All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

Because of the engagement ceremony of Princess St. Enluth and the King of England, this country of blue sky and sea is rare and lively like a celebration. Travelers in all kinds of fancy costumes wandered on the bluestone brick road. The leisurely conversation and the chirping of seagulls were together, and the wind took them to the far side.

"Huh? Isn't this Miss Yilian. Good afternoon!"

Seeing the fancy coat of arms from a distance, the potbellied gatekeeper waved enthusiastically in the direction of the carriage.

"Good afternoon."

Yilian, who was wearing a white dress, responded with a smile, stopped the horse, and looked at the long convoy in front of her.

"Recently, St. Enlus has attracted a lot of tourists because of the engagement ceremony, even more than in the previous peak tourist seasons." The gatekeeper said as he walked to the carriage. I have been working overtime without sleep for a week."

"Really?" Yilian looked at the unwearied uncle beside her, "but I think you are still in good spirits, uncle."

"Haha!! After all, it was the wedding of those two, what a festive day-yes. Isn't your family responsible for setting up the venue?"

"It was indeed arranged by our family. But we were kicked out the day before the wedding." Knowing the intention of the other party, Yilian replied, "Even the new nobles are not eligible to participate in the engagement banquet."

"Well. The rights of the new aristocracy will be confirmed sooner or later."

"So for that day to come early, I have to make money." Yilian smiled gently at the gatekeeper, and handed out a small bag from an invisible angle, "Uncle trouble."

"Haha! Time is life for a businessman."

Taking the bag and sending it into the space, the gatekeeper, who was laughing all the way, was as fast and natural as clouds and flowing water, "Go to the side door. There is usually for our soldiers."

"But let me check the carriage a little bit before then. After all, it was a strong request from above."

Yilian did not speak. He just turned sideways and quickly opened the curtain of the carriage.

In the dim carriage are piles of potatoes, and an old man wearing a hemp cloak, with his head bowed and peeling potatoes without saying a word.

Perceiving the movement here, the gray-haired old man just turned his head slowly, looked at it with dim eyes, and then continued to lower his head and peel the potatoes in his hands, like a machine.

A big pot of water was placed at his feet, and there were several potatoes in it. It seemed that he had been peeling it for a while.

"It's not easy to come out to work when you are old," the blessed middle-aged man sighed. Yilian lowered the curtain again in silence.

The dim carriage returned to darkness again, and soon the simple carriage used to pull goods bumped again. The faint sigh was overwhelmed by the sound of horse hooves and the sound of rolling wheels. I lowered my eyes, and threw the cut potatoes in my hand into the basin, and proceeded to the next one.

Unchanging mechanical movements help to ease the confusion of thoughts. Now I force myself to calm down by "cutting potatoes".

Then I peeled potatoes for an afternoon.

The price of freedom is heavier than imagined. After all, I no longer have a home where I can go back even if I "fail."

"Here. Your Royal Highness Gadliche."

"You don't need to be honored." I smiled bitterly. "After all, I am no longer a princess—"

"No. Your Highness."

In the dark night, the honey-colored eyes gleamed slightly with a gentle smile. To me who was stunned, Yilian said softly, "The name just represents my respect to you. Whether it is me or Rosen, I will only call you "His Royal Highness"."

Although the road ahead is rugged and lonely, fortunately, you are strong enough. You can go on without our company.

...This rainbow fart is blowing too much.

The horse-drawn carriage with heraldry drove away in the night, and finally turned into a point and disappeared at the end of the line of sight. I later realized that Yilian was only a few years older than me, but as the only daughter, she must have been used to driving a carriage like this at night for business.

It's not easy for everyone to live.

I put on my hood and turned around. With the dim light of the two bypass lamps, he walked towards the village not far away.

Before leaving, Yilian stuffed me with a small bag of magic cores. I took it out and took a look on the way. There are big and small, and some are excellent. It must be a variety of occasions. After all, it's not a good thing to be out there alone, let alone I'm a weak girl (at least on the surface).

The village I chose to settle in is very small, located on the border of Saint Enluth. Since Saint Enluth embraced Yinglan's thigh, the leaders next door have been polite, and the border line can be painted wherever it says. By the way, the nearby villages have also been packed and sent.

But to be honest. How could it be managed so far away?

In this era when magic guides have become popular, the lighting in the village still relies on "fire." There is a small square in the center of the village, where they piled up an oversized bonfire, which was guarded by a dedicated person. In each of the remaining households, two torches are placed on both sides of the door, so that they can be picked up when they have to go out at night.

