The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gellin walked through the manor garden, feeling angry. Yesterday, he handed over the manor and the medicine shop to his maid Naanman, and this decision caused an uproar in the noble circle. The nobles who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing feather hats cast mocking eyes at him at the tea party, as if he had handed the fate of his subjects to a reckless donkey.

"Oh, Gerling, do you really believe that a maid can manage this manor?" A young nobleman named Royle said sarcastically at the tea party, followed by a group of amazed friends. His voice was like a cold needle tip, which made Gerling feel stinging.

"Perhaps her durian pie is really good, so she is qualified to control our fate." Another noble continued, "I heard that the medicinal food she makes is really good for curing diseases. Don't underestimate her."

"But she is just a maid. How can she be on equal footing with us?" Royle continued to sneer, with strong contempt in his words.

Gerlin gritted his teeth, with a strange determination in his heart. He believed in Naanman's ability. He remembered her performance in the pharmacy, how she carefully prepared herbs, how she patiently listened to the patients' complaints, and how she was never afraid of those delicate nobles. He really couldn't accept her being humiliated.

Just as his thoughts were wandering, the sudden sound of footsteps interrupted his meditation. Naanman came from the depths of the garden, her face calm, holding a basket full of fresh herbs. The sunlight shone on her long golden hair, as if she was coated with a layer of brilliance.

"Good morning, Gerlin." She nodded slightly, and her gentle yet firm tone made people feel a little warm.

"Good morning, Naanman." Gerlin suppressed the ridicule of the nobles around him and asked with some concern, "Did your work go well last night?"

"Yes, I managed the purchase of some new medicinal materials and also received several patients." Naanman smiled slightly, with confidence in her bright eyes, "These medicinal materials can better serve our patients."

"I know you are capable, but..." Gerling changed his posture, hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Can you stand the ridicule? They always think you are unworthy."

Naanman chuckled, her tone as warm as the spring breeze: "I don't care about other people's eyes, Gerlin. As long as I can help those in need and bring back their smiles, nothing else matters."

Her tenacity warmed Gerling's heart, and he remembered the reason why he chose Naanman in the first place. Her perseverance, her intelligence, and her kind heart. He firmly believed that the responsibility of managing the manor and the medicine store would shine in her hands.

"You are right." Gerlin was slightly moved. "I will fully support you. You can manage this manor in your own way."

"Thank you, Gerlin." Naanman's smile became brighter, and it seemed that even the flowers in the garden bloomed more brightly because of her smile.

The afternoon sun shines on the gentle land, and the joyful chirping of birds can be heard from the manor. Naanman organized a small exhibition of rare medicinal materials on the lawn. She hopes to take this opportunity to let the surrounding villagers understand the value and use of medicinal materials, so as to improve people's living standards with the strong support of the manor.

A group of villagers surrounded her, their faces full of curiosity and anticipation, almost like flames flickering in the sun. Naanman patiently explained to them the properties and uses of various medicinal herbs. Beside her, Gerlin stood by, staring at her intently. The step he had just taken opened his eyes to a whole new world.

"What kind of medicinal herb is this?" An elderly woman pointed at a delicate little flower in the basket with a trembling finger.

"This is healing grass. It can relieve many kinds of pain." Naanman said gently, with infinite patience in her eyes. "Only a small amount is needed to make a medicinal soup."

"That sounds amazing!" Another villager was eager to try, "Then why don't you open a medicine shop among the nobles?"

"I prefer to share my knowledge with everyone here." Naanman smiled, with wisdom shining in her eyes. "The existence of medicinal herbs is not just for curing diseases. They are closely related to nature and life. We must let everyone understand this."

Thanks to Naanman's efforts, the villagers who returned home all brought back a lot of medicinal materials and spiritual satisfaction. Gerlin looked at the departing figures and felt proud. He knew very well how correct his decision was.

Just as he was immersed in such thoughts, he heard Royle's sarcasm:

"I say, Naanman, you are just using herbs to deceive these poor villagers. Who would praise a maid as so noble?"

Gerlin's face suddenly darkened, ready to argue with him. However, Naanman smiled slightly, took a few steps forward, and bravely looked Royle in the eye.

"Royle, you may not understand, but here, I am not a maid, but a person who conveys knowledge and hope." She said, her voice clear and firm, like a gust of wind that penetrates the soul. "Even an ordinary life can create extraordinary value."

Royle was stunned, and the nobles around him were also shocked by this aura and courage. Gerlin smiled slightly beside him, knowing that Naanman had broken the shackles of prejudice with her wisdom.