Chapter 101: 100. The Impoverished Deity and Her Wealthy Believers.
The Seniors who had been asking questions around them left one by one with satisfied expressions, leaving only Diana, the president of the True Sight Eye Club.
"Young Lady, are you alright?"
Looking at the Young Lady whose face was a little pale, Dina asked with some concern and shame.
It was all Bertha's (the administrator's) fault for being so immature. If the Young Lady had something to ask her, she should have just informed her directly. But that clumsy girl burst through the door and blurted out, "President, the Young Lady is looking for you."
Alas, Bertha was a Demoness with a Minotaur template. Minotaurs are a race that often produces shamans among the many sub-races of beastmen, with many spellcasting bonuses, making them quite practical. The only problem is that the after-effect of evolving with this racial template is that they tend to become big-chested and brainless, appearing a bit simple-minded, sometimes acting clumsily, and coupled with the Minotaur's characteristic loud voice.
Well, at that time, not only Dina, the president, knew that the Young Lady had arrived, but the entire club knew it too, and then the scene got out of control.
Ever since the Young Lady left the club recruitment office after her exam the day before yesterday, a group of people in the True Sight Eye, this academic club that was originally supposed to be the most rational, most scientific, and most contemptuous of theological beliefs, suddenly began to ponder theology.
These obsessed individuals constantly clamored about absurd things like the end of science is theology, I once believed in knowledge, but that was because foolish lambs had not personally witnessed the wisdom of God, and from today onwards, the Young Lady Worship Cult is established.
Tsk, these guys are still too immature. Is your pursuit of knowledge only to this extent? Can't you be as calm as me, your president?
Dina, who was jointly recommended by the club members to serve as the Chief Archbishop of the Young Lady Worship Cult, thought so in her heart.
It's just that now that the God has descended, even she, as the Archbishop, couldn't stop the devout believers from going to behold the glory of God. She could only hope that the Young Lady wouldn't be frightened by the fanaticism of these guys.
After all, everyone in the club, without exception, was more or less the bookworm type. Having been immersed in studies for years, they were truly not good at socializing. Their words and actions were quite direct, lacking the so-called 'reading the atmosphere' skill. This was also why people in the academy often said that the scholars in the True Sight Eyewere mostly eccentric.
Fortunately, the outcome was good. Although the Young Lady seemed to be startled at first, she wasn't angry. Instead, she patiently answered everyone's questions. Even though Dina had been listening to that 'Divine Sermon' just now, she benefited immensely and felt even more that the Young Lady's knowledge was truly unfathomable.
Ah, how fortunate it is to encounter an existence like the Young Lady in this lifetime.
Dina sighed in her heart.
Of course, the idea that the Young Lady was a God was ultimately just a joke, merely the daily antics of the Demonesses. No one would truly regard the junior student in front of them as a God. Therefore, when she saw the Young Lady clutching her head, seemingly from overthinking, Dina quickly pulled out a magic potion box from her person.
"Please use this, Young Lady. You've overused your mental energy a bit. You don't need to push yourself so hard. You should pay more attention to your body."
Even mortals who study basic common sense for a long time can become mentally exhausted from overthinking, let alone Demonesseswho study mysterious knowledge imbued with power. Understanding and digesting those obscure and complex mystical magic knowledge requires a large consumption of mental energy. Even a race with powerful mental energy like Demoness sometimes finds it difficult to bear such consumption.
Therefore, scholars generally keep mental energy recovery potions on hand. This time, the Young Lady was mentally exhausted because of the clumsy members of her own club. As the emotional intelligence in charge of the entire club, Diana felt that she naturally needed to show something.
Mental energy recovery potions have always been expensive. For ordinary scholars, this is actually a significant burden. Unless they are engaged in very urgent research and cannot stop to waste time, they will take magic potions. Otherwise, most people would rather endure the headaches caused by mental energy depletion and recover slowly on their own.
However, Dina didn't lack magic potions. After all, the Cecil family she was born into was a renowned magic potion family in the Witch World. Various magic potions were plentiful. The reason she could study six of the Nine Major Schools at such a young age, besides her own intelligence, was due to this endless potion-guzzling technique.
Although Dina felt that these few magic potions were insufficient to repay the Young Lady's teachings, she temporarily only had these to offer.
Dorothy, who had just recovered from her magical depletion not long ago, felt truly overwhelmed when her mental energy was drained again. Therefore, she didn't refuse Diana's kindness, but she genuinely felt a bit too embarrassed.
Alas, she had just collected coal from the Seniors but only gave them the least amount of light. Now, Diana was still willing to provide mental energy recovery potions to help her repair her overloaded thermal power generator. What a selfless spirit this was!
Although Dorothy also loved freebies and was a veteran freeloader, freeloading also had to abide by laws. She disliked the feeling of owing others even more. She was unwilling to easily accept even her own mother's gifts, let alone others'.
"Alas, one's mouth is soft when eating others' food, and one's hand is soft when taking others' things. No, I must repay this favor. I must visit the True Sight Eye Club often in the future. After I go back and thoroughly digest this inspiration, I will come and tell the Seniors the answer. It is indeed too much to take money for a whole book but only give them a table of contents."
Dorothy thought to herself, then she opened Diana's magic potion box, and then the impoverished Zhai Mo Nv fell silent as she looked at the box filled with a maximum of 999 bottles of the highest-grade purple mental energy recovery potions.
Her already overloaded brain finally crashed in the face of the overwhelming purple light.
Wuwuwu, this was the first time she had seen so many high-grade magic potions in her life. As a poor person who used to rely on lying down and sleeping to naturally restore her mental energy, a ultimate hoarder who wouldn't even use the lowest-cost mental energy magic potions she concocted herself unless absolutely necessary, she deeply felt the disparity of the world.
After silently and carefully taking out one dose from the magic potion box and consuming it, she felt the immediate effect of the high-grade magic potion. Her previously splitting headache instantly became incredibly clear and cool, as if she was enjoying a massage, very comfortable.
Tsk, as expected of a high-grade magic potion. The magic potions I concoct myself are far from comparable, only half as effective as this one.
She sighed in her heart, then closed the magic potion box and returned the rest to Diana.
However, the Senior reached out and pressed down on the magic potion box that had been pushed back, then said with trepidation.
"Young Lady, you don't have to be polite. I only hope that you can visit our True Sight Eye often in the future. Your teachings have truly benefited us immensely. We have no way to repay you, we only hope that these insignificant magic potions can soothe your fatigue."
Dorothy: "."
Although the other party had said so much, she still wanted to struggle a bit, but Diana didn't give her a chance to struggle.
"Young Lady, I wonder what you came to see me about today. Please feel free to command me. Whatever I can do, no matter what it is, I will do it."
The Archbishop looked at the God she worshipped and said with such conviction.
If she didn't do something for the Young Lady today, her conscience would be uneasy.
The fanatic yearns for dedication.
It's already chapter 100, so fast! I'm a little stuck, but I can't break my perfect attendance record. I'll definitely achieve this. I'm going to take a break and write some fairy tales.