Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Such an outcome greatly relieved Han Yan. Helping Ling Baobao repay more than a million was truly worth it. The more than thirty pieces of Meteorite Gold could have cost a million just to make Alchemy Liquid if refined by normal means. Calculating it, Ling Baobao had practically cleared his debt in just three days. The remaining five years were essentially free labor.

Of course, refining Meteorite Gold in this way relying solely on one’s own strength considerably exhausted both Qi and spiritual power. It’s impossible to refine without stopping. Ling Baobao should be aware of his own limits. Despite having weak Qi, it was incessant, and as for his spiritual power, with his appetite, he could probably replenish it by eating more. Besides, with his appetite, one could not know if he might eat her out of house and home.

Having this guy around kept many people from misfortune as he would go about deceiving them otherwise. Keeping him here was, in a way, a blessing for many people.

Well, that last reason was just Lady Mu comforting herself.

”Alright, you’ve nearly mastered the hand gestures. Take a couple of days of rest before starting work. I need to return to Heishi City. Just send someone if you need to contact me,” Han Yan said, handing a roast suckling pig to Ling Baobao.

Upon seeing the roast suckling pig, the previously nearly exhausted Ling Baobao instantly revived and pounced on it, devouring it fiercely like a hungry wolf in the wilderness.

She had never heard that pork was so nourishing. Why did Qu Shanling and Ling Baobao have a special fondness, their eyes practically glowing green at the sight of a roast suckling pig?

Han Yan couldn’t understand. The world of food lovers was beyond her. Strictly speaking, because of her past experiences of starvation while fleeing, she held some obsession with certain delicacies, but she wasn’t truly a food lover, so she utterly failed to understand Ling Baobao’s mindset.

Seeing him so happily engrossed, Han Yan said no more and headed outside. Having just taken charge of the mine and without her trusted people at the helm, she temporarily chose a reputable Eighth Rank Swordsman from among the group to act as steward, but ultimately, he was an outsider. There were still many matters she needed to instruct before leaving.

”Hold on, um... there’s something I’d like to discuss... um, discuss with you,” Ling Baobao called out while quickly gnawing on a pork leg.

”What is it?” Han Yan asked.

”About that five-year indenture contract, can we change the terms? If I help you refine Ten Thousand pieces of Meteorite Gold, would you grant me my freedom?” Ling Baobao proposed. There were many more delicacies waiting for him to taste. How could he stay trapped here?

”Ten Thousand pieces?” Han Yan pondered.

Although thirty pieces of Meteorite Gold were refined in the last three days, averaging over ten pieces a day, all the raw stones used had been carefully selected by the Yuan Family, and she chose again even more carefully. Normally, the success rate wouldn’t be so high.

Yuan Tianbo took all the silver notes when he left but forgot to take the account book—or perhaps he left it on purpose to vex Han Yan.

She only realized after reading the account book that the Yuan Family had discovered the Meteorite Gold Mine over a decade ago, and the total Meteorite Gold refined barely reached ten thousand pieces. Had Yuan Tianbo not conceived the Stone Tasting Conference, they might have had to close the mine due to unprofitable operations long ago.

If Ling Baobao shirked his duties, keeping him for five years might not result in refining ten thousand pieces of Meteorite Gold, so his proposal was entirely feasible.

”Fine, I agree to your terms. Just don’t keep refining Illusion Jade, the worthless kind of Meteorite Gold. If you refine ten thousand pieces, I will grant you your freedom,” Han Yan agreed with a nod.