Villainous princesses don't die in royal battles

what time is it?

A sweet and natural moan came out of her throat unconsciously, her voice faintly revealing the laziness of just waking up. When her vision was completely clear, Testia saw the hour hand pointing to the number five, patted her face, lifted the quilt and stepped on the slippers bed.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, tidy your hair, and change your clothes.

Half an hour later, Testia changed into a maid skirt that she usually wears, and tidied her clothes in front of the mirror. She just stomped on the Mary Jane shoes, and immediately saw the fleshy white silk on her knees wrinkled slightly. The jade finger reached under the skirt and gently pulled the hem of the white stocking upwards.

It wasn't until she felt her skin being slightly strangled by the stockings, and the silk wrapping her thighs became fine and smooth, that Testia raised her head, fine-tuned the black and white maid's headgear, and left the room after making sure she was dressed correctly.

Usually she doesn't have the habit of getting up at this time, but after asking about Catherine and Elena's news, Testia decided to get up earlier than others every day.

The corridor was silent, and a faint soothing fragrance permeated the space quietly.

Testia stood in front of Elena's door, waiting while meditating. After ten minutes, she heard gentle footsteps not far away.

A fuzzy black shadow approached slowly, and she was hidden in the shadow, as if blending with the surrounding darkness, and she couldn't even see the specific size without looking carefully.

Entering the bedroom, Elena's tense spirit was obviously relaxed. She was thinking about how to discuss with Kantor about starting a newspaper in the afternoon. When she walked into the room, she found Testia standing motionless at the door, looking into her eyes. Full of vigilance.

Thinking of the infiltrator's robe on her body to cover her figure and breath, Elena spoke softly.

"Testia, didn't you sleep at night?"

Hearing the familiar voice, and seeing the visitor take off the robe, revealing a head of iconic silver-white long hair and charming bright red pupils, Testia quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, lifted her battle-ready state, and responded softly .

"Reporting to Your Highness Elena, I woke up."

Seeing that Testia's sky blue eyes were not tired at all, Elena nodded and continued to ask her.

"Then you are waiting for me?"

The maid team should not have started work so early, and Elena came back at this time because she valued this point. Although she did not doubt whether the people sent by Catherine were loyal, the less people knew about such secret operations, the better.

"Hmm." Testia touched her skirt with a soft voice.

"His Highness Elena comes back very late every day, everyone is still awake, and no one can take care of her daily life..."

"So, I want to come here early to help Her Highness Elena fall asleep."

The only people who can be called Elena's personal maids in the palace are her and Catherine. As the head maid, she has to deal with many affairs during the day, and can only rest very late every day. If she wakes up early, she really has no time to sleep. Word.

Testia thought, anyway, except for her studies and a little serving work, she basically didn't have anything special to worry about, so she might as well get up earlier and take care of Princess Elena who came back late.

Elena slightly raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, her pink lips parted slightly.

"You are quite proactive..."

She had told Catherine before that she should let her rest well and get enough energy for the day, not to mention waiting for her to come back. She never forgot to remind Testia, who also knew about it.

However, when she returned to the bedroom in the hazy morning mist, there was still a person who took the initiative to guard the door waiting for her return. Elena's heart was rarely touched, but she quickly retreated like a tide, and gently opened the door. Let Testia enter the house with herself.

Standing outside all the time, it would be bad if other maids who got up early saw her.

Following behind Elena, Testia keenly smelled the fragrance of roses in her hair, accompanied by a faint smell of grass and trees, a bit like the smell in the kitchen last night.

Princess Elena had eaten outside, it should be with that fourth princess Delphis.

Testia quickly made a judgment, she was happy that Elena had achieved the goal of establishing a good relationship with Delphis, but then there was a faint sense of loss, and a feeling that she couldn't understand. of sourness.

It's just a meal between the sisters, why does she have a feeling of chest tightness.

Testia knew that her feelings didn't make any sense, and she shouldn't have such strange emotions, so she quickly put away her distracting thoughts and spoke softly.

"His Highness Elena, do you want to take a bath first, or have some snacks?"

