After lunch.
Maggie was diligently responsible for cleaning up the plates, her thin body was as busy as a little elf.
"Let me do it, Maggie. Go take a nap. You have to train with Lord Röhm in the afternoon. Remember to perform well in the training class." Mrs. Harriet liked little Maggie very much. She had no daughter, so she really regarded little Maggie, who was boarding at home, as her own daughter.
Because Mrs. Harriet spoke too fast, Maggie could only understand a few snake words such as "nap", "Lord Röhm", "training", etc.
But she was smart enough to guess what Mrs. Harriet meant. She hurriedly replied in snake text, "Lord Röhm's training is easy, Maggie is happy, three meals! Flower Town, great! "
She spoke and gestured so that the communication was completed smoothly.
Mrs. Harriet smiled and her eyes were misty, "Flower Town was not like this in the past. At that time, we could only eat two meals a day, and in winter, only one meal a day. It was the Lord who brought everything and made Flower Town great. Now we can eat three tons of rice a day. "
In the era of material scarcity, two meals a day was the mainstream for civilians, and three meals was the standard for aristocrats.
When Maggie was in the Eagle Kingdom, she lived in the countryside and ate two meals a day with her family. After coming to Flower Town, it was already a great happiness to be able to eat three meals a day.
She was still young and had not been assigned to farm work. What she needed to do every day was training classes and needlework classes. Training classes taught some punches and kicks to build up strength, while needlework classes invited serfs dyers and spinners to teach printing and weaving skills.
Maggie learned very seriously.
This was because she knew that skills were very precious. In her hometown, learning a skill would cost a lot of money before someone would be willing to teach it.
Compared with the illusory prospect of building up strength and cultivating qi, she was more willing to become a spinner.
When she finished her needlework class and returned to Mrs. Harriet's house, dinner was just about to start. But compared to the past, the atmosphere at home seemed a little serious.
Harriet's husband sat on the bench with a dignified expression.
Mrs. Harriet's son and daughter-in-law, who had separated from the family, also rushed over.
It wasn't until the bread and seafood were served that Maggie realized what day it was from Harriet's daughter-in-law's gestures — Harriet's daughter's memorial day.
Mr. and Mrs. Harriet had had a little daughter, but she had fallen ill in the winter, and had not had enough to eat, and had died three years ago. She was only a little older than Maggie when she died.
This was also the reason why Harriet and her husband were willing to take Maggie in.
The next day, Harriet and her husband even invited Monsieur Grandet of the town to their house. Through Grandet, he communicated with Maggie: "Maggie, Mrs. Harriet wants to form a contract with you as mother and daughter."
"Ah …"
Maggie was caught off guard and did not know how to get back.
Old Grandet said gently: "The past is the past, there is no need to think too much about it. Now that you have come to the Flower Town, your family is dead. Why don't you form a contract with Mrs. Harriet? It will be convenient to look after her, and they can help you redeem your serf contract and restore your status as a freeman. "
This was great news.
Harriet and her family ran the town's general store, and were well off, and belonged to the well-to-do lot. If she could form a contract with them, Maggie knew that she would have a good future.
But she didn't know why, but she was vaguely resistant: "Monsieur Grandet, I have relatives … I have a sister."
Old Grandet frowned. He checked Maggie's identity information and did not find any relatives among the serfs. According to Maggie's own narrative, her parents were killed by mercenaries.
"You have a sister? Where is she? Why didn't you say it before? "
"My … my sister left home several years ago. She said that when she learned magic, she would come back to me … my sister will come back to me."
Learn magic?
Was she chosen by a certain Mr. Truth and became a magic apprentice?
This thought flashed by, but Old Grandet did not care. Even if Maggie's sister became a mage, it was almost impossible for her to come to the Coral Island to find her sister.
Besides.
Maybe she died in an explosion. In the mage industry, the probability of an explosion is quite high.
He just thought that Maggie was a little shy and embarrassed, so he asked her to think about it for a few days. Harriet and her husband did not mention it again and continued to maintain the previous atmosphere.
But Maggie could not calm down for a long time.
… …
At the same time.
Thousands of miles away in the Eagle Kingdom, the flames of war continued.
The Iron and Steel Ridge Kingdom invaded, and the Eagle Kingdom was forced to resist. The Dragon Knight wandered around to support the battlefield. On the other side, in the hinterland of the Eagle Kingdom, the army of the Grand Duchy of Sapphire, like locusts passing through, desperately searched the coastline and border castles, plundering all kinds of wealth and minerals.
Amidst the chaos of war, a warship flying the flag of the Red Tulip Family slowly approached the port. The port lighthouse also hung a red Tulip flag.
Needless to say.
This was naturally the bridgehead occupied by the Tulip family along the coastline of the Eagle Kingdom.
There were already servants of the Tulip family, joining the servants of the fleet to sort out the goods, which were all specialties of the Grand Duchy of Sapphire. While fighting and robbing, at the same time trading and smuggling, both did not delay. The entire harbor was bustling with people loading, unloading, and transporting cargo, running around non-stop.
"Is this the ship of the Tulip family?" In a shabby tavern on the dock, a female mercenary with a face scarf, holding a glass of wine, looked out of the window and asked.
She was talking about the wind.
Opposite her was a shifty-eyed guy, who greedily glanced at the mercenary's bulging chest, and answered wretchedly, "Of course, this dock and most of the surrounding castles have been occupied by the Wave Sword Saint, Leewilliam. The Red Tulip has become a nightmare for many nobles."
"Leewilliam's fleet has been engaged in slave trafficking?"
"Hey, the Sapphire people are a group of serf traffickers. It would be strange if they didn't sell slaves."
"When will the fleet return?"
"It depends on how fast you mercenaries can catch serfs. If you're fast, maybe you can sell a batch of serfs this month."
"This is for you." The mercenary flicked her finger in the air, and a shiny silver coin flew into the air and then fell on the table.
She got up and left without looking back.
The shifty-eyed guy reached out and pressed the silver coin, licked his lips, greedily picked it up, held it in the palm of his hand, and smiled brightly. "Sir mercenary, if you need any more information, just come to the Old Ford tavern to find me … Hey, why did she suddenly disappear?"
When he raised his head, the mercenary was no longer in the tavern.
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