After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

After finding a booth in the square and sitting down, Feilin looked at the enthusiastic dwarf waiter, took the plate handed over by the other party with a smile, and said softly: "Light beer, thank you."

The monks in the Divine Court must abide by the rules and regulations, but she doesn't.

Her contributions were so great that no one dared to ask her whether she would choose to practice Taoism.

She became the only one among the Dark Saints whose future direction was not defined.

Since there is no mention of celibacy, eating meat and drinking alcohol is reasonable.

Feilin has never been a vegetarian, she loves meat when it is cooked properly.

The delicious braised pork elbow was very soft and tender. Although it was left outside to get cold, it still tasted great.

Feilin thanked the dwarf waiter politely and took out a gold coin and placed it on the table.

“The rest is a tip.”

The meal was worth at most two pfennigs, and the Lisenberg gold coin she used could be exchanged for at least twenty-five pfennigs.

She is now a black cardinal, representing the image of the Dark Court, so her actions cannot be too shabby.

To her surprise, the dwarf's head shook like a rattle.

"My dear lady, there is no charge for food and drinks at this celebration."

"No charge?"

Feilin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can not charge, but I can not not pay. Take it."

"My dear lady, this is a gift from His Majesty the King. Please do not refuse it."

So that's what it is, Feilin suddenly realized.

Each person's expenses were not too much, but there were a large number of participants, and all the expenses were paid by Young Master Roland, which was a considerable expense.

This guy’s method of winning people’s hearts is so clever?

Since Roland paid for it, Feilin felt justified and confident in eating it.

She had done merit for the ancients and shed blood for the kingdom.

Not to mention eating a pork elbow, even if she wanted to eat dragon meat, Roland would not hesitate to find a giant dragon, kill it, cook it himself and serve it to her to express his gratitude.

After enjoying a delicious pork elbow that was fat but not greasy, and letting the clear beer slide down her throat, with the refreshing aroma of malt lingering in her mouth, Feilin turned her gaze to other places in the square.

There are so many people.

It is comparable to the grand occasion of the oath-taking ceremony for the defense war that year.

She complained silently in her heart.

She knew that these newcomers were necessary for Gracia to prosper, but she still felt a little unhappy in her heart.

Roland led the team to conquer the country, and she was the main contributor. Did these guys help in the defense? Why should they come here to enjoy the fruits of their labor now?

Where does that leave us old Gracians?

Feilin thought indignantly.

She didn't notice that her mentality was changing slightly.

Just when she was feeling a little depressed, a slightly trembling voice sounded in her ears.

"General Feilin, you are finally back!"

Ok?

Feilin looked up and vaguely remembered that the other person was a human soldier during the defense war, but looking at the deer antler ornament on his head, he must be a follower of the Druid sect. She was...

"General Feilin, I am Osir, the liaison officer of the Druid Corps."

"I remember now, you know several transformation skills and you can run faster than those reporters." After regaining her memory, Feilin stood up and waved to the druid liaison officer O'Sil with a smile.

Seeing O'Sil's excited expression, she simply invited him to sit down and asked the waiter to continue serving food and wine.

Druids believe in balance and are not averse to eating meat, but Osir was concerned about Feilin's identity and did not dare to sit still, being very reserved.

"Oshier, I haven't taken office yet. I'm a tourist now. There's no need to be so reserved."

"Take office?"

O'Hill looked at Feilin's attire and asked excitedly, "Are you a black cardinal now?"

"I was just promoted three months ago." Feilin was a little proud.

That bastard Janice must have noticed that she got a promotion, but he just didn't mention it and even beat her up. It was really abominable.

The druid liaison was sensible and knew what she liked to hear.

Although Feilin didn't care about worldly official positions, she was a young girl under 20 years old after all. Who wouldn't like a nice and obedient girl?

With Oshier, a local, Feilin can understand Gracia from another perspective.

Before taking office, she read intelligence materials that filled two bookcases, but there was still a gap between that cold intelligence and the real Gracia.

Only when we arrived at the scene did we realize that some of the information was outdated and some was even wrong.

Here, although the elves are proud, they are not to the extent of turning away in disgust when they see other tribes.

Their pride is more reflected in their strength and artistic attainments.

They keep a proper distance from other races and get along with them normally with a polite and kind attitude.

The status of dwarves is not as low as the legend says.

The intelligence said that dwarf craftsmen were often whipped and that humans treated them very badly. Now it seems like pure bullshit.

If I were whipped every day, even if I didn't dare to resist, I couldn't hide the anger in my eyes.

But these dwarves had smiles on their faces, their minds were calm, and the joy in their eyes was not disguised at all.

She lowered her voice and asked tentatively: "Oshier, are the different tribes getting along well now?"

"It's not that good. Although His Majesty hopes that all races will merge, everyone is very different. Although he took the lead in marrying an elf girl as his queen, there are still not many intermarriages between humans and elves."

