The girl who was punished by the gods counterattacked and became the group's favorite

Tia looked at the jam-stained handkerchief being folded and stuffed back into Joel's arms. She felt uncomfortable carrying dirty toilet paper on her body and didn't want to eat anymore without Joel saying anything.

It was really uncomfortable to be without disposable spoons and toilet paper. Unfortunately, with her IQ, she couldn't remember the magical papermaking technique, let alone the method of making plastic.

However, although she does not remember these things, she can ask the craftsman to make a simple lunch box, just like when she was in school, she would prepare a lunch box to put her chopsticks, spoon and fork.

Seeing that Tia didn't continue eating, Joel put away the words of reprimand he was about to give. Which noble lady would eat while walking?

It has to be said that this is indeed a novel world. It is not as far away from her cognition as fantasy novels, but the magic adds a mysterious color to what she knows.

"Brother!" Tia took the things from the stall and called Joel over.

Speechless for a moment, Joel looked at Tia's bright smile and had to walk over quickly. Tia was holding an exquisitely made whistle in her hand. The whistle was made of metal but was extremely delicate. Tiny parts formed an exquisite little bird.

"Brother, look at this whistle, it's so beautiful." Tia handed the whistle to Joel, wanting him to see it too.

Joel took the whistle, held it in his hand and looked at it. It was just an ordinary whistle.

A nearby vendor noticed Joel's lack of interest and quickly added, "Don't underestimate this whistle. Press the mechanism on the bird's tail to launch fireworks from its beak, and the sound comes from its eyes. And using magic to blow the whistle can amplify the sound's range. It's a rare treasure."

Originally, I just thought it was a nice-looking whistle, but I didn't expect it to have so many details. Tia stood on tiptoe to take another look at this magical whistle, and Joel squatted down consciously.

"like?"

"Yeah." Tia nodded. This whistle can help a lot, especially in case of accidents, it can make it easy to be found and rescued in time.

"Miss, you have good taste. This whistle costs two silver coins." The peddler had an eager smile on his face. The two men were obviously aristocrats. If he raised the price a little, he could make more money.

Joel frowned at the price, knowing that the vendor was deliberately raising it, but he had come here to play with Tia this afternoon. He finally saw something he liked and it would be a shame not to buy it. He planned to take the loss and then talk to Zoltan about regulating the vendors on this street.

Just as he was about to take out the money, he felt his sleeve being pulled. He looked down and saw Tia pulling him out.

"Don't you like this whistle?" Hoel was puzzled. Although the price was a little high, it was within an acceptable range. There was no need to give up something you liked for a little money.

Tia was silent for a moment. She hadn't had much money before, so once something like this was priced at a premium, she wouldn't even consider it. Furthermore, she hadn't missed the gleam in the vendor's eyes just now. She knew she was being ripped off, and her good mood faded. One silver coin could be exchanged for ten copper coins, and she had just bought two desserts for only one silver coin.

"I don't really like it. It's too expensive. Let's go."

The vendor didn't expect the noble lady to bargain. "Wait, miss, since you're asking, it means this item is meant for you. How about 15 copper coins?"

Joel was no longer in a hurry and turned his gaze to Tia. Tia knew that the vendor would definitely make a profit at this price, but he just had to support his family and there was no need to cut the price too low, so she nodded to Joel.

The attendant behind him immediately paid the vendor, who looked at Tia with a smile while holding the money, "Thank you, Miss."

Tia looked left and right with the whistle, and finally ran away with the whistle.

Looking at his sister's reckless appearance, Joel couldn't help but wonder if his eyes were blurry. His sister was obviously so well-behaved, how could this happen?

When he was distracted, Tia ran to another vendor when he looked up again. Joel could only resign himself to following her.

Tia used the few copper coins she had on her to thread a rope around the whistle, and when she saw Joel approaching, she asked him to squat down.

"Close your eyes!"

Although he didn't know what Tia wanted to do, Joel still closed his eyes. After closing his eyes, the sensations of his other senses continued to magnify. Joel could clearly feel himself being surrounded by his sister, and then a small heavy object gently pressed on his neck.

"Thank you, Tia."

Tia had planned to give Joel a surprise, but he didn't expect her to say it directly without understanding the situation. With an angry snort, she let go of his hand. She had intended to leave Joel alone for a while, but before she could even ask him to open his eyes, he felt the weight on his neck drop slightly and opened his eyes.

Joel hadn't noticed that Tia was about to be irritated by him. His mind and eyes were filled with his sister giving him something, including her favorite whistle! The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Originally, Tia was still angry and thought that it was no wonder that when they passed the line of Joel before, the straightforward approach gained her favor the fastest. But when she saw Joel squatting there, staring at the whistle with a smile on his face, she was no longer angry. Wouldn't it be better to speak directly to such an easy-to-understand person?

"My brother is bad. There are no surprises."

"It's not a surprise, but I'm very happy." Joel happily picked up Tia and said, "I will definitely carry her with me every day from now on."

"Okay!" Tia did not forget that Joel, one of the male protagonists, had to go to the battlefield because he had to follow in his father's footsteps. As the male protagonist and the test of his own judgment power, Joel was betrayed and besieged on the battlefield time and time again. Being isolated and helpless honed his inner integrity, giving him the strength to become the male protagonist and a miserable growth experience.

She always remembered a saying, "Any kind of suffering is not worth singing about." Why should she go through so much hardship when she could grow up normally? With this whistle, no matter what others do, as long as she is there, she will go to save Joel without hesitation.

Every time! Every time!

The more Joel looked at the whistle, the more he liked it. He didn't forget to look around. Although the necklace was said to be a gift for Tia, it was not specially prepared. Tia could fool him, but not!

There were many vendors along the way, and the sharp-eyed ones watched as Joel's eyes scanned the stalls, shouting even harder.

Although there were many things, he felt that picking any one of them out alone was not suitable as a gift for his precious sister. Joel looked at them back and forth and was planning to coax Tia to buy her a gift next time, but then he saw the little one fall asleep on his shoulder.

【中世纪英格兰的汇率：1金币=20银币=240铜币，文中为了简化记忆和计算改为1:10:100】