Basha couldn''t understand why the count of the tustra family abolished the farm and liberated the slaves.


    In her opinion, these measures are tantamount to suicide for a noble Lord - who will grow food for him without farms and serfs? Who will fight for him? What should he rely on to maintain his rule?


    Tax?


    Or a lot of gold coins he earned?


    But isn''t that stupid and redundant?


    Or did he show his unique kindness by spending enough gold coins at will?


    But her father clearly taught her that as a noble, we should make our kindness a rare gift.


    Bazaar was suddenly curious about Shanghe collar, but elif knew very little. She not only failed to answer her doubts, but also added a mysterious color to Shanghe town in bazaar''s heart.


    After a conversation around Shanghe Ling, the sad bazaar gradually calmed down and no longer looked like she was dying.


    "Mr. elif, can you write to tell the count of tustra? If he wants only people, I can give him..." bazaar thought about it and reported a number in a changed tone, "50000... Or 100000! As long as these wild people leave, I''ll give it to him."


    Looking at bazaar with flashing eyes, elif smiled and said, "Miss, you still have a lot to learn. In addition to living hard, the most important thing is to make the lies you don''t believe as credible as the facts that have happened."


    "I... I will, I promise!" whispered Bertha, with a trace of shame and stubbornness on her tearful face.


    In the past, she never lied. With her father''s protection, she didn''t have to lie to anyone.


    Shaking his head, elif stressed, "I said, you still have a lot to learn. That adult is in urgent need of population to fill his territory, and the transaction with you is far away. Even a businessman like me will not choose to wait in vain and waste time, not to mention that it is full of uncertain variables."


    "Variables?" bazaar interrupted loudly, seizing the key point in each other''s words.


    Elif was a little calm. After rationalizing his ideas, he said, "I don''t know much, but the relationship between the adult and Prime Minister Flavi is not friendly. You must hate him now. Therefore, even if the wild people retreat, there is still a long way to go before you rule Avery. I''m afraid the hardships will be far more than you think."


    "I''m not afraid!" bazaar insisted stubbornly. "My father is dead. Now I''m the only one left in the Bilson family. I will live, I will!"


    As she spoke, tears flowed out of her eyes again, but she immediately raised her hand to wipe it dry and looked firmly at elif sitting in front of her.


    "You have to help me!" she straightened up and stressed, "in the future, I will make you a nobleman and let you be the mayor of DOMA, just like Gustav in Shanghe town! Elif, will you?"


    Hearing the speech, elif''s heart beat quickly.


    Looking at bazaar Bilson with bright eyes, tears on his face and expectation in his eyes, he pressed down his excitement and grinned.


    "Very good, Miss bazaar, but you''re too anxious. Risking to save you is the most impulsive thing I''ve ever done in my life. I''m not a knight who values honor more than life. I''m just a businessman. I''ll consider your reward carefully, but don''t expect me to kneel down and swear allegiance to you."


    Bazaar nodded disappointed. After a long silence, she suddenly remembered her maid.


    "Where''s Issa? She was taken away by the savage TUTA. She... Will she die?"


    "Who knows, after being played by Mongo TUTA, by the wild people leaders, and then by the blood alliance guards," elif frowned.


    More than once during this time, he heard the savage leaders shouting to play with the well-dressed miss Bilson.


    Basha''s heart tightened. After a moment of silence, she said aloud, "can you save her... I mean, don''t let her be humiliated by the wild people, so that she can die quickly."


    "You want to kill her?" elif looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.


    Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the tearful face was still pitiful, sad and helpless.


    "She will reveal my identity." elif''s surprised eyes made her feel guilty. Her eyes dodged and stressed, "she was my maid. Her life belongs to the Bilson family. It''s also right to die for me. If she tells me my identity, you will be in danger!"


    "Since she is willing to risk exchanging identity with you, will Tao betray you?"


    With her head down, bazaar hesitated and said, "that... That''s what I forced her to do."


    "Damn it!" elif rubbed up, and the oil lamp on the table was almost extinguished.


    "Will she betray you!" he stepped forward and the shadow shrouded Basha on the bed. "Don''t hide it from me, or we''ll all die!"


    "I, I don''t know," said bazaar, frightened by his reaction. "I promised her a piece of fertile land and gold coins, made her a Dame and set her free. She agreed, I promise!"


    "I agreed under your coercion!" shrieked elif.


    "She, she''s a little scared. I''m worried, so..."


    "Stop talking!" elif interrupted the hesitant bazaar and paced back and forth in the accounting room.


    Nervously looking at elif walking around in front of her, Basha carefully asked, "will... Will there be trouble? The wild people can''t understand what she said. Should there be no trouble..."


    "Should?!" elif stopped and stared at her. "Then you let me find a way to kill her!"


    "So... What should we do?" she raised her head, and bazaar looked at him prayingly.


    She really regretted that if she had known what would happen, she should have been friendly to Issa and treated her like her own sister.


    "It''s too late to say anything. I can''t send someone to kill her." elif sat down again dejectedly.


    When he saw the two people who exchanged identities being escorted to the stage that day, he thought it was a moving story of loyal servants and saviors. Unexpectedly, the real reason was this!


    force! Really worthy of being a noble, he thought sarcastically that even an ignorant girl in his eyes could easily do such a thing.


    Looking at the winding legs, wrapped in a black animal skin blanket, hanging his head and looking at bazaar at a loss, elif looked up at the top of the tent, spit out a turbid breath in an upset tone and said helplessly: "wait, I''ll find a chance to see her. I hope the conditions you promised are useful."


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