บท 213: 213 - Capitalism

As night fell, the village found itself immersed in a spectacular sight that seemed to have been woven from the threads of magic itself. Lamps of mana, delicately hung around the village, began to glow in unison, like newborn stars appearing in the celestial vault. In a matter of seconds, the village was immersed in a profusion of white lights, an experience that many peasants had never imagined they would witness in their humble lives.

"Wow, is that a magic torch?" exclaimed one of the younger girls, her eyes wide with amazement.

Maki, with a delighted smile, stroked the little girl's head. "No, darling, that's a mana lamp," she explained tenderly, "and you can thank Master Ryan for this gift."

The little girl ran towards Ryan and humbly bowed her head, whispering in a low tone, "Thank you, Master Ryan."