Testia reckoned that Elena wouldn't be too hungry, but out of the maid's sense of responsibility, she still asked this question.

After hearing this, Elena slowly eased off her hair band, put her hands around her tender neck, and gently brushed her hair back. The thick and smooth silver hair glowed warmly under the lamp.

"I'm not hungry, just take a shower and go to bed."

"Okay, then I'll help Her Highness Elena prepare clothes."

Looking at the pink-haired maid who walked into the cloakroom, Elena sat on the side of the bed, feeling drowsy gradually in her heart under the influence of the comfortable environment around her.

However, as a modern person with a slight obsession with cleanliness, it was impossible for Elena to fall asleep while she smelled of hot pot, so she bent down and took off her short boots, and then took off the black stockings covering her legs.

When Testia returned to the bedroom with the clothes in her arms, Elena was left with only a pleated skirt and a clean white shirt unbuttoned, and a pure black bra with lace trim in the light fabric It appears and disappears from time to time, adding a bit of ambiguity.

Testia's pretty face flushed slightly when she saw Elena sitting on the bed with half-undressed clothes.

"Change, change and wash clothes here..."

Although theoretically speaking, part of the work of a personal maid inevitably requires physical contact with the master, but in most cases Elena will avoid such things from happening, and what Testia needs to do is to do hair or tidy up. A skirt is not a particularly intimate thing.

It was the first time Testia saw Princess Elena, who was disheveled like today, after serving for almost two months.

Elena turned around when she heard the words, and from Testia's perspective, she could see the perfectly developed roundness and plumpness of the other party, as well as the extremely eye-catching white tender groove, and the two snow-white tender legs without stockings gently touching each other. Looking at it, the base of the girl's ears became hotter unconsciously.

After taking the nightdress and underwear from Testia, Elena took off her shirt, got up and walked into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of water dripping from behind the door, Testia looked at the shirt and stockings that Elena had replaced on the bed, blushing even more. Feeling that the clothing still has residual warmth from the girl's skin, the soft and silky touch feels very comfortable.

Testia suddenly felt that her hands were terribly hot, she couldn't help biting her lips, and hurriedly folded the things and put them in the storage box taken out of the cloakroom, ready to be handed over to other maids for cleaning along with the next clothes.

Half an hour later, Elena washed her body, walked into the room in her nightgown, and saw Testia sitting at the desk, with a basket for dirty clothes beside her legs, and a glass of her usual drink on the table. black tea with milk.

"Both milk and black tea have the effect of helping sleep, Her Highness Elena, please drink some before going to sleep."

Seeing Elena come out, Testia picked up the plate of black tea and spoke softly.

After hearing this, Elena put the changed clothes into the basket, put her jade fingers on the handle of the teacup, lowered her head, and pressed her lips against the rim of the cup to sip.

The ratio of black tea and milk was adjusted very well by Testia. It was her favorite flavor, and the temperature was just right, not too hot or too hot. It was slightly hotter than normal temperature. After drinking it, I could feel the warmth in my stomach.

After studying with Catherine for so long, Testia now has the appearance of a full-time maid, who can serve people comfortably without fault.

After drinking tea, Elena said something in a low voice.

"Miss Testia is so careful, I can't bear to let you go."

As soon as Elena finished speaking, Testia's heart trembled, and she didn't answer the other party's words.

A year later, she will lose her status as Princess Elena's personal maid, who will no longer be her master.

Everything between the two is bound together by a contract. When the agreement ends, they will have nothing to do with each other. Elena will continue to be her imperial princess, and she will also go to Isabeth School of Magic to start a new relationship. A new life.

Like two lines that meet on a plane, they meet briefly at a certain point, and then go further and further in different directions.

"His Royal Highness Elena, if I have nothing else to do, I will go out first and not disturb your rest."

"Go."

With Elena's consent, Testia took the storage basket and left the bedroom, but the bitter reluctance in her heart did not dissipate for a long time.

It would be great if Princess Elena is really as bad as the rumors... At least she won't be so entangled at the moment...

