Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

And she also trumpeted that she was the "Legendary Witch of Disaster."

She also said that as long as he helped her collect the blood of the Heart of Light, she would be able to break through the shackles of her soul, lead her to step on her stepmother, beat her scumbag father, and reach the peak of her life.

"You should look around now to see if there is anyone who can be deceived, instead of wandering on the streets!"

The devil's whisper sounded in his ears again, and the woman was constantly tempting him.

Nora followed her mother's teachings, was cautious in her words and deeds, and replied coldly in her mind, "Yes."

The witch added, "If I were you, I would slap your stepmother hard on the right cheek and tell her who is the real master in this family."

"You are so powerful, why don't you find a body to show off your power?"

"Then I didn't remind you yesterday that there is a magic potion in chicken soup that can cause diarrhea?"

"Yes, Witch-sama, you are so powerful."

Nora expressionlessly tucked the old mink clothes around her neck and said perfunctorily in her mind.

There are still bits of snow remaining on the dry branches. The recent weather has been extremely cold, and the civilian streets are sparsely populated, with only a few people in twos and threes.

Therefore, the princess carriage trimmed with gold and obviously worth a lot of money is particularly eye-catching.

The gorgeous carriage stopped in front of the plum cake stall.

Amy, the former owner there, was good at making plum cakes, which were crispy and sweet. When she was a child, wet nurse Denise especially liked to bring herself the desserts here.

Unfortunately, the boss's son is a grumpy and opportunistic person.

Nora almost didn't need to think about it, but she knew that the owner of the carriage was going to be brutally killed.

A serving of plum cake is generally only worth one copper coin, but the noble ladies in the boudoir will pay five silver coins to buy this kind of thing.

That's a 50-fold increase. Those young ladies don't know much about money, so they will only be fooled.

Nora set her sights on the eldest lady.

It was different from all the noble ladies she had ever seen.

The black hair falls like a waterfall, the curve of the sharp mandible is smooth, and the girl's profile is delicate. The faint winter sunlight shines on her pale face, which is cold and cold, as if the sunlight has fallen into the snowy night and turned into moonlight.

There's something magical about her that makes people look at her.

So lovely.

Noila couldn’t help but praise in her heart.

The witch in her ears began to bewitch her strangely again, and she said loudly,

"If you like, plunder her and make her your own! Let her become a little fool who can't live without you!"

Nora was too lazy to pay attention to this abnormal-minded witch lady.

I came here today just to buy my wet nurse Denise her favorite dessert.

Denise has been sick recently. If she eats her favorite dessert, Denise will feel better.

Maybe it will recover faster.

Nora stepped forward slowly, and sure enough, she heard the boss's rough voice and said loudly,

"Honorable lady, your plum cakes total fifty silver coins."

"If you don't have fifty silver coins, give me one gold coin and I can make it for you for 20 people."

Noila's eyes glanced at the packaged desserts on the stall, and her eyebrows twitched slightly. No matter how hard she sells them, she can't sell them at that value, right?

"Okay." The eldest lady's voice was as cold as snow.

Are you really being taken advantage of?

She took out a gold coin from her waist pocket and was about to pay.

"Boss, the plum cake here... is one copper coin per serving?"

Noila couldn’t help but stepped forward and asked.

Because she didn't like to talk, Nora heard her voice sound like a machine without emotion.

The middle-aged boss's eyebrows drooped, and an astonishing hatred burst out from his cloudy eyes. He almost gritted his teeth and uttered two words from the gap between his lips:

"No."

And Nora saw the eldest lady finally turned her head.

The exquisite facial features are as stunning as the beauty in a dream, and the eyes are as clear and cold as the blood moon.

Her eyes fell directly on herself.

At the same time, the witch’s voice in my mind was screaming crazily:

"Nora!! Yes!!! That's her!! That's her!!"

"I feel her aura. She will be the greatest emperor of the Rhine Empire, Emperor Grace!!!"

"She will conquer the continent of Eris by sweeping the continent!"

"Now is your chance!! She likes women, take her down!! Then let her find the body of light for me!!"

"This way we can conquer the world!"

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I originally planned to post an update today.

As a result, there was some delay at home, so I'm sorry.

I'll see if I can make up a 4k chapter tomorrow.

The maid's line will be relatively easy, and everyone can use it as an aside from the main line.

58. Staging a master-servant play (6k) -1 update due

The witch with abnormal brain was buzzing in my mind.

Nora couldn't help but want to argue with the witch, but now she was still chatting face to face with "Emperor Grace".

She couldn't find the energy to deal with the witch.

