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Ian sank into meditation while waiting, and since he was selected as the candidate for the Holy Son, sleep has been far away from him.Several guardian knights around him are loyally guarding him.They are dressed in silver-white armor made of special metals, with special marks that have been struck by magic.

They never let down their vigilance all the way from the kingdom of Helmore, which was disputed by theocratic power, to the east of the Kingdom of Milkvia.

The Kingdom of Milkvia was not a safe place either, and they avoided several small-scale chaos along the way.However, it is a country whose main faith is the Lord of Radiance, and it is even more difficult for other churches to infiltrate it.Facing ordinary people is much easier than facing well-trained church knights.

"Miss said she is free now." Mark opened the door, showing only superficial respect to the church staff: "Your guardian knight, please stay here. Miss can't meet people with weapons, please forgive me."

If it were put back 200 years ago, this passage would be enough for Mark to apologize and add hard labor: God's servants can carry weapons to meet anyone they want to meet.

Times have changed, and Ian, who had just escaped, didn't mind this, and he lightly made an upward cross.This was an expression of blessing and courtesy, but Mark naturally did not respond, nor did he ask why Ian kept his eyes closed.

On the way Ian fled with the guardian knights to the Kingdom of Milkvia, he didn't meet a single pious believer.It was the first city not at war and barely large enough.Even if the confidants around the lord are not believers of the Lord of Radiance, they are not in a hurry to give up.

He stood up and straightened his robes with minimal effort to stop the knights who wanted to lower their blades and follow.

The point is not whether to bring a weapon or not. The messenger's meaning is obvious. The lord here just wants to talk to him alone.

Mark nodded to him, turned around and led the way.

Ian didn't care about his faux pas, his eyelids couldn't cover the eyes of his soul, and he could still use his peripheral vision to glance at the surrounding furnishings: the castle was ordinary in shape, the first builders didn't have a strong aesthetic, and the decorations and decorations inside were extremely beautiful. Gorgeous... Apparently the user makes no secret of his love of luxury.

The guide called her "Miss" instead of the lord. It is likely to be a noble lady who has not performed the rite of passage, and it is not ruled out that it is personal interest.

What made him most regrettable was that there was no sign of the rising cross in the entire building, and there was no place to enshrine the gods on the surface, indicating that the atmosphere of disrespect to the gods here may be passed down from generation to generation.

Ian was the youngest among all the candidates for the Holy Son. He was born in a devout commoner family, and was selected and accepted into the church a few years ago.I can't help being a little nervous at this time.

He must obtain the support of the local lord. It is rumored that the Archduke Francis of Milkvia has a very tough attitude towards the church. If he flees further, he will only encounter greater resistance.

If it was a bishop, what would they do?What will you say to persuade nobles other than believers?

He doesn't know, he only knows that he must do his best.

The door opened inward, and the thick and deep red curtains blocked the sunlight. The light of the crystal lamp shone on the girl's light golden long hair, and the brilliance flowed to the slender eyelashes, the ends of which were slightly transparent.

The posture of the girl holding the black tea is very aesthetic, even though the glass coffee table placed in the center of the room is a bit abrupt, it still looks elegant.

Floria felt a little proud: Hehe, I learned this appearance from Francis, are you intimidated?

"Welcome, I am the lord of Rock City and Melanton City, Floria." Looking up at the door, she was startled by the young man who caught her eyes.

The background color of the robe on the boy's body is the simplest white, but the golden thread on it is very rich, closely imitating the shining of the sun, which is the same color as the boy's pure gold hair.If Crossel stands by, it's like the normal version and the blackened version.

What frightened Floria was not the slight resemblance between the young man and Crossel, but his tightly closed eyes, with a touch of golden lines where they meet the upper and lower eyelids.Almost thought it was pupils!

"I am the shepherd who praises the glory. You can also call me Ian." Ian drew an upward symbol on his chest, the door closed behind his back, and naturally sat directly opposite Floria.

Chances are the girl in front of him won't stop him or be offended—not just because of his inherent charm, but because of the power the Lord of Radiance bestows on the faithful.Human beings are easily influenced by the light, and when they are close to the light, they have the idea of ​​pleasing the light.

