[West Fantasy] The noble lady who was divorced became rich

For Midaline, there is no psychological pressure at all for such a thing as betrayal, and even her handling style is much easier to understand than a political creature in the conventional sense-she will do it for whoever gives more money live.As the saying goes, people should look upwards, and money should look high.

The pure-hearted Midalene would never put all her eggs in one basket, so while receiving Solins' subsidy, she sold Solins' information to Grand Duchess Aquique.It can be said to use one thing to get double the money, jumping back and forth between the identities of Princess Solins and Crown Princess Aquique.

This operation not only showed the Grand Duchess Aquique, who has rich experience in political combat, but also made the scavenger monitoring Midaline feel very speechless.

"You are the most honest person I have ever met." Rita, the scavenger who was arranged by the Grand Duchess Aquique to monitor Midalene, thought of an inappropriate word to describe it after Midalene put down the teacup. The Crown Princess in front of me.

Regarding this, Midaline thought she was praising herself, so she smiled indifferently, and then asked, "When will the Grand Duchess Aquique be willing to summon me?"

Although Midaline is the Crown Princess of the Grand Duchy of Aquiqui, but because Prince Henry has not consummated her marriage with her so far, in the sense of religion and law, Midaline is not the real wife of Prince Henry, and even Prince Henry can use " did not fulfill her marital duties", she demanded a divorce from Midalene.

As a scavenger who is good at surveillance, Rita can certainly see the tension and fear she is trying to restrain in Midalene's eyes.

In this relatively open age, Midalene, who has no background and no money, actually doesn't have much choice.Because Richard of Solins would not care about a side branch princess who was thrown home, and the Grand Duchess of Aquique was not interested in caring about a symbolic "daughter-in-law", Midaline entered the court of Aquiqui At that moment, she knew that she could only rely on herself to fight for the future she wanted.

Even if the husband she married was a bastard, even if there was no one she could trust from Solins to the Grand Duchy of Aquique, compared to the bad situation before she got married, Midaline at least gained a real social status and a lot of money. dowry.

Moreover, watching the father who was forced by Richard to hand over his ex-wife's inheritance showed a distraught expression was also the greatest joy Midalene had gained from this unsatisfactory marriage.

"You want to stay here." Rita was very sure, but at the same time she said a little puzzled: "The Aquique Palace is not a good place."

"But Solins' court is even worse than here." Midaline immediately retorted: "It's all swampy land, but Aquique's side can at least allow me to touch a vine."

Rita didn't understand the metaphor of Midaline, but dutifully made her request to the Grand Duchess of Aquique.

"What a strange girl." The Grand Duchess Aquiqui waved her hand after receiving the news, not paying attention to Rita's report: "Let her hang out for a few days, and then arrange for Mariana to meet with Midaline."

"Aren't you worried that the crown prince will take the opportunity to harm Her Royal Highness?" Rita hesitated.

"Harm? Why did she harm Marianne?" The Grand Duchess Aquiquie sneered at this possibility: "Richard's premise is to find a sentimental girl who is easy to be fooled. Besides, Aquiquie's If the palace is easily conquered by a little girl who has been here for less than a year, then I, the female grand duchess, don't want to be the grand duchess, just hand over the seat to someone else!"

Rita knew that what she just said had crossed the line, so she knelt down silently and waited for the punishment from Grand Duchess Aquique.

"But what you said makes sense." Grand Duchess Aquique would not indiscriminately accuse her subordinates who dared to speak out: "When they meet, you and the little witch next to Marianna must be present."

"If Midaline dares to do anything, I allow you to take her down on the spot."

"Yes."

…………… I am the dividing line………………

"Hey! Are you dead?" In the dungeon of the Grand Duchy of Aquiqui, Figohill kicked the drow elf Oster who was dozing, and the latter opened one eye and said impatiently: "What's the matter? "

"When can we leave here?" Because there is only one wall separating the dungeons where male and female slaves are held, Figohill can lean on the iron bars to comfort his sister in fear, but this doesn't solve anything for the siblings who cannot communicate face to face .

"How do I know what the master thinks?" Oster was born as a commoner, and in the drow city-state of the matrilineal society, he can be called a "loser".Fortunately, he is outstanding in appearance and has a little talent in assassination, so after leaving the family, he quickly won the favor of noble women and was sent to a "vocational school" to receive brainwashing and brutal assassination training.

Since in the drow society, the only ladder for common men to power is the mistress or the bed of the priests, so Oster has to endure the strange habits of the patrons and lay down a rough road for his own future.

In the eyes of worshipers of the Fallen Goddess, the death of commoner males is as common as male spiders devoured by excited females.Even in the eyes of the drow noblewomen that Oster has served, abuse is not considered a trivial matter. Only a brighter red color and a crueler pleasure can make them feel happy.

In comparison, the new owner, Mariana, is not too gentle.

Although they were imprisoned in the dungeon of the Grand Duchy of Aquiqui, compared with the "imprisonment" that Oster had experienced, this place is simply a paradise.At least the jailers of the Grand Duchy of Aquique won't defile Mariana's stuff.

"For the sake of affecting me if you suffer, I might advise you." Oster closed his open eyes again, not wanting to stain his mind with Figohill's stupidity: "The slave will Look like a slave. If you don’t want yourself or those around you to suffer, ask less about things you shouldn’t ask, and learn to be an object or air.”

"You want me to give up my self-respect to curry favor with a lowly human aristocrat?" Figohill's face was covered with the words "don't be kidding": "Even if I was hanged on the city wall, I wouldn't would do such a disgraceful thing.”

"..." So he didn't want to talk to this idiot.

Oster pressed the tip of his tongue against his lower jaw, forcing down the sarcasm overflowing his throat: "Do you still have dignity?"

Figohill felt his spine being trampled on.

"Talking about dignity with a slave is no less ridiculous than talking about chastity with a prostitute." From Figohill's reaction, Oster got the pleasure of being tortured by the drow female nobles: "I'm waiting for you and those elves the day they were hanged."