She is going to the Isabeth Academy of Magic, and this will not change because of one person or something, but Testia also hopes that she can often meet Princess Elena in the future.

She is really a nice and gentle person.

.............

After lunch, Elena proposed to the servants in charge of the daily life of the royal family members that she wanted to see Kantor. After about 10 minutes, the servants responded that Kantor was resting in the bedroom and could meet him.

Elena nodded when she heard the words, walked towards the palace where Kantor was, knocked on the door when she arrived at the destination, and entered the room after getting permission. The man was reading a book at the desk, and when he saw Elena coming, his serious expression eased slightly.

"What's the matter, Elena?"

He waved his hand to signal the servants to put the plate of strawberries on the table in the dining car and push it to Elena's side for her to eat. Cantor sat up straight and looked kindly at the graceful imperial princess in front of him.

"Father, good afternoon, I do have something I want to talk to you about." Elena softened her tone and looked at Kantor quietly with her bright red eyes.

With Kantor's love for Elena, the latter doesn't need to talk about a lot of twists and turns, and it is the best choice to go straight to the point.

"Father, I have read some books recently, and I have a new idea in my heart."

"I want to write a book that comes out every month."

Elena knew that there were no so-called newspapers in this world, and the closest description she could think of was the passage just now.

"Books released every month?" Kantor thought for a few seconds and asked Elena.

"Then what are you going to write?"

He really didn't know that his almost spoiled daughter could still write books.

"Write some miscellaneous things, such as jewelry reviews, what happened in Post City recently, or some short stories that can be divided into sections."

"I don't necessarily have to write it myself. At worst, I'll find someone who can write it."

Elena founded the newspaper first to promote perfume, second to cultivate an intelligence collection agency directly under her own, and third to occupy the commanding heights of public opinion in advance, so as to increase political chips for future momentum.

Originally, she didn’t need to talk to Kantor about the establishment of the publication, but telling him in advance not only can confirm his specific attitude towards the publication of the newspaper, but also it is very likely that this man at the top of the empire’s power will give her the green light.

Elena herself is just an aristocratic princess with little real power, but Kantor is the real king of a country. It is beneficial to Elena to use him as the background and background for publishing newspapers.

From private to official newspapers, the difference is not only two words, but also the things represented and the energy contained in them are quite different.

After hearing this, Kantor tapped on the armrest of the seat in a slightly pensive manner, and said softly.

"Elena, do you want to do some publicity for your perfume?"

Hearing the man's question, Eileen's expression remained unchanged, and she nodded for a moment in response.

"At present, I have this idea."

Although the transaction between her and the Bulstrode family seems to be carried out in secret, for Cantor, who has all-hands and eyes in the imperial capital, those small actions are almost obvious information, and he can know it without paying special attention.

"So what exactly are you going to do, write a review on perfume?"

Kantor had read some encyclopedia books on jewelry evaluation, and he also knew some common methods of commercial promotion. He subconsciously thought that Elena was going in that direction, stimulating other people's desire to buy through words.

"Well, it's somewhat similar..." Elena responded softly.

Unlike the commercial promotions in the previous life that made people want to swipe away when they saw it, there is no such thing as advertisement in this world. Not only will publishing these perfume-related reviews not be annoying, but it will make some readers feel fresh.

After hearing this, Cantor thought carefully for a while, and felt that Elena's proposal was feasible and indeed had practical value.

"Just do what you want, and you can tell me if you need help."

As a father, Kantor would generally support his children if they wanted to start a career by themselves, even if he failed in the end, he was still capable of taking care of Elena's aftermath.

Volume 129: Chapter 120 Chapter 4 There is nothing wrong with being a maid ([-]k)

Leaving Kantor's bedroom, Elena walked in the resplendent and resplendent palace corridor. Fiery sunlight fell through the window on the girl's dark black lace headband and shawls on both sides, reflecting her silver hair into a brighter color than usual.

On the proposal of starting a newspaper, Cantor gave her great trust and convenience. Not only was he willing to use his identity as the backstage, but he also said that he could provide all the help within his ability.