Shepherd.Floria emerged from the thoughts just now.She has studied the rank distribution of the normal church in this world.

First of all, the pope and regional bishop, who were absolutely impossible, were excluded. The young man in front of him was at least a priest who could preside over the normal operation of a church.I just heard Mark report that he came in exile from a neighboring country and brought 6 unpredictable guardian knights with him.

Hmm... the pope's illegitimate son?Or a relative of a bishop?Or a prince who converts after losing a power struggle?

These are all unimportant.

Floria readjusted her sitting posture and asked curiously, "Are your eyes okay? You seem to be able to see me?"

Ian nodded, and covered his eyes with one hand: "All candidates for the Holy Son will temporarily seal the eyes of the body and open the eyes of the soul."

The Holy Son's eyes can see a person's [sin] and [maliciousness]. Although the candidates are not that strong, they can feel a little bit.Ian stared intently at the beautiful girl in front of him, and relaxed in peace after a while.

He can be sure that there is no strange grievance entangled in Floria.He has seen too many aristocrats riddled with injustice, so he doesn't need to think that snakes are really good with filthy people.

Sometimes he also doubts, is it really okay to temporarily reach an agreement with evil people for the sake of justice and kindness?

After relaxing, Ian once again noticed the abnormal breath.To be precise, this room smells a little burnt?

He sniffed it, his face was a little red, there was a very faint orange smell on the girl's side, is it perfume?Where did the burning smell in the room come from?

"Mr. Ian, is it okay to call him that? Why are you visiting me in Yancheng?" Floria cut to the point.People in the church... It is said that it is too early to get no benefit.

"Of course, my knights and I are fugitives from a religious dispute." Ian confessed with some sadness: "Milkvia is a relatively safe country, and I hope you can give us a place to preach."

Missionary place?Floria immediately thought of the almost abandoned church.The staff inside don't even do worship. The teachings of the Lord of Radiance require people to go to bed early and get up early, and they always get up later than the sun.

It would be nice to give this church to this newcomer, at least outwardly like a normal priest.However, in this city that has just been occupied by a waste of time, how can we give buildings for nothing? !

"Speaking of places for missionary missions...it's really a headache." Floria pretended to be embarrassed, and looked at Ian out of the corner of her eye: "There is an old church dedicated to the Lord of Radiance, but people have lived in it for a long time. .”

"Please don't worry, as long as you are willing to give me the right to preach, I can handle this matter by myself and will not trouble you." Ian was a little happy. The church with the Lord of Radiance is much easier to handle. Most of the people are also related to the church, so it is unlikely that they will not be allowed to move in when they see the Son of God candidates and guardian knights.

Floria waited for his words, and leisurely stretched out a hand from the sleeve, palm up: "I'll trouble you to help them pay the tax first."

Among the dossiers she read through with a headache, the ones she could understand a little were related to numbers, because the system would help with calculations and classifications.

Generally speaking, the lord would not ask for taxes from the friendly local church, but she is not... the devil.

The Lord of Radiance doesn't want to have her as a follower, right?

This was beyond Ian's imagination.He went through all the valuable items as fast as he could: holy things?The armor and blade of the knights and his robes?Other magic items?horses?Each item can instantly offset any tax no matter how exaggerated, but each item cannot be given out.

As for the pocket change, it was only enough for a few days of rations.They can collect donations if they live, and they can hunt if they can't live. Now... what should we do?

The Lord of Radiance must have blessed his clever little mind. Ian seized the perishable inspiration and sincerely extended his hand to Floria, with the palm facing up in exactly the same posture.

"My dear lady, can you give me some help?"

The church was originally built on the donations of believers, and it couldn't be more proficient in fundraising.Ian only regrets that some of the knights who are best at collecting donations are not by his side.

Floria instantly understood that this guy was also desperately poor, and he had the cheek to ask for donations.

She clicked her tongue a few times in her heart, in order to maintain the image of the lord Guang Weizheng, of course she couldn't say out loud [I'm not your lord's believer, Gewuen! 】

Blinking her eyes, Floria thought of another way of dedication. She put down the black tea she hadn't drunk at all, and made a new suggestion.

