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At the end of the ninth month of the Great God Month, that is, in the nineteenth month of the Lesser Month, the rainy season officially ends.

The candidate to go to the center has also been decided, and the duke will not go there himself, but his sincerity is entrusted to his two sons.

Diffonor and Dino were in charge of bringing their desire to marriage, and the retainers, including Moshi and Shekha Hawthorn (both of whom were requested by Dino), were five people, one of whom was a retainer with the title of Earl, who was a cousin of the Duke of Firefinch, but changed his surname to "Chiling" because he was more than two generations away.

And, Dia Firefinch.

When he learned that she would also go to the Central Royal City, Mo Shi's surprise and confusion were obviously exaggerated on his face.

And the person who informed him about it was, of course, Sheka Hawthorn.

"Uh...... There's nothing strange about that. "Miss Dia's fiancé is so young, you know, the Crow is only nine and a half years old. And until then, it would have been appropriate for her to go to the royal city and plead for the position of a queen's maid. The Duke also wanted her to learn more about the rules of the court. ”

"Okay, okay. ”

"I don't think she's going to make things difficult for you. After all, you didn't do anything wrong. ”

"I'm not...... Not so worried about this. ”

"And what are you worried about?"

"I can't tell. ”

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The journey began.

For Duna Donga, it was a test of whether she was "a proper personal servant."

She is twenty-four years old, a few years away from adulthood. But she is very capable and knows how to endure hardships, and knows how to be loyal and patient more than most maids born in aristocratic castles.

She didn't know what kind of person she was, but as long as she decided on something, she would do it and do her best. This includes giving the right amount of returns.

Mr. Moshi is the object of her kindness.

And she had the privilege of being his personal servant, so now her goal was clear and clear: to become a dedicated maid.

She didn't quite understand what to do to be "best", so she studied hard. She asks the other servants of the Red Sand Castle to see what they do, and then tries to do it.

It would have been better if Moshi had told her what he needed, but he always said nothing, as if he really didn't need anything (but that was impossible, there was not a single Heyal who didn't need a servant.) Otherwise, why would there be hundreds of servants in the Duke's castle?).

And her master, her poor master, was frail and sickly, and was constantly suffering misfortunes.

Although she didn't understand what Mo Shi was going through, she knew that this time she went to the Central Royal City—the Central City, a distant city that seemed to exist only in a story, and she inevitably had many fantasies about it, thinking that it was so crowded and magnificent—but she knew that her master was not happy, even frightened.

Some nights he would wake up suddenly. She knew that the Hyal people would not sleep well in the makeshift tent, but she also knew that he had woken up from a nightmare. And she slept close to the curtain, using her body against the wind blowing in, and whenever her master woke up, she pretended to be asleep, but deliberately turned it around to make sure that she pressed the curtain strong enough.

Sometimes he woke up very early and couldn't sleep. At this time, if she lights up the lamp and gets a little wine from the dining car, he will talk to her very gently.

Mo Shi was the gentlest of the men Duna knew.

He was even more gentle than her father (which she guessed was rare given that his father was always criticized by the villagers for being cowardly and incompetent).

Mo Shi spoke in a very light and clear tone, without pretending to be low.

Perhaps because of his amnesia, he doesn't like to talk about it, but likes to listen.

She doesn't find her story interesting or new, living in a small village on the western border, struggling to make ends meet.

"So, that guinea pig doesn't bite, does it?" The smile on Mo Shi's face was very warm under the candlelight, and he seemed very interested in the livestock.

"If they knew you were going to kill them, the little ones would bite too," said Duna, "but they wouldn't run away, and the guinea pigs would just start digging and clump together when they felt the danger." But I knew how to lift them up without getting bitten, and I was able to grab them quickly and accurately at the back of their necks each time, and then, the moment they raised their heads, I slashed them deep enough – a ...... that Duber hadn't mastered."

The girl was a little homesick, and Mo Shi clearly saw this.

"When do you think, when will it ......" Moshi paused, pausing.

"What's wrong, Mr. Moshi?"

"No, nothing. He smiled and turned back to the original topic, "Duna, do you think there will be those hot fat guinea pigs in the center as well?"

"Of course there is—ah, I don't know, actually. But there should be, right? If you don't eat them, what do you eat?"

Mo Shi laughed, thinking that the girl was cute like this.

He looked at the candle flames, the oil of which smelled of burnt animal fat.

"Lord Moshi. The girl called him suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

He looked up and saw that the girl was suddenly sitting upright, and her meek brown eyes were wide open.

"Even if you can't get a position in the court, and the Firesparrow Lords won't accept you anymore, don't worry. Duna said earnestly, "I'll take care of you." You see, I can raise guinea pigs and chop wood, and if anyone is willing to teach me, I'm sure I'll be able to learn to hunt—"

Mo Shi laughed.

If the girl had a face, she would probably have blushed, and she shook her ears.

Mo Shi laughed for a while before he gasped for breath, and at the same time, he couldn't laugh too loudly (it wasn't dawn yet), so it seemed very hard.

"Ahem......" he coughed lowly, then said with a smile, "You're still a child, how embarrassed am I to let you take care of me." ”

"I am indeed young," protested Duna, "but when it comes to ordinary life, I must know more than you!

She stopped abruptly and lowered her ears.

"I'm sorry, my lord, for saying these offensive words......"

"No, you're right. Duna, you're right. Mo Shi shook his head, "I don't even dare to imagine if I would be able to live a normal life without your care." ”

But without me, you will still be able to live well and return to your hometown with a proper name.

- Because Mo Shi thought so, he didn't say what he wanted to say before: When will you go home.

He thought that it would not be too late to speak when he entered the royal city to meet the king and when the dust had settled.

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In the wee hours of the morning, Duna went to the river to wash the flasks and laundry - his master was very hygienic, at first even to the extent that Duna could not comprehend, but now because the conditions did not allow it, he had to reduce the change of clothes.

She was scrubbing a muddy coat when someone walked up to her.

In her spare eye, she saw crimson roses embroidered on her long dress—

She is Miss Dia's maid.

She carried a wooden basin with strips of cloth in it. Duna smelled a faint smell of blood, with obvious unique attributes, like a light flower. This is......

The maid crouched down four or five paces away from Duna and washed the strips of cloth. Seems detached.

Du Na fully understood, after all, she was the lady-in-waiting of the eldest duke, and she even spoke with a border accent.

But she just wanted to talk to someone today—perhaps because she had been questioned by Mr. Moshi before.

She crouched and moved a little over there like a crab.

"Today's weather ...... Pretty good, isn't it? As she spoke, she remembered to look up at the horizon, where the sun had not yet appeared, but only glowing white and red. It's true that there aren't many clouds, though.

But the maid did not answer, or even look up at her.

Duna looked at her and noticed that she was beautiful. The snout shape is soft and slender, and the eyes are beautiful and bright.

"Well, my name is Duna, Duna Dongge. How boring is the road, maybe we can do some work together once in a while, wash things or something? I've heard that there are herds of beasts in the fields around here, and it's not safe. ”

Finally, the maid turned her head to look at Duna.

"My name is Lina. She whispered. "But I'm not going to do things with you." I'm going to take care of Miss. ”

Duna didn't care very much, she continued to rub her clothes: "Our names are very similar, both mean flowers. I find that the ladies don't seem to like these names, because the pronunciation of 'na' is too common and cheesy?"

She talked to herself, not caring if the other party listened or not.

And the maid named Lina didn't go away either.

The sky gradually brightened, dyed a beautiful rose red with the morning sun. Duna loves the color, and she's heard that such a sky means luck.