A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Alista will not give any guidance. The crow, which goes out early and returns late, will occasionally come to guide the direction of learning and remind the risks that should be avoided. When encountering obscure clips, the girl has to take notes carefully and find time to ask the crow for advice.

However, it might be impolite to always call someone a crow. One day, Cloris finally couldn't help asking the blackbird's name.

"Hey, name is fine. If you think I'm a crow, you can point to me by this title. Of course, you can also name me. I have collected hundreds of names chosen for me by others, but I I don't think this is a good omen, after all, the people who named me all died in the end." The crow spread its wings helplessly, its eyes filled with the brilliance of humanity.

"Dead? How did you die?"

"Most of them are at the end of their lifespan, quack quack, the disciples I guide rarely have out-of-control spiritual veins." According to Crow, after a superhuman reaches a certain level, more people die from out-of-control spiritual veins and curses , rather than a direct fight.

"What is this?" Cloris was not impressed by the crow's sneer. When is the end of life not a good sign?

"But this is not what I expected," Crow said, "I hope you can go further."

A strange crow exuding a gloomy aura, now it has a sense of mission when it quacks.

"Did I just keep calling you Crow?"

"Hey, a name is not just a title, it also contains the expectations, blessings and curses, and authority of the person who gave it the name... This is more troublesome to explain, even if it is a casual title, when it is bound to you, it will It produces an unpredictable mysterious effect, and the people from the Temple of Stars and the Temple of Knowledge are very good at defining titles, so I have been tossing around..." It was the first time that the crow showed such a distressed expression, it seemed to be recalling, and the eyes flashed with luster, It quickly returned to dark crimson, it seemed to have an idea, and croaked, "'Voyd', you can call me that, this is the transliteration of Teribi language, which means 'void', in fact, There are a lot of bad guys vying for the title, and I didn't want to get involved, but since you're here, I can give it a go too."

It sounds like a very dangerous title.

Cloris frowned, sensing a dangerous atmosphere, she asked, "Will this give you the authority of the void?"

"Not really," the crow shook his head, "but it will allow me to wade through the muddy water."

Cloris didn't know when her words would be so effective, but the secret light flashed in the crow's deep eyes, which stopped the girl from asking.

"Okay...Voyd?" Cloris responded hesitantly to the crow's expectation, "It sounds like a masculine title, I haven't asked yet, are you a male bird?"

"This is a problem I have never encountered before... To be honest, I don't care. I am not a bird in nature. If you dissect me, you may only get feathers and shadows," the crow quacked, " However, many titles do vary according to gender and affect the physical condition of the carrier, but this kind of mysterious effect is very weak, and I have not explored it. If you want, you can also change the name to Voyty... Goo! Do you feel it? ? This is just a name created just now, but during our conversation, it has been pointed to the void!"

Cloris couldn't empathize with the crow's excitement. She didn't notice any changes, but the girl changed her words decisively: "That's Wojty!"

Chances are it can transform this sexless, mysterious creature into a female.

The crow...can be called Voyty now, and flew out of the library after collecting the new name. It can be seen that this messenger is a busy bird.

It is said that she still has to stay in the Misur area for a while, and after communicating with the disciples of the Mason Society in the area, she will dive into the lower mist layer and even the deeper chaotic sea.

Cloris continued to read and delve into magic.

Magic is much less dangerous than associated skills, as long as it is not taboo knowledge, there are usually no curses and negative effects.But at the same time, there are also great requirements on the casting materials and the individual attainments of the caster. The more complicated the magic, the more difficult it is for a trans-attribute Transcendent to cast it.

Each accompanying skill will have matching magic knowledge. What Cloris is studying is a permanent magic that strengthens illusions. After completion, it will directly act on the spiritual veins, which can enhance the light and shadow effects and simulate sounds through the vibration of the source force.

"One gram of fire source crystal dust, [-] gram of wind source crystal dust, one pig-faced bat wing, three lantern grass light cores..." Cloris copied it down carefully, not daring to reveal it. Cha, "A bubble puffer fish air bag...Damn it, this is not a creature from Missouri."

Cloris suddenly remembered that in a cookbook she read, it was mentioned that bubble puffer fish is an ingredient favored by elves. If this is the case, Fal Yar, who accepts the direct control of Teriby elves, may import this species of fish.