"I remember, Mr. Ian, you have brought 6 strong knights, right?" Asking the church knights to help manage order and arbitrate some trivial matters, it will be much easier for her here.

The previous law and order management was completely disrupted by her predecessor, and she couldn't find a reliable man for the time being. If there were any big cases, she had to handle them all by herself, so who could bear it?

"Yes." Ian just nodded, suddenly thinking of something bad.His mentor once taught him that most of the church's income comes from donations. For the sake of the overall situation, some knights who go astray will even lose the chance to take the most strict three oaths...

He quickly waved his hand and added: "You probably don't know that three of my guardian knights are women, two of the other three are married, and one took the three vows in his early years."

"Isn't that better?" Floria thought about it, and it was completely fine.A knight with a family and a business takes root here, and can also contribute to the second generation of healers or guardians.

"More, better?" Does it mean that female knights are better?The picture in Ian's mind gradually became strange. If it was this noble lady and Ms. Olivia... no no no no!He quickly let go of the brain fill that started to outline the border of the lily.

"Yeah, I need you very much—" Floria raised a finger: "Help maintain law and order."

Ian quickly calmed down, and new doubts arose in his heart: Why does this lord trust the church so much?She clearly does not believe in the Lord of Radiance.

"Do you not mind us intervening in some affairs of the territory?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ian began to regret that being able to participate in the management of the territory would make missionary work much easier.With such a reminder, who would trust him?After all, the power of the church will weaken the rights of the nobles, and one will ebb and flow.

Floria's smile dispelled his doubts, the girl stood up, opened the curtains completely, and let the sun pour on the ground.

"Why do you mind? My goal is Xingchen Da... a big and new city group!"

After a while, Floria, who was biting her tongue, served tea to the guests.The specific details of the cooperation will be handed over to Mark for careful negotiation.

"Your Highness, why do you want to delegate power to the church? They are the most dangerous organization." Barbatos walked out of the shadows, and a bit of sulfur powder on his fingertips dissipated in the air.

Floria picked up the black tea on the coffee table and drank it in one gulp, panting: "Ha~ The organization that can be used is a good organization. I am not a human noble. I am afraid that some church will seize power?"

She wished that the church would send a few knights to help maintain law and order. It would be best to take care of all government affairs, including tax distribution.

A warm hand gently covered the face, and the other hand wrapped around the black tea cup that suddenly fell, and disappeared into the palm like magic.

"Your Highness, the boy just now is really extremely dangerous, are you listening?"

Angry?Floria didn't hear the angry tone, but she subconsciously sensed that the changes were happening.

Want to swallow, but don't want to be heard, it's bad to be found nervous... although I don't know why!

"Of course I'm listening. Are you so afraid of the church? The church in this world shouldn't have left any psychological shadow on you, right?"

Oops, because of nervousness, I uttered a harsh rhetorical question... Is it too late to regret it now?

The hand on the face slid down slightly, the fingertips rested behind the ear, and then down to the neck, Floria felt her heart beat faster: Barbatos will not be poked at the pain point, pinch me A strangle on the neck? !

"The subordinates have no fear, and there is no psychological shadow. I just hope that you can give some advice to the dull subordinates." When the nails are pressed on the main blood vessels, it will bring a greater sense of oppression than the actual strength.

Floria's brain is running at high speed, and the reason of "helping maintain law and order" will definitely not convince her.Apologize?feedback?Ask for her advice?

One by one seemingly correct options were quickly shredded, her heartbeat gradually slowed down, and she thought of a better reason.

"It's too short-sighted to only see free patrol soldiers. The focus is on [control], [medical treatment] and [extra potential]." The voice of the devil is full of confidence.

At the same second as Floria opened her mouth, Barbatos' hand completely left her cheek, but because of her back-to-back posture, Floria couldn't see her expression.

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"The first is control. For ordinary people, the reputation of the Lord of Radiance as an orthodox church is better than that of mercenaries or nobles. In order to preach, they will definitely ensure the law and order of the place at all costs and improve the atmosphere. No The necessary hassle would be greatly reduced."

