Poverty Alleviation Princess

Ah Yuan was dreaming again.

It's just that this time I didn't dream of Madara and Hashirama fighting, nor did I dream of appalling disasters or scenes of hell.

It's quite rare, even in a dream, A Yuan is quite surprised.

She has been missing for a long time and is rare, dreaming about things that happened after a very young age.

That was when she was five or six years old.

For the first time, she was brought back to the 'home' of Li's family by her mother.

The quaint mansion, and the long corridor that winds and twists in it, and I don't know when it will come to the end.The lanterns hanging on both sides swayed slightly.

There seems to be a small shadow inside, but when you look closely, there is nothing.

Like a legendary elf.

When she was young, she took her mother's hand and walked along the deep corridor.I don't know how long I walked, and finally came to the largest room.

It was there that she first met the legendary great magician, Clow Rido...

Portrait.

Although it was only a portrait, she always felt that the person in the portrait was 'alive' and seemed to be looking at her.

Strictly speaking, Clow Rido is not from the Li family.

His father was British, but his mother came from the Li family.But he is in the Li family blood and is one of the 'greatest' magicians.Therefore, his portrait also remained in the ancestral house.And part of the magic props and inheritance also stayed in the Li family.

A long time ago, A Yuan thought that she might be the "magic girl" in the story, who would be selected by props or inheritance, and then embark on the great road of saving the world.

...Of course none of the above happened.But what happened that day in my memory, just because I fainted, I don't know what happened.

In the dream, A Yuan once again saw the portrait of the legendary great magician.

The black-haired great magician leaned on the armchair, his half-length hair was tied into a strand hanging beside his chest, and he wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses.The black robe hangs down to the ground.He rested one hand on the back of the armchair, and closed his hands slightly... as if he was holding something. He had a handsome appearance, and his beautiful eyes drooped slightly, as if...

looking at her?

Then I don't know if it was an illusion, A Yuan seemed to see the person in the portrait smiling at him.

Just when A Yuan in the dream was horrified at "Why is the portrait still laughing, Ma Ye", a warm hand stroked her hair.Then, a voice suddenly sounded.

"This child is a predestined person. He has a predestined relationship with.... His nickname should be A Yuan."

...So that's where my nickname came from?

She was in a trance, then slowly broke away from the dream and woke up.

But then again, what's the use of knowing the origin of your name?

And he didn't make it clear what he was related to.

I care so much.

A Yuan rubbed her temples and got up.

In a trance, with Mei Li's help, he changed his clothes and ate in a trance.

I still cared about it until class, but having said that, the number of strange dreams seems to have increased recently.Although it also feels like I have obtained a lot of information.

But more still feel suspicious.

The system still hasn't moved much, so the task shouldn't be the cause - at least not directly.

Was it stimulated again, or encountered something strange?

She thought of the new function of 'Princess Holiday' that popped up in the system a long time ago.

At that time, it was because he encountered something that Amano Sho gave him, and then absorbed the power in it.But this time, the system didn't prompt, and A Yuan didn't feel that he encountered anything strange...

"Would you like to try Merlin's dream interpretation?"

"... What dream interpretation?" A Yuan thought she had heard it wrong.

"Merlin." Mei Li answered naturally. "It is said that Merlin, the great magician who assisted King Arthur, is the most powerful magician in British history. According to legend, he has half non-human blood, which is why he has such powerful power."

"Therefore, regarding dreams, you can try to 'ask' the great magician Merlin to interpret the dream."

"Of course the most popular one now is to rely on tarot cards, but the best use of tarot cards are gypsies, but gypsies..."

Mei Li frowned, obviously unwilling to mention this clan.

Gypsies are always on the go, they're passionate and romantic...but it has to be said that most gypsies make their living by stealing and cheating and begging.

They stubbornly abide by their own rules, refuse to integrate into the new era, neither change their way of life, nor obey the local laws. Therefore, most of the Gypsies are not welcome as a group.

Of course, most men don't mind having a romantic history with a gypsy girl, but the romantic is the romantic, and no one is willing to take responsibility for the gypsy.

Vicious circle.

It always feels unreliable.

Leaving aside the tarot divination, Merlin lived thousands of years ago, so how could he interpret his dreams... Meet in heaven?Or meet Avalon?

Meili mentioned this matter, and A Yuan paid a little more attention to it—then she found that the nobles and rich people at this time, especially the girls, really believed in this.

