At the moment when bazaar twisted her body, her cheeks flushed and her heart was as warm as a fire, there was a "squeaky" sound behind her, the heavy oak door was pushed open, and the maid''s footsteps approached her.


    "Oh, miss!" said the maid in surprise when she saw him with his eyes open. "It''s great that you''re awake. I''ll help you dress now."


    Then the maid took out her favorite blue dress from the wardrobe: "what do you think of this one? It will be very beautiful."


    Bazaar sat up and leaned against the head of the bed under her white silk pajamas, showing a girl''s maturity curve.


    She stared at the maid discontentedly. This dress, which she loved most on weekdays, had no beauty at the moment.


    "Throw it away!" she said. "I''ll never see this dress again. It''s so ugly. It looks like a civilian peasant woman!"


    "Miss, this is your favorite..."


    "Shut up! Didn''t you hear me!" her voice shrieked and startled the maid. "Who allows you to talk back! ISA, you are becoming more and more presumptuous! Do you want to do those heavy jobs, or do you want me to tell my father to choose a man for you on the farm!"


    "No, miss!" the maid named Issa suddenly knelt down. Although she didn''t know why the young lady was angry, she didn''t know what she had done wrong. But the fear of being sent to the farm still made her subconsciously kneel down.


    "Please, miss," she said with tears and fear, "I shouldn''t talk back, let alone make you angry. Please don''t send me to the farm. I''ll listen to you later. Please, beautiful and kind miss."


    Looking at the maid begging for mercy, bazaar''s anger receded more than half.


    "Get up!" she said coldly. "Throw this disgusting dress away and find another one. I want the dress with white embroidered blue flowers."


    "Yes, yes!" the maid immediately got up, "I''ll get it now." then she ran out of the house with the blue dress in her arms.


    Basha Bilson had so many clothes that she needed a large separate room to house them. The wardrobe in the bedroom will only hold her favorite recently.


    Breakfast is milk soup, with crispy toast, white bread coated with honey and jam, and the fruit is bright and juicy fire berries.


    Having breakfast alone, bazaar couldn''t help getting upset again. Glancing at the guard, she frowned and asked, "what about my father? How long has it been? Why hasn''t he come back? Is he deliberately hiding from me? Or let you watch here!"


    Hearing the speech, the two guards who had been quietly pestling aside were stunned. After a pause, they replied, "Miss, the Marquis is leading the soldiers in the fortress."


    "The leader?" said bazaar coldly. "How about the war? Has the wild people attacked? How many heads did he cut off?"


    "Miss bazaar, the wild people haven''t started to attack yet." the guard replied truthfully.


    "Haven''t attacked yet?" staring at the guard, Basha smiled coldly. "What has my father been doing in the fortress for more than a month? Don''t tell me he''s watching the scenery! Don''t try to fool me. Although I haven''t been to the battlefield, I''ve read more war books than all of you!"


    "This..." the two guards looked at each other and didn''t know how to answer.


    "Why? I can''t tell!" bazaar looked arrogant. "Prepare the carriage immediately. I''m going to the fortress to see my father! He can''t hide from me!"


    "Miss bazaar!" a guard hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded, "Lord marquis is really preparing for war! A war is not only killing the enemy with a sword, but also has a lot of preparations, such as summoning people, building fortifications, preparing materials and weapons, and discussing how to --"


    "-- shut up!" cried Bertha, throwing away the bread. "You don''t need to educate me, and you are not qualified to educate me! I command you now to prepare the carriage at once!"


    The guard hesitated and didn''t know what to do for a moment. The servants around hung their heads and didn''t dare to send out the slightest hint of the East.


    "Do you want to take off this armor! Or do you want to lock me up!"


    "No, we didn''t mean that," the guard said quickly.


    "Then do as I say! Don''t think you will fight. I tell you, as long as I marry Prime Minister Flavi''s son, we will immediately get the support of the whole kingdom! No matter how many wild people there will be, don''t worry!"


    After hesitating for a moment, considering that the wild people had not attacked and the fortress was safe, the two guards nodded and turned to prepare for the carriage trip.


    ……


    In DOMA Town, under the escort of six knights, a gorgeous carriage set out from the castle and headed for the boulder fortress in the East.


    "There seems to be a lot less people in the town. Have they all gone to the fortress to resist the invasion of wild people?" through the curtain in the carriage, bazaar couldn''t help but wonder at some bleak streets.


    "Miss," said the maid Issa carefully, "I heard the Knights and adults in the castle say that the trade with the grassland has stopped because of the invasion of wild people. Perhaps because of this, the businessmen in the town have left."


    "These businessmen really have no brains." when she put down the curtain, bazaar said, "don''t they understand that war is the best chance to get rich. Once the war comes, ordinary things in the past will become scarce goods, and the price can be doubled. What a group of timid fools."


    No amount of gold coins is more important than life. Maid Issa thought.


    "Miss, how can those businessmen compare with you? They must have just heard the news of the wild people and ran away with their tails. They don''t think about how the wild people could rush over the boulder fortress with the Marquis!"


    With her white chin slightly raised, Bertha Bilson smiled proudly: "Isha, you should remember that businessmen are just a group of people who are short-sighted and only pay attention to immediate interests. They run around all day, driving carriages, eating and sleeping, and running around the king. They get no more than those gold coins. Such pursuit is mediocre and boring."


    "Miss, what kind of pursuit is not mediocre and interesting?"


    Looking at the ignorant and curious maid on her face, bazaar smiled proudly. When she was about to teach, the carriage stopped slowly.


    "Miss bazaar, here we are. The fortress camp is ahead."


    The maid Isha immediately raised the curtain of the carriage. Basha looked out and saw that the fortress was still far ahead, but the way forward was blocked by rows of horses.


    She immediately said discontentedly, "what are you doing here? Do you want me to walk there!"


    She doesn''t want to dirty her beautiful skirt.


    The helpless knight could only nod and say yes, the Royal horse came forward, asked people to remove the horse, and sent someone to rule the vassals stationed here.


    ……