Barbatos echoed: "Yes, my subordinates understand this too. It's just that it's easy to invite them here, but it's very difficult to send them away."

"Why send it away? I still have to build a dungeon. I will recruit enough adventurers before the construction is completed. How can there be adventurers without priests to treat them?" Floria knew that although there were doctors in this world, But more often than not, people want to rely on church priests to remove exotic diseases or heal trauma.

"That makes sense, so what is the extra potential you're talking about?" Barbatos straightened up and took a step back, which was a signal that the crisis was over.

"It's very simple. It's better to act first. They are begging us to stay here now. It's better than when the situation is stable later and the church sends people they don't know to supervise." Floria also stood up from the chair: " If we have a good relationship with them, we won't look suspicious, and we can't go around the church personnel to develop and grow in this country, right?"

Both Floria and Barbatos knew well that she had bypassed a crucial point: the boy didn't look like an ordinary church member.

"Barbatos, let's go. Let's teleport to the free trade city first. I told Marian that we will make hot pot."

"Your Highness."

"What's the matter, what's the problem?"

The devil took a few steps and knelt down on one knee before Floria panicked: "Please be careful in the future, this city is not worth your risk."

Floria took a step forward and stood in front of Barbatos, her skirt almost touching him: "Is this what you really want to say?"

"Of course, this subordinate only insisted on this point from the beginning." Until this sentence, the devil seemed very loyal.

In the next second, Barbatos stood up directly and hugged Floria who lost her balance.

Before the devil made a follow-up move, Floria resolutely activated the once-a-day teleportation function, the target: the basement of the overcrowded hot pot restaurant in Liberty City...!

Hot pot, milk tea, seasonings, the three-piece set that has been widely praised in several novels to conquer another world-it should be like this.

The orange-haired Floria poked her head out from the basement, looking in shock at the stew pot in the hotel and the children running around.This is Liberty City, right? It's not the royal capital?

It's not meal time now, some customers are sitting in the store enjoying the fire and hot soup.Cleaning up the dishes, tidying the tables, greeting the guests and children simply playing in the hall, there are more people than the guests.

"Miss..." Marian poked her head out of the back kitchen, with a look of embarrassment on her face: "It's cold in winter, these children have nowhere to go, so I asked them to come here to help, and they were all washed very clean!"

After thinking about it, he hurriedly murmured, "But you can't eat it either..."

Being misunderstood as a devil who eats children is only a secondary issue. Floria first pointed to the big stew pot next to her: "I asked you to make hot pot, right? I told you how to make hot pot, not adding fire to a pot." .”

Marianne had been told about the shape design of the pot, the concept of sauce and the method of meat treatment.Floria actually doesn't know how to make hot pot. Anyway, Marian's business here can be taken care of last, and the right way is to study the dishes and selling points first.

"Stew pot... Oh, miss, try it!" Marianne took out a wooden bowl graciously, scooped up a little soup with a spoon, and brought out a piece of meat, a few pieces of unidentifiable tubers, a small piece of sausage.

"..." Floria's entire backward body was trying to express the word "rejection", she was so confused, the thing scooped out from the soup pot with brown bubbles, was it really not a witch's potion?

Barbatos took the bowl from Marianne's hand, gently grabbed Floria's neck, and pressed the bowl to her lips with her terrified eyes: "Miss, it's better to enjoy the food while it's hot."

"Wa Bu——" Rejection requires opening the mouth, and opening the mouth certainly fails to refuse. The hot soup in the cold winter rolls down from the throat to the stomach, and the taste is surprisingly good?

There is no disgusting mixed flavor as imagined, and the stewed vegetables taste like fungi, sweet and refreshing.The seasoning of the meat is very mild, and only a little spice is needed to cover the original fishy smell.

"Not bad... But this is not what I want?" Floria tentatively still remembered her original idea.

As a convenient way of eating, hot pot is especially suitable for promotion in different worlds in winter.So she hopes to order a lot of small pots, so that the catering industry in Liberty City will be taken over by hot pot chains.You only need to heat hot water and pour the processed food into the hot water. Is there any food more suitable for chain store promotion than this?

