The moron smiled at the Cleric, but was smoothly led away by one of the Lycan Elders.

"I actually have a mission for you. I can pay you one Clan Credit equivalent in store credit. What I need is for you to find me a corpse weave Vine flower. It’s fine if you get it in the morning, but there should be some west of here twenty or thirty kilometres."

Swag smiled. "Oh, that is excellent. I could use a Clan Credit. One might not be much in a gear store, but I see that you’ve got potions."

Remi, who was busy making more of them, laughed. That was the only thing that he ever bought from the warehouse in the Clan. He had started to change his outlook since he had advanced his class, but he seemed to still be sticking to his preference of only buying potions and no other forms of resources or gear from the warehouse.

He was willing. It was just too set in his brain to change immediately. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

With a mission in mind, Swag gave one last longing look at the Priestess, and left the store.

The faster he was gone, the faster he was back to get his Clan Credits.

It had been a rough week for him, he had only managed to generate one cupcake all week, which was way below his average since the bonus started. He was a bit worried that it was a timed buff and beginning to wear off, so he was going to have to stack Clan Credits while he could before he was back to spending most of his money on food to avoid the cafeteria.

The Dark Elven Cleric giggled as the Lycans turned to her.

"Oh, don’t be so uptight. I am perfectly capable of teasing a customer to encourage them to spend more money. I have all the relevant knowledge about sales tactics provided by Lady Rae after I was activated.

Fear not, I am a fully capable and competent assistant or guard for the shop.

Plus, with multiple copies of an identical guardian active, we have no fear of distracting customers who prefer to deal with a specific staff member."

The Lycans were torn as to whether they should tell the Priestess that having identical triplets in the room was likely to cause as much commotion as anything. But they decided against actually saying anything, in the hopes that nobody would notice that they were literally the same person.

They even smelled the same.

That was something that humans wouldn’t notice, but as Lycans they were very sensitive to it. And there was no variation at all. They weren’t sisters or twins, they were the same person summoned multiple times by the spell.

It was actually a bit strange, as even Golems usually smelled slightly different. They didn’t have a personal smell, but they were created at different spots, so they smelled a bit different based on what was used to make them.

"Alright, we will be in your care. Keeping up with a shop that never closes, and apparently never runs out of customers, is an arduous task."

Karl laughed at the Lycans masked relief.

"The flow will slow soon. We just need to stay up here and keep making the basic items to keep the shelves filled so we can maximize the amount of money that we make before the big event starts.

You know how it is in business.

There are a few specific weeks of every year that generate the majority of your income and the rest of the time, you coast. That’s the spot we’re at right now, it seems.

We just happened to open right before the busiest shopping day of the year."

Elder Blackwood chuckled. "The luck of the World Dragon in action. No plans, no awareness that it was even happening. And still, you managed to open just in time for every small Sect to be sending their Elders to the Clan.

And wouldn’t you know it? There’s a permanent portal between the two locations."

Karl laughed. "See, that’s how things usually go for me. I do things, and it just works out. Honestly, I can’t complain too much. However, standing too close to me is known to be stressful for others."

The Lycans laughed and gave him pointed looks.

They hadn’t even been standing near him, they had just been associated with him, and his particular brand of chaos had caused them to have to pull an all-nighter making gear using a skill that they had only just finished learning.

If they had a bit more experience, this would be much less stressful.

However, they had never gotten a chance to test out the new knowledge that they gained. They were just making the things that they knew worked because people kept buying them as gifts for the recruits they intended to find.

The chefs had it easy in their minds, they got to just cook something and call it dinner.

That wasn’t quite true, though. No matter how good that you promised the food was, the children only accepted a handful of different foods. So, many of them found that while they now had amazing cooking skills, they were still cooking fried chicken strips and fried potatoes.

A better version than they used to be able to make. But still the same simple dish that every pup liked.

The bunnies who had received the cooking skill in the Tiny World were the ones that had it easy. The dragon whelps were not particular about the food, as long as it was good. They were happy to try new things, and they’d even eat vegetables as long as the bunnies promised to have either meat or fish as well.

After all, they were dragons, not Cerro.

Everyone had to make concessions, though. Even Button, their self-appointed resident advisor on all things Tiny World, had learned to like more things than meat and fish. She was a forest dragon, and they thought that might be part of it. But she knew what all the good things were, and that could only come from trying all the things until you knew which ones were no good.