The villagers expressed their surprise and freshness to the travellers visiting in the middle of the night. Although I really want to keep a low profile, but there are too few entertainment activities, but the guys who don't sleep and watch the excitement still surround me in a circle. Fortunately, they were just onlookers and didn't take any other actions.

I sat on the wooden stakes by the campfire expressionlessly, and answered the village chief's question with everybody's eyes—an ordinary girl born in the city of Saint Enluth. Because of the longing for the outside world, I left home and started traveling.

As for their reaction.

It's the same as seeing a live fantasy species.

Everyone knows that it has existed before, but it has long since become extinct. Although it cannot be completely determined that there is no such thing, it must be endangered to a "species" that almost only exists in fantasy.

"Gadrich. I think you are probably sixteen or seventeen, right?"

The scrawny old man leaned forward and squinted at me with his muddy eyes, "Women of our age have babies. Isn't it like this in big cities?"

"...In the city of Saint Enluth. It's indeed time to be married at this age."

"then you……?"

"Because of a personality problem, I belong to a different kind." I opened my eyes with incompetent dead fish, and hit the old village chief with shining eyes. "I like women."

"..."

"And I can beat most men. If you doubt, I can blow up a room to show you."

"..."

very good. Now they look at me like they are looking at the "Ultimate Fantasy Species".

After that, the question and answer became normal. It's nothing more than asking me questions like "Is the city of Saint Enluce brightly lit at night" and "Does the people in the city use magic devices?"

When I answered "yes". Their eyes couldn't help but change their desires.

"Although there is some distance, it takes only half a day to get to the city of Saint Enluth." To these villagers who seem to have no knowledge of the royal city, I asked suspiciously, "Why don't you go and see it with your own eyes? "

"How can it be so fast!" This time it was not the village chief, but a young strong guy, "Even without a carriage, it would take more than two days to ride a horse!"

how is this possible. I came here today in Yilian’s carriage, okay... Could it be that?

My expression suddenly became very complicated, "Your carriage-it's not that it's not equipped with a magic device."

The villagers shook their heads blankly.

"...No one?"

He shook his head again.

I fell silent.

The magic device used in the carriage is not a rare thing, any student majoring in Baide magic device can make it. This kind of thing with no major technical content costs a little money except for the "magic core" that provides energy, and it doesn't cost much at all.

"Buy one directly. Although give me some time, I can make it too, but it is too much trouble." I couldn't help but sighed and rubbed my temples. "There is always a means of exchanging materials with the outside world in the village? For example, come regularly. Something like a merchant who harvests crops?"

Shook his head. The one who answered me was shaking his head again.

I was shocked, "How is this possible?! Seasonings, textiles, metal utensils, are you all self-sufficient?"

"Oh. This baron will send us regularly."

As if finally understanding what I was talking about, the old village chief replied with a normal face, "Every month there will be a baron’s carriage. We hand over the food and meat to the baron, and the baron gives us clothes and other things. ."

"...Just the kind of clothes you wear?"

This time I nodded in response.

But I can't be happy at all.

Linen, a linen made entirely of inferior coarse linen. This kind of clothes should have been reprocessed and fed to pigs thirty years before the magic device was officially used in industrial production.

The so-called "baron" completely monopolizes the village's means of trade, and the income and payment are completely unequal. What is even more frustrating is that the villagers here are completely unaware that it is wrong.

This can't be blamed on them... the people's ignorance is the manifestation of Wang's negligence. What was wrong was the royal family of Saint Enluth who ruled this country.

I looked at the village chief, "Is the baron's carriage coming this month?"

"Not yet." The unscheming village chief replied honestly.

"When will you come then?"

"In two days?" The elderly village chief looked at the young people around him, "Is it two days later?"

The young man nodded, "It's two days later."

The village chief looked at me, "It's two days later."

"..."

I looked at them like I was looking at a group of reachable ducks.

"I'm going to the south, and then I want to ask if the baron's messenger can take me for a ride." I smiled amiably at the villagers, "I have been chatting here these past two days."

"welcome."

The old village head smiled happily. The young man reminded, "Miss. The baron's carriage is going north."

"fine."

My smile became brighter, "He will drive south."

The kind young man looked confused, but soon opened his brows again. Probably this is unique to the people in the city.

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The second generation is not Otome Xiang, Mei Lin is the appointed hero, don't worry.

[If I don’t want to put fgo on prostitution, I pulled him out for prostitution x]