The girl immediately ran back to the bedroom, opened the stone bricks under the simple carpet, and took out the dirty banknotes and coins inside.

After saving for four or five years, Cloris has accumulated a considerable fortune through weaving hemp, collecting vines, and secretly reselling medicinal materials—three pounds, twelve shillings, and five pence!

It is equivalent to half of the compensation for the remains of the devil's cave miners.

Clutching the small money tightly, Cloris covered the banknotes and coins with warmth, and ran out of the bedroom, intending to rush towards the direction of the town.

However, not far from the door, the girl bumped into someone at the corner of the corridor, her hard chest was like two heavy rocks.

Cloris looked up, and the fiery temperature in her heart immediately cooled——

"A little thing that you don't know well, are you planning to do something bad again, huh?!"

It's Alista!

13. Blacksmith shop

Unfamiliar little things?

Cloris, who has done meritorious service, shed blood, and nearly died in the mist, has something to say!

Unfortunately, the girl opened her mouth, full of resentment and eventually turned into a submissive: "Good afternoon, Sister Arista..."

"What's in your pocket?" Arista said with a slumped face, like a burly female orangutan.

"Nothing?" Cloris took out her pocket and said innocently.

"If it's nothing, then you shouldn't be so eager to hold it in your hand. You want others to know what you are hiding?" Alista's voice changed from majestic to cold, and she said darkly, "I thought you He's a smart man, now... do you want me to pick it up in person?"

Seeing that she couldn't hide anymore, Cloris spread her hands out in despair, revealing a one pound note, four ten shilling notes, and several shilling and pence coins.

"Learn to steal money?"

"I saved this myself..." Cloris lacked confidence.

Child laborers without background have no (human rights) to speak of in Faljar. If they are found to be plucking, reselling goods, or having their hands and feet broken, it is thanks to the boss for his kindness.

Cloris would not foolishly argue with Arista about human rights, and only ask for a non-existent salary after a long time. Therefore, she could only pray that the nun would let her go, so she moved out the wording that the other party might accept : "I want to go to the town to buy raw materials for learning magic..."

"So," Arista sneered at Cloris' sophistry again, "did you expect to learn magic one day, so you saved up this money in advance? You are a dishonest person, little thing, but I like to hear Honestly."

"Okay, Arista, I bought the money with black hemp, thousand-handed vines and some medicinal materials, and they are all leftovers..."

"steal."

"Yes... yes..." Cloris pursed her lips, quite aggrieved.

Arista stared at Cloris playfully, until the uncomfortable girl was sweating profusely and was about to beg for mercy, then she took out two five-pound notes from her waist pocket and slapped them on the opponent's hand: "Buy Before getting the materials, you go to the blacksmith's shop to get what I want to forge, and then pay the blacksmith."

As if she had been pardoned, Cloris took the money and immediately left the current place of right and wrong, and Alista's thick voice came from afar: "Don't be abducted by traffickers, little thing!"

There are slave traders all over the Lower Realm, and abduction and trafficking of natives is a legal business, but Cloris has the identity certificate of Falyal's place of origin, and in a sense she can also be counted as a citizen of Teribi, so she will be protected by law.

The effectiveness of this kind of legal protection depends on the family background. Although the penitentiary for the poor is not worth mentioning, Arista has connections from top to bottom to manage it, and the local slave traders will not eat grass on the side of the nest, so as not to cause trouble.

In addition, Arista has been in charge of the reformatory for the poor for more than ten years. Compared with the unscrupulous mother who likes to send school-age orphans to the devil's cave to mine for compensation in the early years, the reformatory in Arista's hands rarely has children die. .

Even Lear and Lure, who were called bastards by the nuns some time ago, had a good start in the blacksmith shop, and the blacksmith master beat and scolded them, but the apprentices never felt that there was anything wrong.

The blacksmith shop that the nun mentioned is the one where Lille and Lure were apprentices. The blacksmith Danger was rescued by Arista during the famine, so Danger, whose son is 15 years old, doesn’t mind bringing out two more smithies. apprentice in business.

"Hello, Lear, Sister Arista wants me to fetch something. Is Mr. Danger there?" Cloris always looks like a fair lady when she goes out. dusty temperament.