Nora tried to show a friendly smile to the eldest lady.

But the muscles seemed to be solidified and could not be lifted up no matter what.

Since her mother's death, Nora has been unable to make any meaningful expressions to others.

As stiff as a puppet with a fixed expression on the stage.

So much so that in the Francis family, she was often scolded for it.

Nora could only exchange eyes with Grace expressionlessly, and then said to her boss word by word:

"Boss, please give me one."

The boss clenched his cheeks, and the scars on his face were hideous.

His eyes carefully scanned the aristocratic coat on Nora's body, and he suppressed the anger that the bamboo basket was empty, and said with an embarrassed smile,

"The price of plum cake...is five silver coins per serving."

Deceiving these noble ladies is a tightrope walk. The most important thing is not to be exposed, otherwise you may get a severe beating.

Nora deduced that the boss was so unscrupulous because there were no servants around the young lady.

Grace didn't show much surprise on her face. She talked softly with the guard beside the carriage for a while.

Then, the tall and burly knight in silver armor took out two silver coins from his money bag and handed them over.

Grace's eyes swept across the boss sharply,

"For one gold coin, you can go to the Rhodes Welfare Institute and deliver ten plum cakes every day for 30 days. Do you understand?"

The boss nodded and bowed, his face full of flattery, "My dear lady, all the things you ask for, I will treat it as the goddess's motto."

She handled the matter of being deceived in a flawless manner.

There is neither the arrogance of the upper class nor the elegance and dignity of being a noble.

The biggest advantage of philistine people, especially those who are struggling in society, is that they can observe words and emotions.

Grace raised her eyebrows, and the boss lowered the pole.He breathed a long sigh of relief and hurriedly rubbed his hands, bent down, showed a flattering smile, and said with wrinkles on his face,

"I understand, I understand what you mean."

"Also, give this lady a piece of plum cake."

Grace said, then raised her lace-gloved hand and pointed at Nora.

Is this a treat?

Nora was still thinking, and then she heard a burst of cheers with strong joy.

The witch was so excited that she couldn't help herself, as if she had already seen the future of conquering the world in her eyes.

"She gives you food, she must like you! Take her down!"

"..."

Nora silently muted Miss Witch in her mind, and then whispered "Thank you" softly.

Yes, she has no money now, so she accepts this gift with peace of mind.

Meeting by chance is like a dragonfly touching water.

Nora took the passed pastry expressionlessly, turned around and left without hesitation, the warm pastry was still radiating heat in the cold winter.

And the luxurious carriage gradually drove into the Rhodes Welfare Home.

After walking a long way through the muddy snow, Nora unmuted Miss Witch.

An angry voice rang out. Miss Witch's voice was a little crazy, and she asked loudly.

"Nora Francis, you are so brave! If you dare to offend Lady Lucia, the witch of disaster, I will predict in the eyes of fate that your future will be as helpless as the long night."

"..."

Miss Witch's mental state was not stable. When she saw Nora not responding, she screamed aggressively.

"Nora!! You speak!"

Her brain ached from the noise, Nora rubbed her temples and asked with a straight face:

"say what?"

"Did you become stupid by studying the magic circle? Why didn't you hook up with Grace at that time? She even showed her affection for you?"

"Why should I take her down? Can't I do it on my own?"

When Nora was in despair, there was not a single smiling face around her.

There was almost no one in the Francis family that she could trust, because she had been like this since she was a child, so she was not used to relying on others.

But the witch, who was like an unruly young lady, had already begun to complain.

"You don't even try to climb up after such a good opportunity?! Who will find me a body of light in the future?! And what will happen to Denise's medical expenses?"

Nola was slightly startled in her steps, it was a fact that Denise was in poor health.

She has been bedridden for almost two months since she was kicked out by the Francis family.

She always said that she had seen the doctor and looked good every time she went to see her, but her illness never got better...

Nola’s eyebrows lowered for the first time on her expressionless face.

"Yes, Denise has been sick for so long. Why don't you find a regular doctor to see her?"

"Can you use a little trick from that Emperor Grace to get a little bit?"

There are two types of doctors on the continent of Eris. One is the "witch doctor" who relies on observing the laws of all things.

This kind of doctor originated from a plague 500 years ago, so they usually wear crow-like hoods and medicine boxes, and have fixed shops in civilian areas to perform bloodletting.

The healing power is weak, but the price is low.

The other type is orthodox, a regular doctor based on the perception of magic power. They mainly prescribe the right medicine by sensing the death energy in the magic lines of the human body.

The cure rate is high and the price is extremely expensive. It is generally only treated by nobles in the upper class.