"Ah, another boring day …" On the edge of the roof, Sally swung her slender legs and rested her hands on both sides. She looked up at the sky. Her slim white dress outlined her alluring curves. She stared at the two birds flying slowly in the sky until they disappeared from her sight.
"Grumble …"
Her stomach growled. Sally's eyes went blank. She reached out to touch her flat belly and murmured to herself, "Ah, I want to eat sweet tofu pudding and Yangzhou fried rice … Dreams don't exist …"
…
"Take her back?" Yngwie looked at Irwin with a sarcastic smile. "Are you sure you want to attack a seventh-level magic caster, and a future elf queen who will probably become the crown prince after returning to The Wind Forest?"
"I wouldn't dare." Irwin's expression changed immediately. His mind was full of rewards and rewards, and he didn't think about anything else. Now that he heard Yngwie's words, his back was soaked with cold sweat. He had almost stepped into a bottomless abyss.
He was only a fourth-level magic caster, and Yngwie was only a seventh-level magic caster. They didn't even know if they could defeat Sally, let alone take her back unharmed.
Of course, more importantly, if she really became the new elf princess after returning to The Wind Forest, her status would only be below the queen and Princess Irina. Irwin wouldn't dare to attack her even if he had ten times the courage.
"Then … should we report it?" Irwin said hesitantly, and even his voice lowered a lot.
"Come back with me later, and I'll give you the reward of 5,000 gold coins. You can return to The Wind Forest next month. Haven't you always wanted to get a position in the finance department? Go home and wait for the news. "Yngwie nodded expressionlessly.
"Thank you, Mr. Yngwie." Irwin's face lit up, and he hurried to express his gratitude. Although he didn't know why Yngwie would give him the reward in advance, he knew better than to ask.
Yngwie was not a very powerful magic caster among the elves, but he had the powerful Baibilly Family behind him. The Baibilly Family was almost in charge of the finances of the elves. Just like Miss Sally's Brewster Family, which was in charge of food, the Baibilly Family was one of the most powerful families among the elves.
Furthermore, it had been rumored since last year that the third young master of the Baibilly Family, Blour, was going to be engaged to Young Mistress Sally of the Brewster Family.
However, before the marriage was settled, Miss Sally ran away from home. This news was concealed by the Brewster Family. Soon after, Lady Helena proposed to the queen that Sally should be the new crown princess. Only then did the news of Princess Sally running away from home become known to the elves.
Sally, who had always been overshadowed by Princess Irina, suddenly became the new favorite of the elves. The Brewster Family, which had been facing a crisis, also received help from all sides, and successfully survived the crisis. The marriage between Sally and the Baibilly Family also became a miraculous event.
Many people speculated that Sally's running away from the Li Family was a direct protest against the marriage. No one could force a future empress to marry anyone, not even her father.
The elves' long lifespans meant that they had more time to find a suitable partner. This could take 100 years or even 200 years, so there was no rush.
Many people were gloating over the Baibilly Family's misfortune. If they had been able to marry Sally last year, the Baibilly Family would have become the most powerful family in the elven race.
However, as long as the elders of the Brewster Family weren't out of their minds, they definitely wouldn't urge Sally to get married. If she didn't get married, she would still be a member of the Brewster Family.
Irwin wasn't stupid, and he knew what was going on. However, he was just a small fry, and he couldn't get involved in the matters between two major families. However, since Yngwie had offered him a position in the finance department, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
"Let's go." Yngwie took one last look at the roof before turning around.
…
In a study in the elven embassy, Yngwie looked on as Irwin excitedly left with a heavy box. His brows furrowed, but they quickly smoothed out. He raised a hand, and a gust of wind blew past, and the door was gently closed.
"The Brewster Family isn't very honest. Young Master, this is all I can do for you." Yngwie sat down in front of his desk, picked up a quill, and began to write a letter.
…
After pressing the last dough to the side, Meg looked at the hundreds of dough that were spread out beside him, and a smile appeared on his face. Although his arms were a little sore, compared to before, he had to rest after rubbing for a while. Today's speed was very impressive, and the quantity had almost doubled.
"Next, it's time to make the tofu pudding." Meg turned his gaze to the juicer beside him. The juicer had a diameter of 30 centimeters and a height of 60 centimeters, and it could squeeze out enough soy milk for a pot of tofu pudding at once. After soaking in the juicer for more than eight hours, the soybeans became plump and glossy.
"The demand for tofu pudding seems to be getting higher and higher. It's good for the restaurant's development to have some limited edition dishes." Seeing the soybeans being crushed in the juicer and the white soy milk flowing everywhere, Meg's eyes suddenly lit up. "System, what do you think of the matter we discussed yesterday?" he asked in his mind. "Why don't you remove the 'thank you' column from the wheel?"
"The system believes that all the lucky draws should have a certain probability of no prizes. Only then will the lucky draw become interesting. Otherwise, it would be better to call it 'one out of five.' What kind of lucky draw is that?" the system replied.
"Hehe." Meg pursed his lips.
"Host, please don't express disdain for the system's genius idea. The system will ensure that the lucky draw is absolutely fair. If the host's luck is off the charts, you might be able to draw a strength point," the system said solemnly.
"System, let me ask you. Who designed the wheel?"
"The system."
"Who controls the wheel?"
"The system."
"Who gave the prize?"
"The system."
"Then when I want to spin, do you still have the final say in which column I fall into? Are you going to tell me that I'm unlucky if I fall into the 'thank you' column? Would you believe me if I said that? "Meg's smile was a little mocking.
The system fell silent for a moment. After a while, it said solemnly, "The system guarantees …"
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