When people got used to eating this way, gold coins would rain down on her purse.

"In the beginning, it was indeed according to your intention." Marianne put down the plate shyly: "But everyone thought the pot was too small, so they changed it to the largest soup pot later."

Floria looked at the big soup pot on the fire. Using this kind of pot instead of a small pot would make it impossible to queue up meat for cooking. Everyone had different things to cook.

So Marian simply changed the hot pot to miscellaneous cooking, which is still very popular in winter... very reasonable.

"It's more labor-saving than hot pot, okay, okay." She accepted this explanation: "What's the matter with those children? Where did they come from? If you want to open an orphanage, you can't just bring children here."

This hotel was originally converted from the house of the slave catchers. After the slave catchers were wiped out, Floria bought this small two-story building with a basement at a lower price.

She didn't want Marianne, who liked children, to become that kind of unscrupulous bad person.

Marianne shyly wiped her hands with her apron, her voice trembled slightly, but she was firm and frank: "Miss, these children are all discarded, if I am not sure that they have no other place to go, I will definitely not use your money for...advance invest."

The word was taught to her by Floria.

Since it is all about upfront investment, the Demon King is embarrassed to criticize his subordinates, not to mention that there is no difference between driving these children out in winter and killing them: "Don't tire them out, children will cost more money when they get sick."

"Yes, ma'am!" Marianne thanked happily after getting the approval, and stood on tiptoe on the spot.

"There are also the usual education issues—" halfway through Floria's words, the window of the hotel suddenly shattered, and a small stone passed through the gap and smashed into the soup pot. A rascal with a copy of a weapon, the leader put on a terrible expression, trying to spit on the ground to increase his momentum.

With a whoosh, the stone spun around and hit the rascal who was brewing momentum heavily, making an obvious dent in his abdomen.The rogue who received a huge blow flew backwards, there was a loud crash outside the door, and then there was silence.

"Are you sure there are no passers-by in his flying route?" Floria looked at Barbatos disapprovingly. It would be terrible if such a blow hits an innocent person, and it would be difficult to demand compensation from the building at the door.

"Miss, don't worry, the force exerted by this subordinate is only enough for him to fly to the middle of the street." Barbatos pushed his glasses: "There are still many survivors here for questioning."

The other scoundrels known as "living mouths" all took a step back under the gaze of her scarlet pupils.

"Speak, I'll give you three sentences." Floria impatiently stretched out three fingers.

"It's a misunderstanding..." the skinny rogue explained as he was pushed out by his companions, who watched in despair as a finger pressed down.This young lady will certainly not accept simple fooling.

The skinny rascal took a deep breath, and spewed out a sentence like a cannonball: "This hotel doesn't pay protection fees, doesn't sell that kind of thing, and even takes up the big brother's place. We brothers had to come here to teach you a lesson. Lesson, I said it well at the beginning, but the proprietress didn't want to, so I brought a weapon today..."

"Stop, stop, stop, I understand." Floria's finger was still upright: "You want to collect protection money, but my maid will not pay it. You are here to teach people a lesson today, right? Who is the name behind it? ?”

"Yes, yes, no, no, no..." The rascals only admitted that they came to charge, but no one dared to hand over the name of the messenger. Even if it is information that can be obtained by inquiring, if they take the initiative to say it, the nature will change. .

"Miss, I'm the one here?" Before Barbatos could finish speaking, another figure blocked her.

"Miss, please leave it all to me." Marianne walked to the saucepan with a sharp hatchet, and the children quietly slipped behind her, very skillfully.

"Please trust your maid, she can protect your property." Marian raised her skirt to salute, please trust me...you can protect everything about me.

As long as you are a good boy, will you be treated gently by adults?

Don't be kidding, this sentence is the same as no pair of parents who don't love their children. It is a lie that sensible people no longer believe. It can only comfort the children held in the palms of their parents.

Marianne had known about it for a long time, so she had been pretending to be a good child.

