Chapter 202

With this, the problem of riding a bike naturally won't exist.

It seems then that everything hinges on this manga, *Doraemon*.

Han Feng now genuinely looks forward to the day he can draw this manga.

"Hehe, Boss Kou said it's available—don't you believe him?"

Little Paimon beamed triumphantly, as if she'd won a battle.

"I'll go look right now!"

But before she could fly off, Yingmeihe grabbed her.

"Mo Na is here for the first time—let her go first!"

After spending time together, Yingmeihe had already come to regard Mo Na as a friend.

So she naturally didn't want her to wait.

"Huh? Is that alright?"

Mo Na's expression showed she was tempted.

"It's fine, go ahead—I and Ying are regulars, we can wait."

Little Paimon then realized this and quickly added:

"Then I won't be polite—thank you."

Mo Na expressed her gratitude, then walked up to the counter.

"Boss Han, how much is this manga?"

Picking up *Detective Conan*, Mo Na asked.

"One hundred thousand Mora per person, once per day."

Han Feng smiled warmly.

He knew Mo Na's situation well.

Though she possessed formidable Astrology power,

she refused outright to use divination for profit,

and frequently purchased large quantities of research equipment.

Thus, she always hovered on the edge of poverty.

She nearly every day worried about making ends meet.

So she simply couldn't afford to read manga.

As expected,

upon hearing Han Feng's words, Mo Na froze in shock.

"One hundred… one hundred thousand?"

The price far exceeded her expectations.

Earlier, to secure enough Mora to travel to Mondstadt and complete Master's task,

she had helped people in Liyue and earned a few thousand Mora.

But that was only a few ten thousand.

She couldn't even afford one reading…

And she still needed this money for food and lodging in Mondstadt.

Once it was gone,

she'd be forced to sleep on the streets.

Yet to give up now filled Mo Na with reluctance.

She had finally seen the wonder of manga,

and that sleek motorcycle.

To leave without reading it was unthinkable.

For a moment, Mo Na stood frozen in indecision.

"Huh? Don't you want to read this manga?"

Seeing Mo Na motionless, Little Paimon asked curiously.

"If you don't like it, you can wait—Boss Han has many manga here."

Yingmeihe also comforted her understandingly.

"It's not that…"

Meeting Yingmeihe and Paimon's gazes, Mo Na sighed.

"I only have a few ten thousand Mora—nowhere near enough. And I still need to live in Mondstadt, so…"

At this, Yingmeihe and Paimon instantly understood.

"So it's like the street singer—also broke."

Little Paimon suddenly got it.

But one thing she still didn't quite grasp.

"Are Astrologers really this poor?"

Seeing Mo Na's distress, Han Feng took over:

"It's not that Astrologers are poor—it's just Mo Na alone like this.

She never gives false readings for money, and never charges a single Mora for divination.

Add to that her need to buy equipment, and that's why she's so strapped."

"Boss Han, you really understand me!"

Mo Na's heart was filled with emotion.

"So Mo Na is truly a person of noble character!"

Little Paimon exclaimed.

"Ying, why don't we lend her 100,000 Mora?"

"Huh? Last time Windy borrowed from you, you refused. Why are you offering now?"

Ying teased.

"Because Windy isn't a cute girl—if she were, I'd lend it without hesitation!"

Little Paimon crossed her arms, looking perfectly justified.

Han Feng's expression turned peculiar upon hearing this.

Though Windy now appeared as a boy.

But that was merely his guise as a friend.

He was, in truth, a Wind Spirit.

Strictly speaking, he had no gender.

If Windy knew how Paimon thought of him, he might have turned into a girl right then.

What a pity.

In the end, Ying generously lent Mo Na 100,000 Mora.

"Thank you! I'll repay you soon!"

Mo Na said gratefully.

She planned to find a job after finishing the manga.

In such a large city as Decheng, there must be a suitable position somewhere.

"No need to thank us—you're our friend, and you've helped us before. Go ahead and read the manga."

Little Paimon waved cheerfully.

Mo Na nodded.

Then she took the manga Detective Conan and sat down to open it.

She quickly became immersed in the story.

"This world is fascinating—murders happen every single day!"

"This kid named Conan is amazing—his kick has that much power?!"

"Why is every murder case always a choice among three suspects? So strange!"

"Huh? There are magicians here? Xiao Quan Hongzi? I'll remember that!"

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