Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 1066 The Troubles Resurface
"Tsk~ I've been underestimated~" Alex muttered under his breath, dissatisfied.

But she really doesn't do anything unnecessary.

Alexis looked up at the sky, several thoughts raced through her mind, but in the end she pressed the button completely.

She's a good person; she wouldn't repay kindness with enmity.

Unfortunately, she can't get her revenge on that bitch Garrett right now.

Since deciding to leave the Kingdom of Emilia Highlands, Garrett's inherent despicable nature has been fully exposed.

Knowing full well that Sunshine Ranch would be shut down quickly after he left, they still urged them to increase production.

This isn't aimed at Antirochus.

That guy is just a jerk, not stupid at all. He must have guessed that Alexis was planning to cover for him.

With overproduction, no matter how much Ariges tries to lower the price, it will still end up being a huge sum.

But if we don't cover this risk... the only customers at Sunshine Ranch will be her and Antilokos.

Regardless of whether Garrett is involved or not, those guys will find a way to get Alexis to settle this score.

If Alexis is unwilling... since they're going to go bankrupt anyway, they definitely won't sell her a single one.

What good stuff could a scoundrel's subordinates possibly have?

Alexis was very unhappy.

However, after calculating the price, she realized it wasn't at her bottom line.

Or rather, what was a large sum of money for the Earth Church was nothing to her.

It wasn't until she left the Northern Kingdom that Alexandra understood what poverty truly meant.

The poor in the North are living a good life in many countries.

The limit of the Northern nobles' greed was that they levied very high land taxes.

Those fields were almost divided into two equal parts... the kind where the nobility got eight.

But that's about it.

The northern nobles wouldn't care if the poor dug up some wild vegetables in the fields, planted a few grain plants and raised some chickens and ducks in their yards, or even fruit-bearing shrubs.

Therefore, the poor may suffer and be exhausted, but they will not starve to death, nor will they be unable to afford to have children.

If you give birth to a gifted child, your life can be turned around in no time.

However, in other countries... even digging for wild vegetables might incur taxes, since fields and forests belong to the nobility.

Even if those things were just weeds that even animals wouldn't eat, the nobles wouldn't let the poor dig them up.

Moreover, the poor don't even have courtyards; they can't even afford to build houses... It would cost a fortune to cut down trees in the nobles' forests.

Northern nobles generally don't concern themselves with such trivial matters; it's not like they're going to cut down trees in their carefully maintained hunting forests.

A wilderness is a wilderness; even on his territory, it's still an unmanaged wasteland.

Moreover, such nobles would be ridiculed and suppressed... Nobles who could only make money from the soil were definitely a symbol of no future in the North.

But it is precisely because of these differences that so many professionals have emerged in the North.

However, Alexandra also knew that... the prerequisite for this was that the royal family and nobles of the North had never truly been poor.

Especially after His Majesty Travis came to power, nobles with any ability became extremely wealthy.

The astronomical figure in Bishop Garrett's mind... even a notorious pauper like Yuri wouldn't go bankrupt because of it!
Not to mention Alexandra, who has Qingfeng as her backer.

The gold coins Lori gave her to fill the gaps in her storage equipment were more than this.

So, although she was annoyed and wanted to retaliate against Garrett, Alexandra chose to give up... The Dark Church had done everything it could, forcing Alexandra, who wanted to be a good person, to compromise.

Fine... given that guy's character, she'll always find a chance to get her revenge.
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“Il,” Penelope said, walking into Mikhail’s study with a worried look on her face. “You have to help me.”

Antirochus, engrossed in a pile of books, looked at her with surprise.

At 11 years old, Penelope is already showing signs of becoming a young woman.

Standing tall and graceful, with an elegant posture... when she is silent, she is like a green mountain and a jade spring.

But when it moves, it becomes the ghost pepper.

Antirochus rarely saw her so mournful... Even when she was in trouble and about to get a beating, Penelope would be righteous and determined.

Mikhail knew his sister well. He closed the book in front of him and gave a slight smirk: "What did you do to upset Mom?"

“My mother wants me to write a book summarizing my past learning experiences,” Penelope said with a mournful expression.

"What did you say?" Mikhail remained unmoved.

Alexandra never assigned them homework easily... After all, in their mother's eyes, they had already been very tired from studying all these years.

Even Penelope barely managed to complete the beginner mage course. That was no easy feat.

