Motan shrugged, not giving a direct answer, but chuckled, "As long as you agree. With Phyllis helping out, sales shouldn't be a worry. I'll report to Master Guna and the others later. If this works out well, Craftsman Town might even establish long-term cooperation with the Wealth sect."
"No, no, no, it's with me, Phyllis Graham, for long-term cooperation~"
The Wealth Saintess smiled as she corrected him, saying happily, "Don't drag everything into the sect."
Cordova squinted his eyes and glanced at Phyllis suspiciously, "Seriously, is it okay for you, a Wealth Saintess, to secretly take orders without the sect's approval?"
"Ah? You're talking about this?"
Phyllis blinked and then pointed a small finger overhead, "See anything?"
Cordova looked up at the ink-colored sky of Academy City dotted with starlight, shaking his head in confusion, "I don't see anything."
"There you go. Our omniscient and omnipotent Goddess hasn't punished me, which means my actions have no issues."
