Unspeakable bubbles

"Does Tantric Buddhism also have its eye on Yugrit?"

"no no no"

"Miss Thousand Changes, you weren't listening to what I just said."

Gavin waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not that the Tantric sect favors the Yugren region, but rather..."

"Wherever our Lord is, that is where we will be."

Yes, this man was calling out "My Lord" just now.

So...

"Why would someone from a secret sect address the Commander-in-Chief in such a way?"

Qianbian already had a guess in her heart, but if it was true, the commander-in-chief was a hundred times more terrifying than she imagined.

Isn't this obvious?

Gavin's face lit up with fanaticism: "Commander-in-Chief Viper, Marquis Yog, she is the supreme savior!"

Section 656, Chapter 655: The Solution

With His Majesty's illness still being kept secret, the kingdom is relatively peaceful.

The nobles were indulging in their romantic escapades, idling away their time, or disciplining their granddaughters-in-law.

"Mary, are you settling in well here?"

"A very nice grandfather"

"Is everything alright?"

“It’s all… cough, Grandpa, actually Mary is still a little unaccustomed to it.”

Noticing Cecil's wink, Mary decided to tell the truth.

“Grandpa, Mary never expected that the Momedi family would maintain such a good tradition of thrift and frugality.”

"Luxury is the beginning of a family's downfall."

Salen said with a smile, "Look at the four ducal families and the Yog family, which one is associated with 'luxury'? Even our King doesn't spend money extravagantly on a daily basis."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Mary nodded obediently, but inwardly she strongly disagreed.

Life is short, only a few decades. How can we not treat ourselves well?

Of course, one should be frugal when facing difficulties, but the Momedi family is financially well-off, so why be so stingy?

Mary couldn't describe the old man in front of her with any word other than 'stingy'. A duke, yet he was worse off than a wealthy merchant in terms of food and clothing!

"Grandpa, the porridge is getting cold. Let's finish breakfast first," Cecil reminded him.

"Ah, right, right, let's eat first."

Salen said with a smile, "Don't be shy, Mary, eat as much as you want, there's plenty of porridge!"

"kindness"

Mary silently gazed at the breakfast in front of her: a bowl of white rice porridge, a small dish of dried radish, and a slice of bread spread with honey.

Even when I had a flower shop, my breakfasts were much better than they are now.

'Back then, at least there was peanut porridge, fried meat patties, and vegetable salad. Is Your Excellency testing me?'

Mary quickly dismissed her own guess.

Because the Duke of Salen ate exactly the same food as him, he ate slowly and deliberately, without showing any sign of reluctance.

Seeing this, Mary imitated the old woman and deliberately slowed down her eating speed.

"Yes, eating slowly is good for digestion. Mary, you have a good habit," the old man praised.

Mary smiled in response, but felt very awkward inside.

'Sigh, so much time wasted on breakfast. I'd be better off using that time to start a business and make more money.'

The three of them slowly finished their breakfast. Mary estimated in her mind that it had taken more than half an hour for such a simple breakfast.

'The worst part is that it doesn't taste good either'

"Mary, don't you think we're being too wasteful?"

Salen wiped his mouth and said somewhat uncertainly.

"Grandpa, is this a waste?"

Mary's eyes widened: "Of all the respectable nobles, you must be the most frugal one."

"Really? But I heard from someone the other day that the Marquis of Yog's breakfast is just a rice ball and a glass of milk."

"Even the Marquis of Yuge, who is richer than a country, is so self-disciplined. I am truly ashamed."

"No way!" Mary was genuinely shocked.

"Hmm? I heard you have a good relationship with Marquis Yog, didn't you know that?" the old man said casually.

“Mary and the Marquis get along very well, but we haven’t known each other for long, so Mary isn’t very familiar with some of the Marquis’s habits.”

"Grandpa, where did you get this information? Given the Marquis of Yog's status and position, it's unlikely that..."

"What do you mean by 'not that bad'? Not that bad about what?"

Salen reprimanded him without any politeness: "Grandpa was afraid you would suffer outside, so he didn't restrict you at all when it came to spending money. But instead of appreciating Grandpa's good intentions, you've developed a bad habit of spending money recklessly!"

"Do you think Marquis Yog is putting on an act for others? Who is she putting on an act for, and does she even need to?"

"You better learn from me, that's the kind of person who can achieve great things!"

"The Marquis of Yog is already the leader of the Southern Alliance, what great things does she still want to accomplish, Grandpa?"

Cecil meant it as a sarcastic remark, but Salen gave a deep smile.

Who can predict the future?

Cecil and Mary both felt a chill run down their spines. They exchanged a glance, neither daring to utter a word.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket, Cecil, you should get closer to the royal family, Mary!"

"exist!"

"Don't lose contact with Marquis Yog. Well, it would be best to write her a letter now," the old man urged.

"Grandpa, what should Mary say in her letter?"

Sensing Salen's urgency, Mary had an idea and directly asked him for advice.

"Let's not talk about anything too serious, after all, the Marquis is still young."

"Haha, you guys...why don't you talk about the story of the mermaid?"

“There are many stories about mermaids, and Mary doesn’t know which one to talk about. Grandpa, could you help me think of one?”

"Well, once upon a time, a brave captain encountered a mermaid in the sea."

The mermaid asked him: "Do you want wealth and power?"

"Of course the captain wanted it, but he knew that nothing comes for free."

So he asked: What do I need to give in return?

"The mermaid is greedy; she doesn't want to do a one-off deal."

"She wants the captain to exchange something of himself and his descendants for it, and the deal will continue indefinitely unless the captain's bloodline is wiped out."

"The captain was momentarily blinded by greed, and he agreed."

Salen looked at Mary: "What do you think of this story?"

"It's not romantic, it's rather realistic."

"Well, not all stories are romantic."

Salen sighed: "I haven't finished yet. The captain gained status and wealth through a deal with the mermaids, and his descendants have lived up to expectations, preserving the captain's legacy."

"But..."

"As time went on, the captain's descendants had their own ideas."

Why are the captain and the mermaid involved in their deal?

"Even the most illustrious ancestors shouldn't sell their descendants to the devil!"

"There must be some way to stop the transaction, there must be."

Salen took a deep breath and stared at Mary: "Ask the Marquis if he can come up with any ideas for the captain's descendants."

Mary nodded seriously, then thought for a moment and asked, "Grandpa, was that mermaid really a demon?"

"Ha, what demon did you come from?"

Salen's face darkened: "Grandpa, let me share my opinion. That mermaid isn't a demon, but a Chaos Lord who wants to toy with humanity!"

"The Chaos Lord?" Mary's expression changed.

"Yes, a Chaos Lord, he must be a very powerful Chaos Lord."

"No matter how powerful she is, she can't be as powerful as a peerless expert who is a reincarnation of a god!"

Salen said slowly, "Grandpa sympathized with the captain's descendants in the story, and he loathed that greedy mermaid even more."

"So, so if Your Excellency has any way to break this..."

Glancing at Cecil, whose face was full of suspicion, Salen took back the rest of his sentence.

"Well, in short, Mary, you need to cultivate a good relationship with Marquis Yog."

"Yes, Mary will go and write the letter right away!"

Section 657, Chapter 656: Civil War