She felt that the gods would forgive her, because she didn't lie for candy, she just wanted to live a better life.

This point can be potatoes to eat at night, not going hungry tomorrow, building an extra layer of hay, and being beaten lightly... It can also be a longer-term benefit.

Orphanage, this is a "good place" for [children without parents] like Marianne.

Respectable adults divide orphanages into church orphanages, public orphanages and general orphanages.Many naive people think that the only difference in these orphanages is the funder. Every orphan can still have enough food and clothing, and when he grows up, he can have a subsistence job and not cause trouble to the society.

More vicious people would laugh and call these orphanages "good places": a good place for the church, a good place for kings, and a good place for brothers.

The good place of the church is said to be clean and solemn. Most of the orphans inside are the children left behind by the accidental death of devout believers. They have cultivated some theological knowledge since childhood.

There are some illegitimate children of nobles or unwanted children squatting in the king's good place, and occasionally there are children who can't survive chickenpox or other minor problems.

Not many orphans have the opportunity to enter the first two good places, and the good places that really belong to the "little bastards" are brothers.Some facilities for raising orphans opened by businessmen, certain organizations, and individuals, even if they are just dilapidated huts or even more terrifying buildings... they are still orphanages in name.

What the child inside can experience depends on whether his life is good or not.

Marianne knew that she and her companions had neither the best nor the worst luck.

The director of the orphanage, Granny Anya, is a vicious but not shrewd woman. She only uses the most primitive means to squeeze the children under her hands: withholding funds allocated by the chamber of commerce, filling the children's bellies with the worst food, Keep the older kids busy stringing beads and growing vegetables while the younger ones have to work hard at cleaning and doing various chores.

At first it was just that.

Marianne understood that the fate of all of them depended on Grandma Anya.This mother-in-law can whip and even starve a child or two at will, and no one really cares about their life or death.

The only way to make this mother-in-law seem kind is to be well-behaved and obedient.

So every morning, Marianne would be the first to get up and clean the room.She also needs to teach the younger children one by one how to make the bed, be more polite to Granny Anya, and not mess or destroy anything.

Fortunately, there is nothing to destroy in the whole house, only the stairs that are in disrepair are a bit dangerous, and every child would rather jump when they step on those floors.

Marian was once moved by her own efforts: under her unremitting teaching, all the children are well versed in the way of observing words and emotions, and will not bother Grandma Anya and make hopeless prayers even if they are hungry.With this strength, it is better to go to the street and stare at some kind vendors.

Granny Anya is getting older, and she no longer has the strength and preference to whip to vent her anger when she was younger.She prefers to lie lazily by the side of the vegetable garden and watch the little things under her hands working hard under the sun.Even if she fell asleep, no one would dare to rest with her.

In Marianne's vision, she and the other children will eventually grow up, as long as they become adults, it won't be so hard, right?

We worked so hard, so now must be the hardest time in our life, a trial given by the gods.

She is the orphan that Granny Anya relies on most in the entire orphanage.Because Marian walked around the streets and alleys when she was very young, she somehow learned how to keep accounts, and when she was older, she did odd jobs for different shopkeepers to get paid.

He worked very hard in the orphanage and saved a lot of energy.

If Granny Anya was young, she would be very jealous of such a child, but now that she is old, she wishes for someone to be her assistant.

So Marianne knows where each child goes: a grocery store worker, a dock porter, a caravan apprentice, an adventurer's attendant... In short, Grandma Anya is like a peddler of groceries. Orphan Clearance Sale.

Of course, in order to explain to the housekeeper of the occasional investor, and to maximize the benefits, she is most willing to sell children over the age of 15.They eat a lot, and most of the daily chores don't make much money back, and they can sell at a high price.

These were real good places, and Marianne would have loved to have a decent job when she grew up.She believes that as long as she continues to work hard, she will seize her own happiness sooner or later.

However, the [established future] is just her self-righteousness.

"Canary Hotel, Clara, 1 gold coin." Amid Granny Anya's puffing, Marianne squeezed the quill tightly.

"Mother-in-law? Why is it... this kind of place?" The trembling of teeth was uncontrollable, and Marianne used amazing perseverance to control her tiniest expression.