The not-so-clean appearance does make people look bad. Cloris tried her best to dress up with a single ponytail and an apron to make her look like a little village girl. , still has an excellent appeal.

This is enough to make Lear and Lure lose their minds...

It might be a bit serious to say that they are out of their minds, but in Cloris' view, these are indeed two idiots with mental problems.

"C, Crow, Cloris, how did you get here...?" Lear asked stammeringly.

Didn't I say it!

Cloris narrowed her eyes with a gentle smile, "I have something to do with Mr. Dange, the nun asked, is he here now?" She looked at Lure next to her, "Huh?"

"Master Dange, he, he, ah, ah..." Luer seemed to be tongue-tied, and he buried his head, unwilling to look at Cloris's slender eyelashes, plump red lips, and dared not take a second look at the apron The ups and downs of the chest, "ah... no, I mean..."

"God." Cloris covered her forehead.

She never knew what was wrong with these two guys. Since she was nine years old, she had never heard a few decent words from these two guys. The girl judged that their brains had probably malfunctioned, and their intelligence was not as good as at home That five-year-old Xia Xia.

"Two gutless idiots, get out!" A bearded man walked out of the blacksmith's workshop. He kicked Lear and Lure aside, and when he looked at Cloris, he changed his previous violence. He said with a hearty smile, "The nun asked you to fetch the dagger, please wait a moment!" His voice was loud, but lower than the nun's decibel, "You two idiots, bring over the things I made the day before yesterday! "

Lear and Lure were not dissatisfied. They scrambled to get into the workshop, and the two of them pushed shoulders and rubbed each other, arguing in low voices, and slammed into the door frame.

"Did you see, Cloris talked to me!"

"She just called your name!"

"Hehe, but she didn't pay attention to you at all."

"She talked to me too!"

"What are you two idiots talking about, you can't even walk anymore!"

"Yes!" "Yes!" in unison.

Because Touch of the Void improved her physique, Cloris, who had improved her five senses, pinched her face, full of suspicion.

The blacksmith shop in Dange is said to have a history of a hundred years. His grandfather was a refugee from the Upper Realm. He settled in Far Yar by virtue of his forging skills.

Danger's blacksmith shop sells all kinds of ironware needed for logging, digging, mining, and cooking. Explorers who supply in Faljar also occasionally ask him to make some tools and accessories.

Cloris heard that the bearded man can also make guns, but this is just a rumor. Even if it is true, the technology of 100 years ago would be many generations behind today.

Lear and Lure quickly brought out the dagger in the wooden box, and Dange showed the girl: "I made this dagger according to the requirements for women's self-defense. Press this mechanism to make the blade pop out. Usually can be folded into the handle, easy to hide and carry... Be careful."

Cloris took the dagger, and with a bang, the silvery blade of the dagger showed a cold edge.

Dange added: "I added a streamlined design to the body of the dagger, which is better for piercing, but it is not suitable for swinging. The ridge is slotted with mithril, which can be enchanted by a wizard."

Self-defense...

Cloris pouted nonchalantly.

In the lower world, for delicate women, the protection of a dagger is not even as good as anti-wolf spray. If someone is about to do something, the best way to deal with it is to obediently beg the other party to be gentle, so as not to suffer more brutal injuries.

It's sad, but it's true.

As for shrews like Alista and Chef more generally, where is the pocket dagger enough?Mace, giant axe, and sledgehammer can beat anyone to the north.

and many more……

Cloris discovers a blind spot.

Why did Arista need such a toy?Besides, her fist, which was bigger than a bowl of vinegar, would certainly not be able to hold such a small thing.

After weighing the weight of the dagger, Cloris suddenly had an absurd guess: It couldn't have been made for her, could it?

14. Purple Stone Ring

The dagger was tucked into the apron pocket, and Cloris handed Danger two five-pound notes.

The blacksmith took the money in a daze for a while, then returned a five-pound note, and asked two apprentices to take change for one pound and twelve shillings from the counter.

This time it was Cloris' turn to stare blankly.

Why would Alista give herself ten pounds for a three-pound dagger?

