The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

A whole week had passed since Clover ate that strange thing.

During these days, the sky was always clear blue, the weather was sunny and the sunshine was so bright that it made people happy. Every day seemed to be a happy day.

If you ask why this is the case?

That's because every day there would be villagers coming happily to announce the good news, claiming that their wives were pregnant.

From then on, Clover and Theresa began to eat and drink for free every day with peace of mind, enjoying the special treatment brought by this sudden joy.

The villagers worked even harder. Having children meant they had more to worry about: food, daily necessities, and their children's future education—all of which required money. To this end, they rose before dawn every day to work.

Seeing her husband working so hard every day, as his wife, she naturally has to comfort and reward him well.

As time went by, the relationship between the couple became happier and more fulfilling.

And the four-leaf clover didn't even give the villagers a moment to rest after harvesting their crops.

She had already started thinking about what to plant in winter, and had thoughtfully prepared for them seeds suitable for winter harvest, such as radishes and cabbages.

The exchanges between the village and the guild became more frequent and closer, and the guild was enthusiastic and active in introducing relevant benefits to the young people in the village, trying to recruit new members for the guild.

Everything is moving steadily in a good direction.

If this were a game, after completing the side quests, the main storyline would undoubtedly have the best ending.

"Oh, I've done everything I could." Clover sighed, his voice full of relief and exhaustion.

She lay leisurely in the comfortable chair, holding a glass of cool juice in her hand, took a sip, and smacked her lips with satisfaction.

Theresa, standing beside her, held a fan and fanned her gently and rhythmically.

Clover continued, "After I leave, if the people in the village still have this drive, with this rate of development, this place will soon no longer be an unknown little village."

"Body?" Theresa asked with concern.

After so many days, Clover's body has gradually recovered and she takes time every day to wear a beret and go out to bask in the sun.

"You're still okay, right? Everything will come to an end tomorrow anyway. Even if you can't bear the gift of the goddess of abundance, at least you can receive her blessing, right? This is the last sip left, drink it."

Clover stood up, handed the juice to Theresa, and then stretched her body.

Looking towards the village, I felt a surge of emotion in my heart as this long journey was finally coming to an end.

"unhappy?"

Theresa finished the last sip of juice, looked intently at Clover's face, and asked with concern.

After the mission was over, she didn't seem as happy as expected, but rather surprisingly calm. Perhaps it was because her body had not fully recovered yet.

If she could really become a saint and receive blessings, perhaps she could be like a normal person.

After all, the way she handled things was a bit scary. When I think back to her previous self-harm behavior, I get scared.

"Unhappy? You guessed it!" Clover raised her eyebrows slightly, a look of surprise on her face, "Well, I am indeed a little unhappy."

She sighed softly, looking a little lonely.

"Because a child told me that he wanted something that could be kept for a long time, had commemorative value, and could remind him of other things when he saw it. But what happened? This child seemed to have forgotten."

Clover spoke slowly while gently tapping the back of Theresa's hand with her fingers, a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Guess what I'm talking about, kid~"

What the hell? Are you playing a guessing game?

What is it that can be preserved for a long time, is memorable, and reminds you of other things when you see it?

Sigh... could it be a photo? This option seems reasonable.

But the question is, did the world have cameras? Before the advent of photographs, were there other similar items that could replace them?

Um......

"painting."

Theresa finally gave an answer, and this answer was completely consistent with the various characteristics described by Clover.

"You still know this! I tried so hard to teach you how to draw, and even taught myself. And what happened? What kind of crap did you draw for me?"

Clover jumped up in anger and hit Theresa's head hard.

How could she blame herself for this? Theresa covered her head. Those were all paintings of sunflowers, not her real self!

Clover urged impatiently, "Hurry...go! I want to draw everything I see right now with a pen at the last moment."

Well, you are a patient after all, so whatever you say is what it is.

Theresa sighed helplessly and, as she requested, went back to her room to get paper, pen, and table, creating a comfortable painting environment for her.

"Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and draw. Just draw the picture you want in your mind. Drawing is very simple. I used to think so too. All you have to do is use your hands to pick up a pen and depict what you see." Clover said proudly.

你这样说话不怕被人揍吗，四叶草......

Theresa had no artistic talent, let alone painting.

So she just picked up a pen and scribbled a few strokes on the paper, just to get it over with.

"Okay, okay, let's stop here. Let me help you outline the lines later. It's almost time, Zoe asked us to go to dinner, and I definitely won't miss it this time. Oh, seriously, if I keep eating big meals, will I get fat?"

It’s not bad to be fat, but it’s better than being short and tiny now.

"Are you scolding me?"

"without!"

......

It was late at night and the whole village was immersed in tranquility.

At this moment, Theresa was lying quietly in bed, sleeping peacefully. Tomorrow she would finally be able to end this journey and return to her warm bed.

Clover sat at the table, picked up the paintbrush, and continued to help the stupid child complete the unfinished painting.

"I just fell asleep like that. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, a month has passed."

Clover gently put down the pen in his hand, looked out the window with a serious expression, and muttered to himself: "The most difficult problem is coming."

When Clover finished writing her last diary entry and completed her last painting.

Suddenly, an ice spike that was flashing with a faint blue light and emitting a hint of coldness passed through the window and firmly nailed to the wall next to Clover.

There was a piece of paper hanging at the end of the icicle.

There were four words written on it concisely and clearly: See you by the river.