Mages can't level up as quickly as knights in the early game.

In particular, Emilia City doesn't have many mage resources... Clerics are also magic-based professions!

In addition, the priests and natural mages of the Earth Church were also collecting resources in large quantities, making it impossible for ordinary families to compete with them.

Penelope was not significantly affected because Alexandra brought some resources with her.

But the spell classes at the Laurel Church are limited... they can't possibly add extra classes just because Penelope is excellent.

Moreover, Penelope's condition is not quite normal.

If it weren't for Antirochus's help... she would probably be the only mage who couldn't learn the Dance of Light spell even after reaching level three.

Even so, her current use of light magic is still quite abnormal.

The sphere of light would be better off not rising at all.

Even though the brightness was not bad, there was still a sense of impending danger.

I always felt that a cold gaze would flash within that sphere of light.

Alexandra asked Penelope to write a summary, probably because of her special circumstances.

But given her mother's personality, she wouldn't suddenly think of this on her own... Penelope must have started the trouble first.

“I…I was just…playing with the Light Dance spell in the room and didn’t notice Connie coming to tidy up,” Penelope stammered.

"You deliberately scared Connie?" Mikhail seized on the key point. "Why? What did she do to make you so unhappy?"

Penelope looked around before answering, somewhat displeased, "She wants to introduce Euphemia to a boyfriend."

Knowing full well that Euphemia agreed to go back to my hometown with me, I still did this disgusting thing!

Antirochus jerked his head up: "Huh? She's gone mad?"

Which powerful figure in the Dark Church gave her the courage?

Although Euphemia rarely shows herself, the Church of the Night sends her a large number of gifts every year... not because of her background, but because of her status as a chosen one of the gods.

Even though the Goddess of the Night never came into contact with Euphemia again, the mark representing divine favor was still imprinted on her ear, so the Church of the Night had to respect her and give her the treatment she deserved.

With Euphemia's status, ordinary Night Cultists have no right to stand before her.

Although Connie wasn't very knowledgeable, she understood this kind of thing very well.

Over the years, she hadn't done anything outrageous... Even though she was always proud of her son, Connie never thought of letting her son have contact with Euphemia, and she never even mentioned her child in front of them.

As a follower of the Night, Connie knew that contact with those favored by the Night could help increase her divine power.

She will fully support her child, but she hopes that her child will acquire power and status in an upright manner, and she has never thought of taking any shortcuts.

Although Connie was just a maid in this household, she always kept her back straight.

Antirochus's eyes flickered, and he asked in a low voice, "Connie couldn't possibly do something like this suddenly. She... she probably just couldn't find a way to get out of it."

"Yes, the new captain of the Night Guard?"

Connie's sons are all in the guard squadron, and she is the kind of person who is willing to endure for the sake of her children's future, so she would indeed panic when threatened.

“What did Mom say?” Mikhail frowned.

“Mom said Connie wasn’t trying to force Mia; she just mentioned it, and Mia should just refuse.” Penelope pouted. “My overreaction made it impossible for the matter to pass naturally.”

I thought my mom was wrong, so I argued back a few times, and then I was given homework.

"I can't write that."

When he heard her arguing with her mother again, Mikhail rolled his eyes at her... but since Penelope had come to him for help, she knew she was wrong.

“You didn’t listen carefully to what your mother meant.” Mikhail sighed. “You’ve made a scene, so your mother can’t make veiled accusations or cause trouble behind your back. She can only act according to etiquette.”

The Emilia royal family and high-ranking officials should have already accepted the outcome that Anne and Mia will leave with us.

To them, the Night's Favored One wasn't really that important.

Mikhail glanced at Antilokos and asked suggestively, "In recent generations, has the Beatrice Garfield family had any chosen ones?"

“No.” Antirochus shook his head. “Otherwise, Mia’s father wouldn’t have gone down that path. He was actually quite talented. If he could have stayed with a chosen one, he could have stood on his own two feet.”

He said thoughtfully, "But there are some in the older generation! And more than one! They probably wouldn't be interested in Euphemia."

If she were to return to her family, a huge chunk of her flesh would surely be torn away.

“That is indeed a bit unusual,” Mikhail mused. “Their family’s concern for their descendants is probably limited to their safety; as for the future, they’ll have to earn it themselves.”

(End of this chapter)