The Witch's Legs

"How come I never noticed how dark you were before?"

Alice searched for a long time before finally finding Xia Er in a hidden corner, and she said somewhat speechlessly.

"Because I don't want to accept their thanks."

"And my original intention was not to help them."

Xia'er wasn't comfortable in this kind of situation. With someone else to speak for her, why force herself to do something she wasn't good at?

"Heh~"

Alice gave a cold laugh.

"Is there anything else?"

Chael extended his hand in a "please" gesture.

If you have something to say, say it; if not, get lost.

"Please settle my payment."

Alice also extended her hand to Xia Er.

"How many?"

Xia Er raised an eyebrow.

"100 pounds!"

Alice made a gesture.

"Okay, go find Martin and tell him that I agreed to it."

"You guys keep going. There's nothing more for me here, so I'll be leaving now."

Chael glanced at the girl, nodded, and turned to leave gracefully.

"You really know how to order people around."

Alice looked at Xia Er and muttered.

She jogged back, tugged at Martin's sleeve, and said:

"As your young master said, each child here will be provided with a set of clothes that fit properly."

"If there's any money left over, we'll add it to the food we're preparing to donate."

Martin nodded; he didn't believe Alice would lie to him about something like this.

"How many pounds sterling may I use, young master?"

Martin remembered that his wife had given him another sum of money at the last banquet, so the villa's expenses wouldn't be a problem for the time being. Of course, he wouldn't raise any objections.

"In addition to the food he had originally planned to donate, he donated an extra 100 pounds."

"He's already donated, wouldn't you feel bad not donating something too?"

"Let's chip in another 100 pounds, honestly, don't ask me for this next time. It's hard work saving money for me too!"

Alice clutched the small pouch at her waist, feeling a pang of regret. If things continued like this, she would never be able to save enough money to buy the materials for Sequence 7 potions. She decided to try to accumulate contribution points instead.

"My donation cannot exceed that of the young master."

"Then I'll donate 70 pounds, Miss Alice. Did the young master just pay you your fee?"

Martin thought for a moment and asked.

"Payment has been made."

"Although not much..."

I originally thought I'd have to pay out £50, but now I only need to pay out £30. Didn't I just make £20 in profit by reselling it?

Alice's spirits lifted again.

"Where is the young master?"

Martin looked around and asked, puzzled.

"He's gone. I'll have you come with me to continue helping out. Anyway, I have some free time this afternoon, and I can't just go to one orphanage."

"You say 9 pence can buy 8 pounds of dark bread, how much dark bread can 100 gold pounds buy?"

Alice was too lazy to calculate, so she asked Martin directly.

He's gone? Young Master, you're not waiting for me?

Martin was somewhat hurt, and he casually remarked:

"About 2 pounds of dark bread."

"Then you go and make the arrangements. We'll look at a few more orphanages. You take care of the food arrangements. Don't send it all at once; send a certain amount regularly. I'll come over to check on things when I have time."

Alice patted Martin on the shoulder, signaling him to quickly use his connections to get things done.

"Miss Alice, what about you? Aren't we going to visit other orphanages?"

Martin sighed and asked.

"Wait a little longer, some of the bright children are almost ready to learn the nursery rhymes I taught them."

Alice said something and then ran back to the group of children and started singing.

Martin watched as the children sang nursery rhymes in a daze. Some of the orphanage caregivers, who couldn't understand Intis, even thought Alice sang beautifully and joined in, singing praises to the sun.

He admired Miss Alice somewhat; despite the language barrier, she managed to find ways to spread her faith.

Young master, do you really not mind Miss Alice doing this?

What if the clergy of the Church of Storms discover this...

Martin paused for a moment, thinking, "It's unlikely that church people would come to the orphanage for no reason."

He couldn't quite understand the children's songs with their heavy rural accents.

Moreover, Miss Alice also holds the position of a low-ranking priestess at the Intis Embassy.

She doesn't even know the Rune language. Does the Storm Church really want to accuse a little girl named Intis who doesn't know the Rune language of preaching in Backlund?

It would be more efficient to arrest him, the translator, first.

......

After one's mind is enlightened and clear.

Chael arrived at the Backlund Library alone.

He randomly picked up some history books about Intis.

The publicly available history is largely the same as what he knows, only more detailed in some places.

The history of the struggles of the Archcongruous Lord Roselle from 1143 to 1173.

The Kingdom of Intis suffered a defeat in the war against the Fusak Empire, was burdened with heavy debts, and its domestic economy was on the verge of collapse. Internal strife broke out within the Soren family, and its strength and control declined significantly.

As a colonel, Rosell instigated a revolution, overthrowing the weak Solon family, establishing a republic, and appointing himself consul.

"Old Huang, you're still playing Napoleon's script, aren't you? To be able to overthrow an angelic family, you're really something."

"Although Napoleon's later years were ominous, even if he were to rise again, it would still be an ominous time."

Chael smiled slightly. The subsequent history was roughly similar. In 1197, Emperor Roselle was betrayed and assassinated by the Church of the Eternal Sun, the Sauron family, and other nobles. He fell in the White Maple Palace.

He found no trace of himself in the official history.

There might be traces on the side, indicating that the Soren family still wields considerable influence over Intis.

I don't know if this counts.

He picked up a few pages of a copy of Russell's diary, intending to refer to them and make up something to show Mr. Fool.

He planned to keep fewer entries in his diary so as not to put too much psychological pressure on Klein.

Mr. Fool couldn't offer himself anything decent either.

Just as Xia Er was about to immerse himself in the Emperor's wildly unrestrained calligraphy, a fair complexion entered his field of vision.

He glanced at them out of the corner of his eye; they were coming for him.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?"

Panatia, wearing a long black dress, walked up to Chael, leaned down slightly, and asked while brushing aside a stray strand of hair.

"You're big, you're fair-skinned, do whatever you want."

Chael put down the pages of the book in his hand, propped his head up with his hand, and looked at the witch.

Since my good friend is offering me this benefit, I can't let him down.

The witch smiled and gracefully sat down next to Chael.

Without any hesitation, Xia Er pulled out a small knife from his sleeve and, with a gentle slit, cut the witch's black dress into a high-slit gown. The slit almost reached her thighs, revealing a pair of perfectly long legs, round and full, yet still slender.

The silver knife twirled nimbly between his fingers twice before disappearing back into his sleeve.

Panatia felt the chill on her legs. She looked down and saw that her skirt had been torn open. She smiled and covered her face with her book.

"You're acting so cute."

Xia Er glanced at the other people in the library; they were all doing their own thing, seemingly unaware of what was happening here.

Aren't you afraid of being seen by others?

Panatia put down her book and looked at Xia Er, her eyes filled with a hint of shyness and charm.

"Oh?"

"You mean that?"

Shael touched her thigh, pinched it, and looked at the Sequence 4 Despair Witch.

"I'm not afraid of being seen, but if you are seen, it will affect your reputation, won't it?"

"I haven't congratulated you yet on graduating early and becoming a full-fledged clergyman."

Panadia snorted, slapped away Chael's hand, and drew a crimson moon on her leg.