Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

The little girl is about seven or eight years old, with a flushed face. She is wrapped in a slightly shabby heavy cotton coat that wraps her petite body. She walks as cutely as a penguin.

She looked back three times at a time to admire the window of the cake shop, swallowing her saliva, but in the end she pursed her lips sensibly.

After just a slight pause, the sensitive father noticed something strange about his daughter.

The young father lowered his head and talked softly for a long time with his lovely daughter.

Finally, I walked into the cake shop as if I mustered up the courage.

All living beings have their own ways of living, and Grace is not curious about the things she sees in daily life.

But her sensitive hearing and clear eyes still allowed her to witness the daily life of this father and daughter.

"I don't want it anymore, father... I don't want it anymore! Mother still needs treatment..."

The stubborn daughter grabbed her father's trousers and pulled them back, fearing that his father would stay here one step longer.

The father put his hand against the wooden door and tried to take out coins from his pocket to pay.

"Natasha! It's just seven copper coins and it's not expensive! It doesn't matter, haven't you never eaten it before?"

Perhaps it took all of his strength and obsession to make even an adult man unable to hold him back.

The children of the poor have become masters early, and it is a mistake to even enjoy them.

Grace dug through all her pockets, but couldn't find a single copper coin.

All the money is with Nora...

Grace looked back from a distance and finally saw Miss Nora carrying the wooden board in the goddess statue.

The writing painted with red paint is particularly eye-catching, and it undoubtedly meets Grace's requirements.

"Miss, I'm back."

In the cold wind, Nora heard a cold voice.

Grace stepped forward eagerly with her cane, stretched out her hand, "Give me five gold coins."

"Yes."

Without any doubt, Nora held the board between the boards, counted five coins from the money bag on the left, and handed them to Grace.

It should be able to help the father and daughter survive this severe winter.

Grace rubbed the texture of the gold coins and looked back, only to find that the wind chimes in front of the cake shop swayed slightly, and the father and daughter had long since disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

The life of ordinary people is like this, bitter and inconspicuous, like water melting into water.

In the boxing ring of the tavern next door, there were bursts of explosive cheers, deafening.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are always different.

"Miss?"

Nora's cheers came from her ears. Grace held the cold gold coins until they were slightly warm and said lightly,

"let's start."

As a magic drink put into mass production, what Grace has to do is to ensure that most people don't have any abnormal reactions after drinking it.

This is a bit of basic conscience.

At the same time, we must also observe how long most civilians without magic talents can stay excited.

One gold coin is equivalent to a month's worth of food for an average family.

Simply taking a couple of sips and staying put for an hour isn't too much to ask of most people.

As a result, a big circle gradually formed around Grace and Nora.

Grace also began asking people who drank the diluted magic drink some questions about its effects, writing them down on paper and pencil.

The sweetness is slightly sweet. After drinking it, it will cause the body to heat up, resist the cold, and become very energetic. The effect is much better than the specialty coffee of Lain.

A mouthful of about [-] ml lasts about an hour.

Grace raised her eyebrows. It seemed that the effect was beyond imagination?

"Stop fighting! If you hit me again, you will die!"

A rough male voice suddenly broke through the noise of the night and reached Grace's ears.

Then, a sound as noisy as gnats lingered in the boxing arena in the tavern next door.

Grace raised her eyes and looked through the gaps surrounding the crowd.

A young male who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face was half lying on the ground like a dead dog, with blood seeping slightly from the corner of his mouth and flowing along his thin face.

Opposite him is the spacious tavern door. In the center of the door is a bald man with a gloomy face and a body as strong as a bear. He seems to be a boxing fighter in the tavern.

He kicked the doorframe impatiently, "Bad luck! Forget it! That's it."

But even so, he still held up his body, almost half-kneeling at the feet of the boxing fighter, hugging him, breathing like a bellows, praying pitifully,

"Lord Badru... give me seven more punches, seven more punches... please... I really beg you."

Isn't this the father of the little girl just now?

Grace had never seen anything like this before, and she almost jumped up from the bench.

"Kind lady... don't worry. This is normal in the Fist Arena Tavern."

The middle-aged male drug tester sitting cross-legged on the ground next to him sighed,

"Leo sells punches for a living. He comes here every week and gets a copper coin for each punch... This is just a normal business. But no one told him? Can he get a gold coin just by testing the medicine here?"

Just looking at that Balud's fist, it was as big as a hammer, while Leo's body was as thin as a tree trunk and crumbling.

Grace silently grasped the five gold coins in her pocket and stood up.

Stand up as a human being and walk through the hustle and bustle.

"What is she doing?"

"What is the noble lady doing here?"