After repeated confirmations, Cloris learned that Danger had waived the forging fee on the basis of the original negotiated price of five pounds, and basically only calculated the cost of raw materials, of which mithril still accounted for the bulk.

But this is also unreasonable. Alista's stingy female orangutan is good at settling accounts, so she won't double the original bargaining price of five pounds in the end.

Maybe it's for my own hard work.

With all kinds of speculation, Cloris said goodbye to the blacksmith and two apprentices, and walked to the market in the town.

Far Yar has a permanent population of [-], with [-] Tairibi Kingdom troops and [-] servants stationed there. Most of the population is concentrated in towns, while the rest are scattered in surrounding villages, furnace factories, devil's caves, and airport ports.

From the map, the settlement of Faljar is crescent-shaped on the edge of the Black Forest, and there is a light fog area as a buffer from the foggy area in the north. Logging, gathering and hunting in foggy areas.

The Penitentiary for the Poor is located in the southwest, away from the hustle and bustle, and is separated from the Black Forest by a river of mist. Therefore, every time Cloris enters the forest from the southwest corner, she will hardly encounter other humans.Many times, humans are more dangerous than beasts.

The same is true in the crowded town of Faljar, so Cloris wears a wide-brimmed black hemp hat when she travels, not because she is afraid of being trafficked, but to avoid unnecessary eyes and troubles.

In all fairness, my current attire and childish appearance are no match for the full-time workers at the Drunken Fragrance House. At best, I can only be a little maid helping to take a bath and change clothes.Those beauties from the Zuixiang Pavilion often go out, not to mention the empty streets, at least they will make all the passers-by stop and marvel that there are such beauties in the world.

Their clients are usually elven soldiers, local dignitaries, and explorers who have returned to the upper mist layer for rectification. Among them, the top card is serving the elven master who is an official in the government. Maybe they can get a legal upper bound before they grow old. identity.

Cloris stayed in a similar high-end brothel for a few months. At that time, the five-year-old little princess was raised as a future oiran, and she was raised white and tender. The proprietress once commented on her as "clever and clever", "obedient and sensible" , so the little girl didn't suffer in it. The hardest job is to help her sisters bathe and wash expensive clothes.

It's just that the premise of all these "easy" lives is based on the fact that the little girl will do certain unpleasant things when she becomes an adult. If Arista hadn't redeemed her from that colonial area, the present of those sisters would be the little princess's life. future.

Therefore, when seeing the woman in the Drunken Fragrance Hall, Cloris didn't feel pity or envy. In such a world, everyone doesn't have much choice.

After a lady from the perfume shop accompanied by a servant entered the perfume shop, the whole street came alive again, and Cloris went into Lizard Alley, a place where explorers traded.

Faljar is not the kind of city or stronghold that is close to the ruins. Lizard Lane naturally does not have high-level mysterious items and magic materials. Passing through this shortcut is the Elizabeth Hotel. In fact, Cloris is not full of confidence. With such a shabby appearance, I don't know if the security will let her in for consumption.

But she had to go again. Bubble puffer fish was an imported fish, and only elves were keen to eat it.

So before going, Cloris wanted to see if she could buy it in Lizard Alley.

Bubble puffer fish is a delicacy, and it is also the raw material for many low-level companion skills and magic. It lives in some colonial areas of the upper world's cloud sea and mist layer, and is not easy to breed.

Lizard Alley was full of people, explorers in armor and carrying guns passed by, mages wearing mage hats and robes embroidered with stars were picking items in front of the stalls, a team of explorers had a dispute with a vendor, but the vendors were also walking together , Immediately three people gathered to support him.

Cloris left in a hurry, and people who eat melons are easy to be accidentally injured.

After searching for a while, the girl only saw the fins and teeth of bubble puffer fish on a stall selling magic materials. Suddenly, the void in the girl's spiritual veins moved, as if smelling something delicious.She followed the inspiration and walked over, and saw a purple stone ring among a pile of jewelry and a box of unknown material.

"Huh." Cloris stretched out her hand to touch it, then quickly retracted it, avoiding the slap of a big rough hand.

"You little brat, why are you joining in the fun!" The stall owner was a lean middle-aged man, with rough skin that was pale, deep eye sockets, and a hooked nose that protruded, showing an extremely unique ugliness and wretchedness.