Undoubtedly, as an adoptive father, Canto Fercis is a kind father. He really loves this daughter of a friend who has no blood relationship to the bottom of his bones. In addition to political support, he even allocated money to The latter has a large amount of start-up capital to ease the urgent need.

With Kantor's statement, Elena's next actions will hardly be constrained by any forces, which also means that she, who has an official background, can do something drastic and drastic that no one has ever done before.

As the first person to eat crabs, she has a high probability of being able to enjoy the largest and sweetest piece of the whole cake.

Back at the residence, I learned from Catherine that some of her jewels were for market circulation, and the other part had been handed over to the auction house. It would take a while to get results. Elena nodded to express her understanding. big swings.

Cantor had already given herself a generous start-up capital, and she was in no rush for that money now.

As for regrets, I won’t regret it. For Elena, the greatest value of these jewels is to exchange for money. Although Elena was engaged in the perfume industry in her previous life and had been in contact with the so-called upper class for a long time, she herself has a deep understanding of luxury goods. Not as fanatically sought after as many insiders.

She pays more attention to the beauty of an item and the practicality of matching clothes, rather than the rarity and "beauty" that are deliberately hyped.

"Catherine, you can go to the Minister of Finance to get the money later, and arrange for someone to ask Professor Claire when she is free. I have something to discuss with her."

The Bulstrode family is the political force she most wants to win over at the moment. Elena seeks Claire to exchange propaganda details on the one hand, and needs the latter to provide the raw materials for producing newspapers and periodicals. Such as ink and parchment, and twine for binding.

"Understood, I'll do it now." Catherine replied.

Watching the head maid leave the room, Elena leaned on the back of the chair, her two beautiful black silk legs naturally overlapped, and the black high heels slightly raised up with her jade feet shone faintly in the sun.

According to the information collected by Elena during this period, it is not that there is no other paper in the empire other than parchment. In the past two years, some linen paper from the Pan-Human Alliance was briefly circulated, but soon due to various reasons. Disappeared in the vision of the upper nobles.

Thinking about it carefully, the magic scrolls in the library are basically based on parchment and written in ink with magical fluctuations. These expensive raw materials are a natural moat that prevents commoners from accessing knowledge.

Once cheap linen paper occupies the mainstream market, the original leather paper will be the first to be impacted, which means that the Bulstrode family, which has almost monopolized the industry in the empire, will lose a large part of their profits.

At this juncture, it is obviously impossible for Elena to take the lead in using linen paper at the premise of harming the interests of allies, and the most important point is that she does not know whether it is the Bulstrode family that hinders the flow of linen paper, or is it trying to Emperor Kantor, who implemented a policy of obscuring the people to prevent the rise of the common people, or the rich merchants and nobles of the entire Callist Empire.

Elena knows that her foundation is not stable at present, and even if she wants to make changes, she doesn't have enough strength. Instead of sailing against the current, it is better to use the opportunity to target the user group at the nobles first. Anyway, the Bulstrode family is looking for her. Designing perfumes is also aimed at small and medium-sized aristocrats who can consume luxury goods. They can buy perfumes and of course they can afford newspapers written on parchment.

As for whether she can transform in the future, it depends on whether her accumulated contacts and influence are sufficient, just like Carlota tried to promote the admission reform of the Isabeth School of Magic by herself, but the result was very ineffective. It is difficult for power to shake the overall interests, so how can so many noble children who have been exposed to magic be willing to accommodate the common people, stand on the same starting line with them, and learn the lessons slowly.

The newspaper material is temporarily selected as parchment, and the ink required will be negotiated with Claire before deciding on the specific quality. As for printing, printing has not yet appeared in this world, but there are similar rubbing magics, especially this kind and mysterious ink. For text information that is irrelevant to learning and has no magic power fluctuations, one-time rubbing does not require a lot of mental energy, and any senior apprentice can do it.

The heel of the shoe hit the floor tiles and made a rhythmic sound. While stroking the hair hanging by the collarbone, Elena turned her head to look at Testia, who was guarding by the side, and asked a casual question.