The little girl's words made the caravan speed up. It was as if they had touched some kind of taboo, so much so that the old man didn't even bother about his business anymore.
Perhaps it had something to do with his business ventures being unprofitable as well.
After all, the old man's business acumen was impeccable as always. Just maintaining a balanced budget was entirely due to "luck."
In his own words:
"Big money-making business has long been monopolized by big shots.
It'd only be a disaster for common folk trying to get involved in it.
Making a little hard-earned money and living peacefully is what's most important."
...
The night fell, and the old man, who had left the caravan, instantly changed his image.
His elderly skin began to smooth out, and the wrinkles on his face gradually disappeared, as if he had suddenly become thirty years younger.
"Holy Master, the task you have ordered has been accomplished.
