capital ASAP. At... a quarter of market price."
"A quarter? They'll fly off shelves, but below cost... Why so cheap?"
"Because... someone's family sells these exact crops."
"Oh~ Got it. I'll handle it!"
The bearded man grasped her meaning and left without questions. After he departed, the blue-haired loli stretched, eyes narrowing.
Vinos, oh Vinos... just wait for what I'll do to you.
...
Days later, Olivia visited the noble old man she was engaged to.
Guided inside by the butler, she sat on a lavish sofa. Before her sat a skeletal figure—his emaciated frame drowning in a small suit, like a walking corpse. Sighing, she cut straight to the point:
"Hello, My Lord. I'm Olivia of House Lollus. I'm here to annul our engagement."
"An... annulment?"
The old man coughed twice. With a servant's help, he barely set down his teacup. Wide-eyed, he stared at the girl:
"We signed a contract. Annulment requires one hundred fifty thousand dinar compensation. You know that, right?"
"I know. But I don't intend to annul..."
Olivia crossed her legs. Simple plan: test his limits. She'd just earned this money—handing it over grated.
"Not annul? Cough... why?!"
"Because I never signed that contract! Your deal with that fat woman Vinos? None of my business! The actual party was clueless—it's void!"
Olivia retorted firmly. The old man, hearing the blue-haired loli's words, slammed his chair arm:
"I don't care! If you don't pay, then I'll... I'll..."
"Then you'll...?"
Olivia stayed nonchalant. Unexpectedly, the noble blurted a righteous line: "I'll sue you in court! I paid your family a bride price—full one hundred fifty thousand dinars! Even if we don't marry, return it!"
"Huh?"
Now Olivia froze. Bride... bride price?!
"So this compensation is for the bride price?!"
"Yes! How... shouldn't it be?"
Seeing his frantic panic, Olivia gaped. Past-life stories of annulments without returning bride price flashed—never imagining she'd star in one.
Damn it...
Vinos, you bastard! Swallowed one hundred fifty thousand dinars in bride price without a word—all for yourself!
"Ahem... y-yes. It should."
Gritting her teeth, Olivia handed over the dinars. Return his money first...
"Hmm..." The noble took the cash, shaking his head regretfully: "Pity. I truly wanted this marriage. At my age, one last taste of youth... But fine. My wife's been scheming over my estate lately..."
The blue-haired loli raised an eyebrow, then flashed a mischievous grin:
"Actually, My Lord, you don't crave a green girl like me. You want House Lollus's independent, strong, sensible, chaste widow... my elder, radiating maternal grace?"
The noble instantly pictured Fufu's still-charming figure. He nodded eagerly: "Exactly! Marry her, and I'd die without regrets!"
"No problem! I agree! Oh... skip formal titles. No bride price. Send her as a concubine maid—your wife won't mind, right?"
"Re... really?" The noble stared in disbelief. The blue-haired loli gave a shy, scholarly smile and nodded:
"Really! Our family wishes to bask in your grace. Tonight, send someone with me to fetch her."