Clara... that kid is only... how old is she?She is very small and timid, has beautiful curly hair and dimples, always peeks at her timidly and calls her sister...

"Don't worry, I didn't send you there." Granny Anya put the pipe aside and confessed to the child she trusted: "Master died, the funeral three months ago."

She's talking about investors.

"Mother-in-law, what about the orphanage?" Marianne asked softly.

"Master has a will, this orphanage was given to me." Granny Anya was a little proud.Over the years, she has never been caught by the tail of the master who never came and the housekeeper who didn't care.The master trusted her very much in the will, how could he be reluctant to part with a small dilapidated house?

Fear is one of the deepest negative emotions, and Marianne felt that her heart was about to be crushed by the devil.

Anya is a [vicious enough] stupid person, she will definitely use the crude imagination of a stupid and vicious person to get rid of all the children.

[How can I get the most gold coins? 】This sentence will become a deadly sword hanging on the necks of all the children!

Persuasion and pleading will not be effective, because Anya's mind is very simple.

"Mother-in-law, someone is willing to ask me. Give me some time, and I promise to find a gentleman who pays a good price." The first step is to buy time for yourself.Marianne took the initiative to show her fear and use value. She is too used to expressing the attitude she wants to express with the expressions she made up.This time too.

Anya didn't see through this hypocritical mask, she raised her hand indifferently: "I'm assured of your ability, I've already booked places for Sissy and Lawn, next time you can help me choose, and whether they meet the requirements My child. The master is gone, and I don’t plan to do this business for a long time, so I’ll clean up what’s in my hand... and work for a few more years, leaving some money for my nephew.”

"Of course, I support you, mother-in-law the most." Under the gentle smile, there is absolutely inexpressible anger and... killing intent.

Marianne's smile was as warm as the summer sun.

"Mother-in-law, please drink the medicine." The tea-colored liquid was placed on the head of the bed, and the person on the bed made a hecking sound, unable to speak from his throat.

"That's not okay, don't be willful." Marianne sat sideways and fed more herbs to the old man who couldn't break free. Her eyes were very focused, even more focused than the mother looking at the baby.

"Sister Marianne, Clara is back!" Lawn's voice was full of joy, and the children returned to the room surrounded by the timid girl.

They redeemed Clara with five times the price, and all five gold coins came from Anya's broken safe.

"Wait a minute, okay~ okay." After all the liquid medicine was fed, Marian straightened up.The will has been signed, just wait for the notary to come and take a look.

It's going to go well in the future, right?She doesn't need to enter the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss after death, so let everyone be happy in this world, shall we?

Is this an equivalent exchange?

【no】

What happened next was beyond Marianne's wildest imagination.How many of all the children escaped?She couldn't remember clearly, it seemed that a powerful mercenary broke in at the end, but...it was too late.

When she regained consciousness for the first time, her whole body was soaked in blood.Like a piece of pickled plum, it sinks and floats in the sauce.

"Only this can be used? Are you too useless?" The frivolous young man accused the robed man in front of him.

"Master Crossel, there are really too few materials...Only this can make eggs." The robed man was cautious.

"Hmph...forget it, there are too few, just one is useless to me, you take it elsewhere, don't bother me."

When regaining consciousness for the second time, a strange girl appeared in front of her, with horns, a tail, and wings.

I should be afraid, right?A mask of fear was instantly put on Marianne's face.

"Ah!!! It's the demons! It's the demons! Don't eat me!" The fear in the scream was fake, it was just to vent, to vent the powerlessness and bewilderment of losing everything.

Then, was laughed at.

"You're the villain, right?" It was clearly a derogatory term, but this girl didn't have any malice.

She stood opposite her majestically, just like the word [simple] itself.

That's why he reached out his hand so simply, even if he was simply deceived and eaten by such a pure demon, the situation would not be worse.

"Your Highness, can you sponsor the orphanage?" I really, really want to have my family again, and if I do, I definitely won't...

"Okay."

Don't lose anyone again, I swear to God, no, to His Majesty the Demon King, okay?