Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

She also widely proclaimed that she was "the legendary witch of disaster."

She also said that as long as you help her collect the blood of the Heart of Light, she will be able to break free from the shackles of her soul, lead herself to step on her stepmother, punch her scumbag father, and reach the peak of her life.

"You should be looking around now to see if there are any swindlers you can cheat, instead of wandering around the streets!"

The devil's whispers rang in my ears again. That woman was constantly tempting me.

Nora followed her mother's teachings and was careful with her words and actions, and replied coldly in her mind, "Yeah."

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 house."

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

"Didn't I remind you yesterday that there was a diarrhea-causing potion in the chicken soup?"

"Yes, witch lady, you are amazing."

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

There was still a little snow on the dry branches. The weather had been extremely cold recently and the streets were sparsely populated with only a few people.

Therefore, the princess's carriage, which was inlaid with gold and obviously worth a lot of money, attracted special attention.

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

The former owner Amy was a good craftsman. The plum cakes she made were crispy and sweet. When I was a child, my wet nurse Denise especially liked to bring herself desserts from here.

Unfortunately, the boss's son is a hot-tempered and opportunistic person.

Nora knew without even thinking that the owner of the carriage was going to be badly ripped off.

A portion of plum cake was usually worth only one copper coin, but those noble ladies would pay five silver coins to buy it.

That's 50 times more. Those young ladies have no idea about money, so they were foolishly deceived.

Nora set her sights on the young lady.

She was different from all the noble ladies she had ever met.

Her black hair fell like a waterfall, her pointed jaw had a smooth curve, and the girl's profile was delicate. The faint winter sunlight shone on her pale face, clear and cold, as if the sunlight fell into the snowy night and turned into moonlight.

There was a kind of magic about her that made people unable to help but look at her.

So lovely.

Nora couldn't help but praise in her heart.

The witch beside me began to bewitch me again. She said loudly,

"If you like her, take her away and make her your own! Make her a little fool who can't leave you!"

Nora was too lazy to care about this crazy witch anymore.

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 be in a better mood.

Maybe you will recover faster.

Nora walked forward slowly, and as expected, she heard the boss's hoarse voice speaking loudly.

"My dear lady, your plum cake costs fifty silver coins."

"If you don't have fifty silver coins, give me one gold coin and I can make you twenty servings."

Nora's eyes swept over the packaged desserts on the stall, and her brows twitched slightly. No matter how she sold them, they wouldn't be worth that much, right?

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

Are you really going to be taken advantage of?

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

"Boss, your plum cakes are one copper coin each?"

Nora couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.

Because she was not talkative, Nora heard her own voice as emotionless as a machine.

The middle-aged boss's eyebrows drooped, and a shocking hatred suddenly burst out from his turbid eyes. He almost gritted his teeth and spat out two words from his lips:

"No."

And Nora saw that the young lady finally turned her head.

Her delicate facial features were as stunning as a beauty in a dream, and her blood-moon-like eyes were clear and cold.

Her eyes fell directly on herself.

At the same time, the witch's voice in my mind screamed wildly:

"Nora!! Yes!!! It's her!! It's her!!"

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

"She will conquer the continent of Eris by sweeping it across the land!"

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

"Then we can conquer the world!"

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I had been planning to update the page today.

I was delayed by something at home, so I apologize.

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

The maid lady storyline is relatively easy and can be considered as a diversion from the main storyline.

58. Playing the master-servant play (6k) owed -1

The witch with a mental disorder was buzzing in my mind.

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

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

Nora tried to give the older lady a friendly smile.

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

Ever since her mother passed away, Nora has been unable to make any significant facial expressions to others.

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

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

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

"Boss, please give me one."

The boss clenched his cheeks, and the scar on his face was clearly visible.

He carefully scanned Nora's noble coat, suppressed his anger at the fruitlessness of his efforts, and said with an embarrassed smile,

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

Deceiving these noble ladies is like walking on a tightrope. The most important thing is not to be found out, or else you might get severely beaten.

Nora deduced that the boss was so unscrupulous because the young lady had no servants around her.

Grace did not show much surprise on her face. She talked quietly 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 purse and handed them over.

Grace's eyes swept across the boss sharply.

"For one gold coin, you deliver ten servings of plum cakes to the Rhodes Welfare Home every day for thirty days. Do you understand?"

The boss nodded and bowed, his face full of flattery, "Dear lady, I will treat all your requests as if they were the words of a goddess."

She handled the matter of being deceived perfectly.

He has neither the arrogance of the upper class nor the elegance and dignity of aristocracy.

The greatest advantage of a mercenary person, especially one who has been struggling in society, is the ability to read people's expressions.

Grace raised her eyebrows, and the boss went down the fishing rod. He took a long breath and rubbed his hands quickly, bent over, showed a flattering smile, and said with wrinkles on his face,

"I understand, I understand what you mean."

"Also, give this lady a portion of plum cake as well."

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

Is this a treat?

Nora was still lost in thought, when she heard a cheer of intense joy.

The witch was so excited that she could hardly control herself, as if she had already seen a future of conquering the world.

"She gave you food, she must like you! Get her!"

"..."

Nora silently muted the witch lady in her mind, then whispered "thank you".

Yes, she had no money now, so she accepted this gift with peace of mind.

A chance meeting is just like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Nora took the pastry handed to her expressionlessly and turned away without hesitation. The warm pastry was still emitting heat in the cold winter.

And the luxurious carriage gradually drove into the Rhodes Orphanage.

Nora walked a long way in the muddy snow before she unmuted Miss Witch.

An angry voice sounded, the witch lady's voice was a little crazy, and she asked loudly.

"Nora Francis, you are so brave! Dare to offend Lady Lucia, the witch of disaster. I will predict in the Eye of Fate that your future will be as helpless as a long night."

"..."

Miss Witch's mental state was not very stable. When she saw that Nora did not respond, she shouted aggressively.

"Nora! Say something!"

Nora felt a headache from the noise. She rubbed her temples and asked with a straight face:

"say what?"

"Have you gone crazy from studying magic circles? Why didn't you flirt with Grace when she showed her affection for you?"

"Why do you want to take her down? Can't I do it myself?"

During Nora's miserable time, there was no smiling face around her.

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

But the witch who was like a willful young lady had already started to complain.

"You don't want to climb up with such a good opportunity? Who will find me a body of light in the future? And what about Denise's medical expenses?"

Nora's pace faltered slightly, it was a fact that Denise was in poor health.

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

She always said that she had seen a doctor and that she looked very well every time I went to see her, but her illness had never been cured...

For the first time, Nora's brows fell on her expressionless face.

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

"How about using a little trick on that great Emperor Grace and taking a little bit of it?"

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

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

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

The other type is the orthodox, regular doctor who relies on the perception of magic, and mainly prescribes the right medicine by sensing the dead energy in the magic lines of the human body.

The cure rate is high, but the price is extremely high, so it is usually only used to treat upper-class aristocrats.