Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Yes, in September next year. I know that it was you, Your Highness, who chose me among many young talents..."

Nurky hesitated, and his eyes suddenly became evasive when he looked at Grace, "But..."

"but?"

To be honest, people who pause in the middle of their sentences are annoying.

With an indescribable determination bursting out from his eyes, which were as delicate as Afro's, Nurky said seriously:

"I already have someone I like."

"Oh."

Grace gave a perfunctory response with a calm expression.

It doesn't matter to him who he likes, right?

Nurki placed his hand over his heart, his eyes sincere and genuine, as he spoke.

"Your Highness, I am 23 years old this year. According to my age, I should have chosen a noble lady and married her at the age of 20. But... I didn't."

Then, the young man's eyes gradually became sad, showing a feeling of powerlessness in the face of fate.

"I fell in love with my Potions teacher when I was 16. She was a beautiful, elegant and gentle woman, and her conversation was full of knowledge. She would always answer all my questions patiently and attentively."

Do you like the teacher?

Grace blinked and stared at Nurkic in surprise.

Perhaps noticing Grace's strange look, Nurky coughed a little embarrassedly.

"Your Highness, please don't look at me like that."

"Teacher... always kept a proper distance from others, and I just admired her. When I was nineteen, there was a terrible plague in the northwest of the empire."

"When she found out, she immediately rushed to the epidemic area with the magic herbs. She was twelve years older than me at that time, but now, the difference is only eight years."

Nurkic smiled bitterly, perhaps trying to use this method to hold back the emotions in his heart that had nowhere to be released.

"Even if it's a marriage, I think I should give all my love to the woman who is about to become my wife."

"Your Highness Grace, I can't do such a thing. I have decided to devote my whole body and soul to refining medicine like her."

"Your Highness, you are excellent, but I cannot be a real couple with you. This is what I must tell you as a gentleman. I am sorry, Your Highness."

Finally, Nurkic took a step back, put his hands on his chest, and bowed deeply.

What a sad and beautiful story of secret love, Grace sighed.

Unfortunately, she no longer had any expectations for relationships between people, so it was impossible to impress her.

Grace's voice, as cold as ice and snow, simply exclaimed, "That would be great."

Not a lot of emotional ups and downs.

Nurkic looked up in surprise.

Grace didn't know why she always felt someone was staring at her. She smiled politely.

"Because that's what I thought too."

Nurky's eyes lit up. "Really? Then this marriage..."

Are you going to interrupt your only chain of profit cooperation? You can't stop until you have made enough money.

Grace put her slender index finger close to her lips and warned softly,

"No one can predict what may happen in the future. I hope Mr. Nurkic will think twice about what to say in any situation."

It is indeed inappropriate to say such things in the palace. The marriage is granted by His Majesty's order, and the will of the ruler of the Rhine Empire cannot be disobeyed.

Realizing this, Nurkic could not help but apologize, "Ah, I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Gray nodded without any concern and went straight to the point.

"As for me... I came to you mainly to discuss cooperation."

"cooperate?"

"Yes, I heard that you have some wonderful ideas in refining medicine, so I wanted to ask you if you want to come and make some money?"

When money was mentioned, Grace's red eyes lit up.

Nurkic's expression seemed forced, his sword-like eyebrows were crooked and hesitant.

"I'm just trying my hand at Potions, but...making money? I haven't thought about it."

"Because money is worthless to me. A million gold coins is far less valuable than a failed but meaningful experiment."

Classic scientist mentality.

With such determination, one can accomplish great things. Grace admired his spirit, but she mercilessly threw a question to him:

"But have you ever thought about exploring the end of potion science, which requires a large number of precious potions as a prelude? Have you ever thought about making some money?"

Scientific research and development requires a lot of manpower and material resources as a foundation.

Nurkic obviously knew this, and he raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "How do you make money?"

"Hmm... I wonder if you have a potion that is very easy to make, has simple ingredients, and can cheer people up."

"Cheer up?"

“Just something like coffee.”

"Hmm... I haven't tried it."

"Then can you give me three months to try to create a new formula? In addition to the above requirements, it would be best if the color is good and the taste is sweeter."

Yes, that’s what Grace wants to do - make functional health drinks and reap profits under the guise of potions.

Even just strolling around the street, Grace could see the Rhine people's pursuit of magic.

Magic is a mysterious power bestowed by the goddess. Potions can be regarded as a derivative industry of magic, and naturally they also possess a mysterious and powerful color.

And this is a blue ocean. You can quickly reap the first pot of gold with just a little bit of publicity!

