The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Ah! This entire month of work has made me feel like I'm living a life worse than death!

Theresa couldn't help but question her life. Was all this God's punishment for her? She couldn't possibly go anywhere else to work.

I originally thought that as long as I sold all the cakes and stocked up on goods, I could have a break for a while.

But someone spread the news that a beautiful little girl like a goddess had come to Grandpa Augustus's house.

As a result, many villagers could not contain their curiosity and impulse, and wanted to come and find out what was going on and see the beauty of this little beauty with their own eyes.

Oh my, I am so grateful, thank you!

Originally, Oleg and Augustus, the grandfather and grandson, only needed to make pastries three times a day, but now the wind chimes outside the door are ringing all the time.

This made them very happy! They worked non-stop to prepare the goods, with Grandpa Augustus in charge of making them and Oleg in charge of selling them.

The back and forth, making and selling, was a busy affair, while poor Theresa was like a top, running back and forth, not only helping to arrange the cakes but also having to deal with the villagers' constant advances.

Especially those naughty little brats! They stood beside adults, staring at me with their lecherous eyes, which made me both angry and amused. They were so lecherous at such a young age, they really needed to be taught a lesson.

What’s even more outrageous is that these little kids have learned to pick up pens and draw on paper, and then hand it to him for him to see.

Please! I don't have the time to help you all with each one. I'm so busy!

So that day Theresa went on strike...she covered her head with the quilt and looked at Oleg with resentful eyes.

"Uh, this is this month's salary. I asked grandpa to give you a little more. Haha, thank you for your hard work. Sister Ina doesn't seem to have anything to do today, so you can go play with her for a while."

Oleg looked at Theresa, who was hiding in the quilt, curled up like a frightened little rabbit, and was resisting going to work.

He realized that he might not have fully considered her feelings. During this period of time, he and his grandfather had been immersed in the joy of making money, but seemed to have overlooked that Theresa was still an innocent little girl who could not be compared with himself.

Oreg had long regarded Theresa as his own sister, especially when he heard Ina say that little Theresa could actually speak, and when he heard Dr. Max's re-examination results, which showed that she seemed to be fine, it was just that his medical skills were limited and he was unable to find out what the problem was.

All of this made Oleg eagerly anticipate the moment when little Theresa would call him brother. He secretly resolved that once he earned enough money, he would take her to the city for better treatment. It was said that there were people there who were favored by the goddess and who might be able to cure her illness.

He also planned to help his grandfather open a branch of his bakery and assist his sister Ina in opening a tailor shop. Although he heard that rent in the city was expensive, he believed that with his and Ina's efforts, they should be able to raise the necessary funds.

The future is really promising, but we still have to work hard to make money.

After seeing Oleg leave, Theresa quickly got up from the bed, picked up the banknotes on the table, and put them in her small bag with satisfaction.

That was what Sister Ina made for herself so that she could store her money. It turns out that people are happiest when they get their salary.

The main source of income for the village is the merchants who come to buy crops and herbs. After all, this area is surrounded by mountains, so there are still a lot of herbs.

I have probably figured out the currency ratio myself, and it is exactly the same as mine. Oh my God, I am increasingly suspecting that this is a replica of the world.

Just bring one banknote and leave the rest of the money at home.

Theresa carried a small and exquisite shoulder bag on her back and walked carefully along the mountain road. As she walked, she looked around vigilantly, fearing that she would meet those annoying little followers again.

Meanwhile, Ina finished her work on making clothes and went down the mountain to look for plants, some of which could be used as natural dyes for making clothes, while others could be bought by merchants.

When Theresa arrived at the river, Ina was already there washing the plants she had just picked.

Seeing Theresa's arrival, Ina greeted her with a smile: "You're here, little Theresa! Look, there are so many precious herbs here. When the next caravan comes, we will definitely be able to sell them for a good price."

Theresa walked over to Ina, put down her small bag, and helped her wash the plants.

"You know, little Tracy, Oleg asked me to marry him."

Ina was smiling, her eyes sparkling with happiness, but Theresa, who was standing next to her, had no change on her face, as calm as usual.

"Oh, I forgot. You seem a little... At times like this, you should make this expression!"

Ina looked at Theresa's expressionless face, and suddenly reached out her hand and placed it on her face, gently pulling it upwards, making her smile.

"Are you surprised? This is a proposal, not a confession." Ina continued, with a hint of excitement and anticipation in her tone.

However, Theresa did not feel too much in her heart, because all this seemed to be within her expectations.

It was only a matter of time... The villagers have long noticed that the relationship between you two is special. And he's probably making more money this month than ever before, which has given him even more confidence.

It's all thanks to me that I helped make the marriage of the newlyweds come together.

"Yeah!" Theresa nodded.

Ina happily held Theresa in her arms and rolled around on the grass.

"Hehe, I'll let you be my flower girl. I'll definitely be very proud of you being such a pretty little flower girl!"

After rolling for a while, Ina seemed tired and lay on the grass, enjoying the breeze.

"Do you know the Saint? Little Tracy."

Theresa shook her head.

"The Saint is the goddess's favorite. My dream is to make a dress for her."

Thinking of this, Ina's eyes lit up.

"Little Tracy, do you want to be a saint? I heard that saints are all very beautiful. With your looks, I'm sure you can be one!"

If I became a saint, the human world would be in chaos, right?

Theresa still hasn't figured out what kind of existence she is. After a month of working as a corporate slave, she is definitely becoming more and more like a human.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as my consent. Hehe, I will definitely design a beautiful saint's costume for you!"

You definitely did it on purpose. Forget it. I guess the Saint will never have anything to do with me in this life.