"She was just there saying that she would be paid for drinks. She must be a noble with some special hobby, right?"

Maybe someone talks about you, maybe you have a narrow and pointing gaze, but that doesn't really matter.

In the future, I will become the emperor of this empire and the person who controls the life, death and destiny of countless people...

If you cannot maintain compassion and respect for everyone who follows and believes in you, you will lose your respect for power and life and fall into the abyss of eternal destruction.

The high heels stopped in front of the dying man. Grace bent down and simply extended her inviting hand.

"Are you willing to try the medicine? Your physique is very suitable for my requirements. One gold coin at a time."

"One, one, one gold coin...?"

Leo, who was lying on the ground, choked and spat out two mouthfuls of blood. He awkwardly wiped his hands on the gray and black clothes and wanted to reach out to touch them, but in the end he shrank back and stood up staggeringly. .

"really?"

Grace retracted her hand and nodded firmly, "Really."

When he heard the price offered by the girl, his dim, blurred and turbid eyes lit up as if his soul was reunited.

"How many times can I try? My body can bear it. I can't die. Can I try a hundred times?"

Leo's breathing was like a broken bellows, but his tone was rising with excitement.

Grace glanced at the countless sharp eyes around her.

One hundred gold coins is not a small amount.

Leo is so weak and in full view of everyone, maybe his money will be snatched away before he can even buy the cake.

"You come and try the effect first."

——Throwing away such words coldly, Grace ignored everyone's gaze and returned to the original bench.

On the way, she made eye contact with the astonished Nora, and also hurriedly passed by the fortune teller who was leaning against the fortune telling room to watch the excitement.

She didn't think too much about the impression her consequences would leave on others.

She just thought - if only all the hard-working and kind-hearted people in the world could live happily throughout their lives.

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I gave a guarantee to a relative, but she went bankrupt and needed me to repay...

The amount was so large that my mentality collapsed for a while.

If I don’t cut the books, I will make even more money after July... Alas, things are unpredictable.

127. She is very delicious~

Because we have also felt the pain of poverty, and we have also endured the pain of survival.

Grace was able to empathize with the young father.

In my vague memories when I was young, there are still images of my father and mother worrying about gas bills late at night.

Emotional people always show the greatest kindness to things they are unfamiliar with and judged to be pitiable in their cognition.

The same goes for Grace, who leads Leo in the direction of Nora.

Noila’s pupils dilated slightly, and her eyes were quite strange, as if she was attracted by a magnet and stuck to her body.

Her closed lips slowly opened and she was speechless.

Nora must have something she wanted to ask, but she buried it in her heart.

Grace walked through the crowd surrounding the bench, sat down quietly on one side of the bench, pointed to the ragged Leo, and ordered to Nora,

"Arrange for him to taste the magic drink."

Just taste a little magic drink and you will get a gold coin, which is pie in the sky in every aspect.

After it was truly confirmed that it was not a scam, a long queue formed within 5 minutes.

Twenty people was the limit for the sample, so Grace stopped the test and observed the final results.

So, Grace watched him drink the magic drink, and watched him ask Nora again and again.

"Dear young lady... I'm fine. I'm very strong! You can take as much as you like, I won't die."

Leo has swallowed all the blood from the corner of his mouth into his stomach, just like the injustice that every struggling person encounters when swallowing.

"Miss, do you think I still have a chance?"

He scratched his cheeks, which were red and purple due to the cold wind. His fingers were frozen and looked thick and cracked.

Eager to try and full of desire for money, Grace does not dislike it.

Nora still had that expressionless face, and in the eyes of strangers she might be a ruthless and dedicated maid.

But at this moment, Nola’s hand was hovering in mid-air, and her hesitant eyes were cast towards her, like a loyal dog waiting for its master to give orders.

A little bit at a loss.

Grace was very pleased that Nora had shown loyalty and her efforts were not in vain.

Between her orders and her kindness, she chose to follow her orders, and she deserves praise.

"Leo."

Grace sat on the bench and called to the poor father, and at the same time came to Nora's rescue.

"Dear young lady, um...what can I do for you?"

Leo respectfully turned his back that could not be straightened to Grace, nodding and bending like a dog. He seemed to be familiar with this way of life.

Grace has seen too many people like Leo, living tenaciously in the world like an uncared for weed.

If, if, his father was not the illegitimate son of a chaebol, if he had not climbed out of the trough of despair...

Will the final result be the same?

Be patient and live without saying a word.

Accustomed to maintaining a level posture when negotiating with others, Grace stood up and glanced at the door of the tavern where the crowd had dispersed, and asked:

"Why do you do this kind of work...?"