Whether or not they can make money now depends entirely on whether Nurki can develop a formula for the potion that can be produced in large quantities and at a low price.

Grace looked expectantly at the gold mine in front of her.

Nurkic lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then nodded, "Let's try."

Grace once again smiled a smile that smelled of money, and said skillfully:

"Well, since this is a business partnership, during this period, I need you to pay for the initial investment costs, and then I will be responsible for large-scale production and its operation and promotion."

"The money we get will be split 30% to 70%, you get 30% and I get 70%. However, I will cover all your medicine development costs. After we sign the contract, the partnership will be established."

The socially shy Nurkic seemed a little embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head and whispered:

"Your Highness Grace, there is no need to divide them..."

Is there such a good thing?

Grace resisted the urge to jump up. Without any hesitation, she announced at the speed of light,

"Okay, I will take all the profits from now on. Of course, I will also take all the development costs from you."

"Ok?"

Nurky's eyes widened and he blinked in surprise.

Grace covered her mouth and smiled softly, "I'm kidding. If you really don't want it, I'll give it to Mr. Nuerki's sister, Miss Afro."

This was not because the other party was too dull in his ridicule, but because Grace thought of giving it to Afro - wasn't that equivalent to giving it to herself?

Nurkic nodded gloomily and agreed with Grace's approach. "Then give it to her. Consider it a gift from me as her brother."

"Then, happy working together."

Grace put on her brightest smile and extended her hand as a final courtesy after a business negotiation.

"Pleasant to work with."

The two men shook hands politely and announced the success of the negotiation.

……

The more cheerful the atmosphere, the more uncomfortable it is for bystanders.

Afro felt as if her mood was blocked by a thick gray and black cloud. The wet rain kept falling, making her feel damp and depressed.

Why the sudden handshake? Why the smile? What will they talk about?

"Her Royal Highness and Nuerki seem to be getting along well. They didn't talk much before..."

My father's words seemed like some kind of sharp reminder spoken to me deliberately.

"I see."

Afro replied coldly, then sat down on the bench angrily with inexplicable emotions.

Grace is a perverted lesbian who likes girls. If she marries her brother, won’t he be deceived for the rest of his life?

What's more, she doesn't allow anyone to get close to her and is very cold to him. If his brother marries her, wouldn't he be suffering in vain?

And her personality is too extreme...

In short, in short, Grace cannot be his sister-in-law!

She is two years younger than me! How can I get married next year when I am not even engaged?

Why would even a woman like her want to get married? I don't understand.

Afro continued to pull the thread on the edge of her sleeve, gritting her teeth, and couldn't help but pull out the entire white thread.

Then the small sequins tied to the edge of the sleeves fell apart and scattered all over the floor, and my mood also scattered all over the floor.

"what……"

Afro sighed, his whole face wrinkled.

She took out the candy hidden in her pocket that she was going to give to Grace, tore off the colorful coating, and swallowed the candy in one gulp with some anger.

Her pretty cheeks were puffy, perhaps because she was angry or stuffed with candy.

After turning the candy around in her mouth, she leaned down and lowered her head, ready to pick up all the sequins.

But I saw a slender hand wrapped in a lace glove, picking up the fragments first.

It is Grace who is so familiar that she cannot be more familiar.

She patiently picked up all the sequins, then whispered in a cold voice, "Reach out."

Afro originally wanted to refuse, but couldn't help but spread out her five fingers and stretched out her white and tender palm.

Isn't this just a puppy? How shameful!

Afro cursed herself inwardly.

All the sequins rolled in the air and landed safely in the palm of my hand.

"Thank you."

Afro held the candy in her mouth and deliberately lowered her voice, thanking him in a muffled voice.

"It's ok."

Now Afro's mood is almost written all over his face.

She sat on the bench with her legs together, her golden head drooping like a sluggish rice seedling, her eyebrows twisted like crumpled paper, looking pitiful and cute.

Did someone bully her? Why is she so angry?

Grace's eyes rolled slightly, she coughed softly, sat down beside her, and then picked up the book "Goddess Chronicle".

Nurkic is chatting with his father Keong, and now it's time for the girls.

Grace deliberately ran her index finger across the yellowed paper and said softly,

"Hmm? Why does the goddess Veils always preach to others and never give anything of real meaning to the people of the mortal world? I don't understand her way of doing things."

Of course there is one more thing Grace didn’t say - I really hope someone can help me clear it up.

But the first time he took the initiative, he was completely ignored by Afro who was immersed in his emotions.

What is she doing?