O'Sir thought Feilin was just curious and said with a smile:

"My friend at the Ministry of the Interior said that there were more than 30,000 couples who registered for marriage last month, and interracial marriages accounted for less than one-tenth of them."

Feilin was speechless after hearing this.

Less than one-tenth, that's more than 2,000 interracial marriages.

Is this considered little?

Oshier has been in Gracia for too long and doesn't understand the real world at all.

She couldn't complain.

If this rate of intermarriage were known outside, it would even be suspected that the authorities were forcing marriages, and the case would be brought to the mainland parliament for the tribal leaders to make a ruling.

She asked tentatively, "Are they all voluntary? Are there any marriages that are forcibly assigned in order to meet quotas and political tasks?"

Oshier looked at Feilin with strange eyes, bit his lip and said, "General Feilin, others may not understand His Majesty, but how can you not understand him? How could he force a marriage?"

"The first written law promulgated after the establishment of the kingdom was the Marriage Law, which was earlier than the Constitution, the Criminal Code and the Civil Code. The Marriage Law is very complicated and I don't understand it very well, but it must be based on the principle of equality and voluntariness."

Oshier thought about it, revealed a longing look, and whispered softly: "I really want to marry a handsome and elegant elf man, preferably a warrior of His Majesty's guard."

Looking at the infatuated contact, Feilin smiled and reminded: "Independent women don't need to restrict themselves through marriage. There is no need to do so."

"How can marriage be a bondage? It is a happy life for two people in love to build a family together."

Looking at Osier's clear eyes, Feilin felt a little puzzled.

Is there something wrong with her?

She still said unconvincedly: "But people say that marriage is the grave of love. Is marriage really that beautiful?"

O'Hill's eyes sparkled, and he said softly, "General, think about it from another perspective. If there is no marriage, love will die without a burial place. How tragic that would be."

"As long as two people truly love each other, even if love fades away over time, being able to live together is a kind of happiness."

Seems to make sense?

Feilin nodded as if she understood, then suddenly realized that she was a clergyman, why was she thinking about these things all day?

She coughed lightly, looking a little uncomfortable, and raised the wine glass with a smile.

"Well, I'm a clergyman, I really don't understand these things. Well, let's have a drink and wish you to find the elf warrior you like."

O'Sil quickly raised his glass to clink with Feilin's, and carefully drank the bland ale.

If it weren't for this kind of celebration, how could a lower-level official of her status and position have the qualifications to drink with Feilin, the black cardinal and acting commander-in-chief of the entire army?

This is probably her only chance in this life, so of course she must cherish it.

After a few drinks, O'Sir saw that Feilin was very friendly and just chatting, so he approached her and whispered, "General, you can do it too."

"Can what?"

"Love and get married."

"puff!"

Feilin sprayed a mouthful of wine onto the table without any image. She looked at Oshier in astonishment, her face flushed red, and she stammered, "I am the Pure Saint."

For some reason, O'Hill's suggestion made her feel a little upset.

She filled her glass and raised it again.

Looking at Feilin's messy eyes, Oshier knew that she was a little confused, so he struck while the iron was hot and said:

"What does it matter? Miss Janice, who is of similar status to you, is also a pure saint, but she is the princess that His Majesty is about to marry."

"puff!"

Feilin once again sprayed the wine all over the table without any image, and shouted incoherently: "Absolutely impossible, how is this possible! Janice has said more than once that she will never marry and will serve the goddess for the rest of her life. You must be mistaken."

"It can't be wrong. My friend in the palace has seen the shopping list for His Majesty's wedding, and Princess Agnese's name is on the dress list."

Feilin was stunned, her whole body was in disarray.

Janice, is this why you become stronger?

Me, me, me too...

I can't do it.

Volume 195: City of Freedom: Chapter Dear, Welcome Back

The celebration is coming to an end.

Roland left Freedom Square surrounded by his guards and prepared to return to the palace.

Just now, an official from the Supervisory Office reported to him that a spy was caught in the square, and a high-level spy, who is currently undergoing advanced interrogation.

Although Roland wanted to continue having fun with the people, Melanie firmly disagreed.

In her opinion, even the risk of Roland getting a scratch would be a major safety hazard.

There are spies in the square, but are there killers? What about assassins?

Who dares to say not?

Killers and assassins are different from regular warriors and magicians. They are good at hiding their tracks and attacking people suddenly.

Who can guarantee that there are no such bad things around?

Under her strong request, Roland had no choice but to obey her and end his parade in the square and return to the palace.

Roland was worried that the people would be disappointed, but he didn't know that other kings of this era would not be as close to the people as he was.

Not even for show.

Just as he was about to leave the square, he suddenly stopped, turned his head sharply, and his eyes suddenly flashed with light.

In the crowd, a girl wearing a long robe, a cloak and a veil is smiling.

Although she was covered tightly, Roland recognized Janice at a glance.

He walked quickly forward, stood in front of Janice, and said with a smile: "Welcome home, Janice."

Janice's eyebrows were curved and her dimples were full of smile.

"Is this my home?"