Not to mention the dozens of different methods of Tarot divination, there are even several different rituals unique to "Merlin Interpretation of Dreams".

Some with bay leaf, some with sage.

There are candles and essential oils.

... Archmage Merlin's business is still very busy even after a thousand years.

A Yuan held a glass of champagne and stood on the terrace behind the curtain. The bustle outside was too metaphysical, so she should try her hand at it.

How easy to touch the fish.

However, before she could savor the wonderful touch of 'fish', bursts of screams came from the banquet hall.

"Do not move."

Seeing Ah Yuan's tendency to step forward to find out, Arnold immediately stopped him.

"Hide here, I'll go and have a look, and I'll be right back."

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared into the curtain

...that's true.

A Yuan blinked, but after all, she didn't leave directly, but stood beside the curtain, and carefully opened a corner to look inside.

The hall has become a mess - it seems that a fugitive or something rushed in, in order to prevent it from hurting the distinguished ladies and ladies, it is now being investigated.

The fugitive is not necessarily true, but it should be true that someone who should not belong to this banquet or something else ran over.

I just don't know if it's a reporter or a spy.

A Yuan squinted her eyes and looked towards the hall, suddenly felt a weak pulling force coming from her skirt, she looked down and saw a bloody hand.

"Save, save me..."

"..."

"Okay, sorry to bother you ma'am."

"Sorry to disturb your mood, sir."

The staff member in charge of the search apologized politely and moved on to the next person.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Have you seen any suspicious people? A thug broke in. We are not sure if he has other accomplices. For your safety and everyone's safety, if you see any suspicious people. Please be sure to tell us."

A cleanly dressed attendant walked up to A Yuan.

"I didn't see anything... because the fragrance was too strong, I came out to blow the air, and I'm still a little dizzy now." A Yuan rubbed his forehead with a posture of headache, "How did you get people to sneak in? If there is still no solution, I will go straight back."

She assumed an air of impatience.

"You go and ask my servant to prepare a carriage for me."

"I'm sorry ma'am, for your safety, all guests are not allowed to leave now."

"Is this how the Marquis treats guests?"

A Yuan's voice raised a bit.

"I'm sorry ma'am, we will offer an apology later - if you feel unwell, I can take you to the second floor for a rest."

As he spoke, he took two steps forward, as if he wanted to help her.

A Yuan's breathing quickened by half a minute.She just happened to be stepping on the bloodstain now, if she was helped away by this person, she would really be exposed.Plus……

She resisted the urge to look at her skirt.

"The foreman will look for you again."

Just as the attendant walked in front of A Yuan, another attendant's voice came from behind him.The new squire half bowed his head, fluffy blond hair that looked like tiny rays of sunlight.

"...This lady is unwell, take her to the second floor to rest."

The attendant looked suspiciously at his colleague. He had never seen such a person before, but considering that there were many temporary servants today and he was afraid of delaying the work of the foreman, he still chose Let's see what's going on with the foreman first.

A Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at the new attendant more vigilantly.

And his hands were already pressing on the kun uchi that Madara gave her through the clothes.

"Don't worry, I'm not an enemy."

The blond squire raised his hands.

"Of course you won't believe me when I say that, but at least I won't hurt you."

"And, good lady, your dress seems to need some work."

He glanced down, and A Yuan looked over, and saw that the corner of his skirt was already stained with blood.Although this prompt does not represent good intentions, it is always 'no malice'.At least not now.

If she just walked out like this, people would definitely see her.

"Actually, it's not just about bloodstains."

Ah Yuan sighed.

It would be nice if there was only a little blood.It's just that she accidentally touched her, and the other party can't forcefully torture her, right?

The biggest problem now is that there is a wounded child hidden under her skirt.Although standing with panniers doesn't look too obvious, but once you move it, all previous efforts will be wasted.

She raised the hem of her skirt, wanting to show the 'biggest problem' to this handsome young man who seemed very friendly.After all, there is no better way now.

"do not move."

At this moment, a cold male voice suddenly sounded.

The young man with short light blond hair and an indifferent face stood behind the blond attendant, and the cold blade was pressed against his neck.

The author has something to say: Many years later, when I asked the Guardians about the most impressive scene when they first met the BOSS: Arnold: I almost cut off his head.

giotto: I almost got my head cut off.

A Yuan (interrupted): I witnessed that one of them almost beheaded, and the other was almost beheaded.