Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 239 Harvesting grain, not a penny left

After dinner, the village chief came to the door.

Even after several days of contact, when a man suddenly appeared in sight, the atmosphere uncontrollably cooled down, and many people instinctively made a defensive posture.

The village chief didn't mind, and pretended he hadn't seen it. He stood at the door, looked around, and raised his voice slightly: "Everyone, there is something I want to tell you."

"Yesterday's grain truck encountered robbers, causing all the grain we sent out to be burned. Now we have to re-deliver grain to the military camp, and the grain truck was burned. We have to bear some unshirkable responsibilities, so we store it with

All the food brought for the winter must be handed over."

With every word he said, Felissa's brows furrowed even more. If the village chief's words were false, they were full of loopholes. If they were true, they would be completely unreasonable.

Not to mention anything else, just one point: What does the burning of the grain truck have to do with this village? Why should this village bear the responsibility?

There was more than one person who had the same idea as her, and someone soon questioned it, but the village chief calmly showed a notice. The content of the notice was exactly the same as what he just said, and the lower right corner of the notice was stamped with the seal of the City Lord's Palace.

, proving that this announcement is official.

The maids all came from the City Lord's Mansion, and were no strangers to the Chapter of the City Lord's Mansion. Coupled with their own backgrounds, they quickly concluded that this was true.

This was completely an outrageous and unreasonable request, and the maids were naturally unconvinced.

Although they don't like to do farm work, they often curse while doing it, but even if they don't want to do something, they will feel a sense of accomplishment when they see it completed, but the results of their hard work are burned down.

This subtle emotion was infinitely amplified under the current situation and brewed into anger.

"This is completely unreasonable..."

Once one person opened his mouth to criticize this decree, others naturally followed. They seemed to be the nobles of the past and had the qualifications to guide the country.

The village chief waited until they had vented their emotions and said slowly: "If you don't want to, you can go to the City Lord's Mansion to make suggestions. I believe the door of the City Lord's Mansion will be opened for you."

These words could probably be considered murderous. He knew what that place meant to these maids, but he still wanted to provoke them.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the maids who were originally excited became like sawed gourds and stopped talking.

It was a hell-like place, and no one wanted to go back.

Such cowardice turns their anger into a joke. Courage and insights are of no use if they only remain verbal.

Someone said anxiously: "Then what should we do in the future?"

They thought they had finally found a peaceful place. Although the daily farm work made them exhausted, after the tiring work, they just wanted to fall into a drowsy sleep, and they were too lazy to move their brains, even if there was a pillow under their bodies.

It's like uneven straw. As soon as you close your eyes, you instantly fall into a sweet sleep.

I still have nightmares, but they are much less frequent, and I can occasionally have a good night's sleep.

So even if they are tired, they don't want to lose their current life because they haven't found a better home yet, even though they are not satisfied with their current situation.

The village chief replied: "You can choose to leave or stay, we will not stop you, but after you stay, we will no longer provide you with food. You can choose to find your own way."

What can they do if they have to figure it out on their own? Now they can't even cook for themselves, let alone find food by themselves. They can't even tell what can and can't be eaten.

Felissa's eyes flashed, and she understood what the village chief meant, and reminded her in a low voice: "Although you don't know the ingredients, you know magic."

Karona's brain reacted faster after all: "You mean cooperation?"

"Yes," the village chief nodded, "there are a lot of wild fruits in the nearby mountains, but most of the wild fruits that are easy to pick have been picked. Only the ones growing on the cliffs are left. There are also prey on the mountains.

Because there are very ferocious beasts, we usually don’t go deep into the mountains and only circle around the outside of the mountains.”

If there are magicians, these problems will not be a problem. Magic can pick fruits that are beyond the reach of human beings, and magic has enough lethality when encountering beasts.

This seems to be a beneficial collaboration for both parties.

But now they don't dare to agree to anyone's request casually. They have already paid a heavy price once, and they can't help but think about what they should do if this is another scam?

They couldn't help but cast their eyes on Felissa, as if she were the only driftwood in the rapids, waiting for her to make a decision.

"Have you forgotten," Felicia held her forehead and sighed, "I am on the same side as them."

Although she gained their trust and dependence, Felissa's identity was Vincent's subordinate from the beginning, which was something they all knew.

This meant that she would never give advice no matter what. Felissa stood up and nodded to them: "Think about it carefully. Good night."

Then she walked out of the warehouse and closed the door thoughtfully.

It was destined to be a sleepless night, but unfortunately she would sleep well.

Felissa returned to her temporary residence and saw a thin old man squatting outside the house smoking a cigarette. When she came back, the old man stood up.

Felicia knew that she would not go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. She asked warily: "What's the matter with you?"

The village chief didn't mind Felissa's defensive attitude. He just said slowly: "I thought you would persuade them to agree."

"I won't persuade them," Felissa said calmly. "If they listen to my advice and regret it, they will only blame me."

Before today, she would have advised her. Just as she said to Karona before, she wanted to do what was best for them, so she would try her best to think about them. But the people she saw today made her no longer have such thoughts.

Idiots who still can't recognize the truth can only blame others and think they are superior. In fact, they don't understand that their lives are completely in the hands of others. Although Felissa is not afraid of them, in the end they can't find anything at all

They had no choice but to follow Vincent's customized script for them, but why should she talk so much.

"As long as you understand." The village chief seemed to be just here to confirm this. After taking a few steps, he turned around and said meaningfully: "Please don't cause that adult too much trouble."

That lord... Felissa frowned slightly. The village chief was admonishing or warning her. "That lord" should refer to Azarez. This sentence meant that she would give Azarez more

A lot of trouble?

Felissa laughed in anger. When had it been an outsider's turn to comment on the matter between her and Azarez?

"If he thinks that I have caused him trouble, he will tell me himself, and there is no need for you to make your own decisions here. Or..." Felicia narrowed her eyes slightly. Although her title is not high, she is, after all,

Born into a noble family, his aura no longer restrained and he pressed forward towards the village chief with full force, "Or do you think he still has to listen to your wishes in what he wants to do?"

This is to describe the village chief's good intentions as evil intentions, saying that he wants to control Azarez as a puppet.

(End of chapter)