Just when Ash was about to be convinced, he suddenly became alert: "Wait, Anfil, are you the lobbyist sent by Efaline?"

"It was a close call. I was almost convinced by you. You are really good at speaking. What school of magic is it? The school of mind? The school of domination? So, have you secretly polluted my mind with miracles? No wonder you approached me. It turns out that everything was premeditated!"

"How despicable! You, a lackey of Beldate who helps the evil, please spare my life!"

"...Mr. Ash, you are really an interesting person." Anfeil chuckled and said, "But I don't recommend you to stay in Mengfeila."

"Why?"

"Because it can be seen from the first two lists that you, Mr. Ash, are a person with great ideals. You will definitely become a legendary magician in the future, leaving your mark in history and the virtual world. Beldette cannot foreclose your future. After all, Monferra is just a paradise for mortals. You are destined to step onto a greater stage."

"I will continue to pay attention to you in the Gospel in the future." Anfeil clenched his fists and encouraged him, "You are the first person I know who appeared in the Weaving Festival. Although I don't know how long you will stay here, you can come to me if you have any trouble during this period. I will find a way to help you. Please give me more advice in the future!"

Looking at the red-haired girl's glowing face, Ash suddenly felt dazed.

He recalled all the first encounters he had had before—

Igulla, as soon as he saw me, wanted to kill this fat sheep;

Harvey, who had spent the whole afternoon telling me about his special sexual quirks;

An Nan, captured his wild self at the beginning;

Qinna, almost pierced his ears...

And Anfill not only had friendly conversations with him and offered sincere advice, but also cheered him on with a smile as pure as vanilla.

As he thought about it, Ash couldn't help but turn his head. Anfil blinked: "Mr. Ash? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just feel inexplicably touched." Ash sniffed: "I think if I continue to look at you, I might develop unrealistic fantasies about reality--"

"Anfeil, why are you here?" A voice suddenly came from far away in the corridor.

According to Efalene, she quickly approached the two of them. She noticed that Ash was staring at her. His direct gaze made her unable to help but cover her important parts with her hands. "If you continue to use your gaze like this, I will charge you. The starting price is 10,000,000 Bei points."

"Ah," Ash made a relieved sound, "Thank you, Efaleen. Seeing the scumbag's face finally helped me consolidate my shaky worldview."

"You! Do you believe me? I'll pay the fine first and then I'll beat you up?" Yilin raised her fist in displeasure. Since Ash had been so rude to her several times in a row, she would not go along with him: "Anfil, follow me."

"Yes, sister."

Ash was stunned: "You...are sisters?"

"Yes." Anfil nodded and quickly explained: "But Mr. Ash, what I just said was from the heart, and I didn't lie to you... Mr. Ash, why are you crying?"

Ash covered his mouth and looked at the two of them with tears in his eyes.

"I just couldn't help thinking about how you have been persecuted and humiliated by your half-sister for so many years..."

"Anfeil and I are sisters! We have the same father and mother!"

"Impossible, your hair colors are all different!" Ash suddenly had an idea: "Wait, could it be that——"

Alin interrupted him with a flash of inspiration: "That was the result of the magician's miraculous intervention! Our parents deliberately selected the best genetic information for us!"

"But it's still impossible. Your inner worlds are so different. Anfill is taller, prettier, and has a better personality than you... Oh, I understand. The first time you make a defective product, you will make a successful product with experience the second time!"

"Monster! Anfeil, don't stop me. I want to beat him to death. He actually called me a dwarf again!"

"Sister, Mr. Ash didn't say you were short...By the way, didn't you come to see me for something? Let's go!"

Watching Anfil hurriedly leaving with Efaline in his arms, Ash was about to continue working when he vaguely heard Igula's name from afar.

He just said that Efalini was not as tall as Anfil, which ignited the fuse of this damn dwarf. Igula clearly hit Efalini with a critical hit at noon. I don't know how Efalini will deal with the trickster.

Ash was a little worried, so he summoned a double to carry him and follow him. After all, he was now carrying a heavy load as punishment from Efrine, and running would be exhausting.

By the way, the reason why Ash didn't let a stand-in do his work was because Afalene had already closed this loophole - her job requirements were all 'real manual work', because 'only intelligent creatures can provide the most appropriate service'.

The most Ash and his companions can do is use magic miracles to strengthen their bodies, but they cannot let magic miracles do work for them, otherwise they will be judged as "completing the work with low quality" → "exploiting Belldette", which is a prohibited matter.

Although the scene of having the stand carrying him on his back would attract 100% of the attention, the servants along the way only glanced at Ash and continued to work, with such seriousness, as if they were wiping ancient artifacts such as the power of the Dragon King of the Angel Alliance - even if it was just ordinary cleaning, they did not feel bored at all, and could even be said to love their work.

"Work hard, play hard, take a comfortable vacation, and live a carefree life..." Many thoughts flashed through Ash's mind.

Efaleen and Anfel did not go to any secret place, but came to the atrium garden on the second floor. Ash followed from a distance. Fortunately, the garden was very lush and like a maze, Ash was not worried about being discovered.

Hiding behind the wall of grass, Ash heard someone sit down, then said to Efrain, "This is my sister, Anfir; and this is Igula Bogin, the necromancer's companion."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Borgin."

"Just call me Igula. Nice to meet you, Miss Anfield."

According to Yilin, "Bojin, didn't you just say that the reason you didn't want to accept my recruitment was because you didn't want to sign any contract with me?"

“Yes.” Igula said, “Your angel ancestors left you valuable treasures about contracts. I don’t think my shallow knowledge can compare to the arrangement of an angel—I am not Harvey. The angel trap from 900 years ago is still very intimidating to me.”

"So, I'm giving you another better choice now." Yifalin said: "This is my sister, Anfeil Beldette."

Ash blinked when he heard this - hadn't he just introduced this? Did this shorty have Alzheimer's?

"Her child will be the next generation head of Beldette and the master of Meng Feila."

"As long as you can make her like you, Beldette will invest all his efforts in you. Not only will he help you to release Annan's contract, he will even let you step onto the stage of the Weaving Festival and win the wish of the All-Knowing Weaver!"

"We can even find a way to control Annan and use the Dolan family's heritage for our own benefit! Aren't you afraid of the Domination Faction? But what if the Domination Faction is used for your own benefit? What if you can also... control the Domination Miracle of our Beldette?"

"Igula Bogin, this is the deal I'm offering you, and this is the price I'm putting on you." Efalina's voice was more appealing than any other shopping guide's at this moment. "I wonder if this will arouse your desire to make an impulse purchase?"