But I'm definitely stronger than before, Apollo could feel that he has at least twice the strength of a 7-year-old. He only did the Simple Breathing Technique for an hour or two, and the effect is already so great.
And that potion... Apollo observed his right hand. It's like he never got injured from his dumb decision.
"Hey System,"
"Yes, Host?"
"You said I will be able to reach the Foundation Building stage with this technique, how long will it take?"
"Two weeks if the Host cultivates it 8 hours a day," The System answered.
"Two weeks? So reaching that stage is that easy?" Apollo muttered in surprise. If the Cultivators heard his words, they would have rushed at him and beat him up for saying those words.
"Time to get back to work then!" Apollo went back to his previous spot and raised his hands above his forehead.
Hopefully, another good Samaritan will give him money. Silver gives him 10 Alm points, so probably a bronze coin will give him 1 Alm point and a gold coin will give him 100 Alm points.
He also wanted to reach that stage as soon as possible because of the mission the System issued him. He had to find that guy who threw him in the alley within a month and then kill him.
Although he doesn't have any idea as to what stage that guy is, at least reaching the Foundation Building stage will boost his confidence.
Cultivating the Simple Breathing Technique is the only thing he could do at the moment besides collecting Alm points.
Although the introduction of the Breathing Technique is simple, he felt like it would be good for his foundation. These thoughts come from his many years in business. Rome was not built in a day, right?
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"We're here, Ma'am Bel," June's voice echoed outside the silver chariot.
"Okay," Bel responded. The door opened, and she went out, then she put the bandage-covered broadsword behind her back.
She looked up and read the signboard.
"Filly Restaurant… what a lame name," Bel shook her head with a smile.
She started walking towards the entrance when she noticed June still standing and seemed to be looking at something.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" She asked while turning to the direction he's glancing. She saw a young beggar on the side of the restaurant with his hands above his forehead.
"Ignore him, let's go!"
"Yes, Ma'am," June took one more glance before he followed behind her. The beggar boy seemed kinda off. Strange, where do I get this feeling?
They entered the restaurant and were greeted with a luxurious interior. There's already diners eating with a smile on their faces.
"Haha, really, turning this rundown place into something like this," Bel smiled. Outside, one might think it's just a simple restaurant, but once they enter inside, they will be greeted with this high-class scene.
A server went forward and bowed towards her. "Miss Bel, our lady is waiting for you. Please follow me."
"Okay,"
They followed the server, who led them to the second floor. After walking for a while, the server stopped at a door and knocked a couple of times until the sound of a woman echoed from behind it.
"What is it?"
"Miss Bel from the Helflick Family is here," the server replied.
"I see, you can go now." The woman's voice instructed, and the server bowed to the two guests before departing.
The door opened, revealing a woman wearing the same uniform as Bel's: a black and white suit with a robe on top, adorned with the same serpent insignia on her chest. Her hair was reddish-brown, and her eyes resembled the ocean. A rounded glass rested on top of her nose, adding a sense of authority to her demeanor.
"You came. Come inside," the woman said, moving aside to let them in.
"Thanks, Filly," Bel said, glancing around the room.
Filly nodded towards June, and the two women took a seat.
"So, what brings you here?" Filly went straight to the point.
"Straight as ever," Bel smiled. "Leone disappeared overnight, and our family wanted to take part in, you know... slicing its remaining legs."
"I figured," Filly laughed. "You wanted to take part in it?"
"Yes," Bel confirmed. "I heard they still have good fighters remaining to protect their business. I wanted to fight them to improve my experience."
"I'm not surprised. You're a battle maniac," Filly chuckled.
"Haha, I'm not going to deny it. So, do you want to join?" Bel asked.
"Nah, I'm good here," Filly waved her hand. "Besides, it won't be long before this area develops."
"Oh? Is that the reason you bought this place? I might say I really like the interior," Bel praised.
"Yes, and thanks."
They conversed for a while before Bel stood up. "I need to go back to the sect. Thanks for the chat."
"Feel free to come back," Filly smiled, standing up and hugging her friend.
"Oh, by the way, there's a beggar boy sitting beside your restaurant. I'm just reminding you," Bel mentioned as she recalled the boy.
Filly frowned upon hearing this. "Thanks for telling me."
"Alright, see you!"
After the two left, Filly remained standing there. "A beggar near my restaurant? That's not good."
She had chosen to buy this building in this area because of its future development. If she wanted to build a great reputation for her restaurant, she had to ensure that diners had a pleasant experience. If there was someone near her restaurant who was going to ruin people's appetites before they even entered, it would definitely not be good for business.
"I have to make him go away," Filly muttered, then called one of her servants.
A servant knocked on the door, and Filly let him in. "There's a beggar boy near the restaurant. Do whatever you can to make him go away."
The servant's eyes lit up. It's time to show my skills!
"Yes, Ma'am!" The servant bowed before leaving with big strides.
Hehe, boy, don't blame me. I'm only doing my job, the servant thought, smiling maliciously.