Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, with a rosy face and a slightly worn thick cotton coat wrapped around her petite body. She walked as cutely as a penguin.

She looked back every few steps at the cake shop window, swallowing her saliva, but finally pursed her lips sensibly.

After just a slight pause, the sensitive father noticed that something was wrong with his daughter.

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

Finally, I mustered up my courage and walked into the cake shop.

Everyone has their own way of living, and Grace is not curious about what she sees in daily life.

But her sensitive hearing and clear eyes made her unable to refuse 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 trouser leg tightly and pulled it back, fearing that her father would stay there any longer.

My father put his hand against the wooden door, trying to take out money from his pocket to pay.

"Natasha! It's only seven copper coins. It's not expensive! It's okay. Haven't you never eaten it before?"

Perhaps it took all her strength and determination to make it so that even an adult man couldn't hold her back.

Children from poor families have to grow up early, and even enjoying life is a mistake.

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

The money is all with Nora...

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

The words painted in red were particularly eye-catching, undoubtedly meeting Grace's requirements.

"Miss, I'm back."

In the cold north wind, Nora's cold voice came.

Grace stepped forward eagerly, leaning on her cane, and held out her hand, "Give me five gold coins."

"Yes."

Nora held the wooden board without any questions, counted out five coins from the purse on the left, and handed them to Grace.

This should be enough for this father and daughter to get through this harsh winter.

Grace stroked the texture of the gold coin and looked back, only to find that the wind chimes in front of the cake shop were shaking slightly, and the father and daughter had long disappeared in the crowd.

The life of an ordinary person is like this, bitter, insignificant, like water melting into water.

From the boxing ring in the pub next door came bursts of deafening cheers.

Human 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 produced on a large scale, what Grace has to do is to ensure that most people do not have abnormal reactions after drinking it.

This is a basic conscience.

At the same time, we must also observe how long the majority of civilians who have no magical talent can maintain their excitement.

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

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

Thus, a big circle gradually formed around Grace and Nora.

Grace also began asking people who drank the diluted magic drink some questions about the efficacy of the medicine and wrote them down on paper and pen.

It is slightly sweet and drinking it will cause the body to heat up, resist the cold, and make the spirit become very invigorated. The effect is much better than the Rhine specialty coffee.

A sip of about 20 ml lasts about an hour.

Grace raised her eyebrows. It seemed that the effect was better than expected?

"Stop hitting me! Someone's going to die if you keep hitting me!"

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

Then, a noisy sound like a mosquito lingered in the boxing arena of the tavern next door.

Grace raised her eyes and looked through the gap between the crowd.

A young man with a bruised face and nose was half-lying on the ground like a dead dog, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and flowing down his thin face.

Opposite him was the spacious door of the tavern. In the center of the door stood a bald man with a gloomy face and a body as strong as a bear. He seemed to be a boxer in the tavern.

He kicked the door frame impatiently. "Bad luck! Forget it! Let's stop here."

But even so, he still held on, almost half-knelt at the feet of the fighter, hugged him, gasped like a bellows, and begged pitifully,

“Master Badru… hit me seven more times, seven more times… please… I really beg you.”

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

Grace had never seen such a scene before, and she almost jumped up from the bench.

"Merciful lady... don't worry. This is the norm in the Fist Fighting Arena Tavern."

The middle-aged male drug tester who was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside him sighed.

"Leo makes a living by selling punches. He comes here every week and gets one copper coin for each punch... This is just normal business. But didn't anyone tell him? Can he get one gold coin for testing drugs here?"

Just look at Barud's fist, which is as big as a hammer, while Leo's body is as thin as a tree trunk and is about to fall.

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

Stand up as a human being and make your way through the crowd.

"What is she going to do?"

"What is the noble lady doing here?"

"She was just saying that she would give out money if I drank the drinks. Maybe she is a noble with some special fetish?"

Maybe someone will talk about you, maybe there will be narrow-minded and critical looks, but that doesn't really matter.

I want to become the emperor of this empire in the future, and become the one who controls the life, death and fate of countless people...

If one fails to maintain compassion and respect for everyone who follows and believes in him, he will lose his reverence for power and life and fall into an abyss from which there is no return.

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

"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, was choked and spat out two mouthfuls of blood foam. He awkwardly wiped his hands on his gray and black clothes, wanting to reach out to touch it, but in the end he shrank back and staggered to his feet.

"really?"

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

When he heard the price offered by the girl, his dim, distracted and turbid eyes lit up as if their souls were reunited.

"How many times can I try? My body can handle it. I won't die. How about a hundred times?"

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

Grace glanced at the countless pairs of sharp eyes around her.

One hundred gold coins, this is not a small amount.

Leo was so weak and in public, his money might be snatched away before he could even buy a cake.

"You try the effect first."

——Grace said this coldly, ignoring everyone's gazes and returned to her original bench.

On the way, she made eye contact with the astonished Nora, and also casually glanced past the fortune teller who was leaning against the fortune telling house to watch the fun.

She didn't think too much about what impression her behavior would leave on others.

She just thought - it would be great if all the hard-working and kind people in the world could live happily throughout their lives.

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I guaranteed a relative, but she went bankrupt and needed me to pay her back...

The amount was huge, and I almost lost my mind at one point.

There is no cutting of the book, and there will be more updates and more money to make after July... Alas, things are unpredictable.

127. She is very cute~

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

Grace was able to empathize with the young father.

In my vague memories from my childhood, there is still the scene of my father and mother worrying about the gas bill late at night.

Emotional people always show the greatest kindness towards things that they are unfamiliar with and that they perceive as pitiful.

The same thing happened to Grace, who led Leo in Nora's direction.

Nora's pupils dilated slightly, and her eyes were quite strange, as if they were attracted by magnets, sticking to her tightly.

Her tightly closed lips slowly opened, and finally she was speechless.

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

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

"Arrange for him to taste the magic drink."

Just tasting a little magic drink can give you a gold coin, which is a blessing in every way.

After confirming it wasn't a scam, a long queue formed within five minutes.

Twenty people was the sample limit, so Grace stopped the drug trial and observed the final results.

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

"My dear lady... I'm fine. I'm in good health! You can have as much as you want. I won't die."

Leo had swallowed all the blood at the corners of his mouth, just like every struggling person swallowing the injustice he encountered.

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

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

Grace was eager to try and full of desire for money, but she didn't hate it.

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

But at this moment, Nora's hand was suspended in the air, and she looked at him hesitantly, like a loyal dog waiting for his master to give orders.

I feel a little bit at a loss.

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

Between her own orders and goodwill, she chose to follow her own orders, which is commendable.

"Leo."

Grace sat on the bench and called out to the poor father, while also helping Nora out.

"My dear lady, what can I do for you?"

Leo respectfully turned his back, which could not be straightened, towards Grace, nodding and bowing like a dog, as if he was already familiar with this lifestyle.

Grace has seen too many people like Leo, living tenaciously in the world like a weed that no one cares about.

If, if, my father wasn’t the illegitimate son of a wealthy family, if I hadn’t climbed out of the valley of despair…

Will the final result be the same?

Be patient, and live in silence.

Accustomed to maintaining an even 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 such a job...?"