Early in the morning, Aisha woke up from the pale yellow sunlight at six o'clock in the morning, washed her face with cold water, and then sat down at the dresser to analyze her situation: she had nothing but this house.

She did not receive the huge inheritance left by her lover, and after learning of Charles's death, his family bribed everyone and made all the doctors and nurses present at the time deny the will, so that the property belonged to Charles's brother according to the inheritance law.

In order to reduce the needless resistance of the Dryads, the Charles family, in the spirit of the hypocrisy peculiar to the upper class, left a villa for Aisha. Although the villa is worth a lot of money, it has now been mortgaged to pay for Marta's tuition fees, and if enough money is not raised, it will be auctioned.

Recently, the work has not been smooth, and the job of Youling is difficult to maintain without the support of the owner, and even John, who has always been like a pug, has returned to his arrogant attitude in the past.

But it's okay...... Aisha's dancing skills are very good, and her singing voice is also very beautiful, even without Charles's support, she can still earn a lot of money.

However, the income was too much to pay for the patriarch's loans, and he could not afford Marta's education.

She is now in dire need of money to pay for her daughter's school fees, and may have to find a part-time job. Like all newcomers to the work of the Elite Singer, ISA is deeply bound by the contract with the opera house, and cannot perform on stages and venues other than those stipulated in the contract.

So it stands to reason that the Dryad had to find other jobs, and she wasn't sure what she could do, except for singing and dancing, and perhaps only hunting and cooking, which were not worth mentioning in the eyes of humans.

Charles once joked that Aisha's cooking method is like making drugs, which normal people can't enjoy at all.

But in any case, money is a must. I can only take a risk...... For Marta!

Aisha silently raised her head and glanced at Charles's portrait, his smile was full of confidence and contagiousness, and in a trance, every bit of time between the two of them became a good memory.

"I'm out...... My dear. ”

She responded with a sweet smile and got up to leave the house.

Facing the wide straight road with heavy traffic. Miss Dryad realized that she didn't even know how to take a taxi, and that she had used to take Charles's private carriage, or John had found a transfer to pick her up.

Aisha stood by the flower bed on the side of the sidewalk, staring blankly at the oncoming traffic, hesitating to go to the middle of the road to intercept it. Fortunately, a sharp-eyed old coachman saw her and drove over to stop, otherwise there might be a lot of news.

"Beautiful young lady, do you want to get on the bus?"

Miss Dryad was simply grateful, and quickly said, "Yes. ”

The other person made a hook hand pose. Motioned for her to get into the car. After waiting for a while, I didn't see anyone getting into the car, and I couldn't help but feel strange. Looking back, the beautiful young lady was standing there stupidly, without the slightest intention of getting into the car.

The old coachman stuck out his head and asked suspiciously, "Miss, do you want to take the car?"

"I'm sorry!"

Aisha woke up from a dream and realized that the person who always opened the car door for her was no longer there. Suddenly blushing, he reached out to open the car door.

......

"Six soles. Thank you. ”

"Okay. ”

Miss Dryad hurriedly took out the coin from her handbag and handed it to the other party.

"Thank you for the ride. ”

The coachman smiled and took the fare, saluted her hat, and threw off the reins and left.

“......”

Aisha watched the other party put away the fare with peace of mind, and couldn't help but feel a sense of envy in her heart. It may be a kind of happiness to be able to live so easily.

After the carriage had completely disappeared from her view, she quickly withdrew her gaze and began to keep an eye on the shops on either side, counting the nameplates on them.

When Aisha followed the address in memory. When I walked to a sparsely populated demolition area, I found a familiar figure,

"Hey!"

John leaned in front of a half-collapsed wall, hands in his pockets, and greeted her.

Aisha wrapped a long scarf, covering most of her cheeks, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, and said coldly: "Shouldn't the address you said be a hotel?"

"I know. ”

The other party owes a debt and looks at her with an unscrupulous look: "But that was an opportunity a week ago, because you have been delaying for too long, and now the situation has changed." ”

Miss Dryad furrowed her eyebrows and asked hesitantly:

"What do you mean?"

"Quite simply, that hotel doesn't need your show anymore, and to be honest I don't want you to do that, after all, you often go out with Mr. Charles, and it's too dangerous to do such a thing. If you're not careful, you can lose your job at the opera house. ”

"But you promised me......"

"Miss Aisha, please be sensible, it's not my problem...... However, as it stands, there is no other way...... You just need to ......"

John walked up to the other as he spoke, smiled salivatingly, and stretched out his right hand to lift her scarf.

Miss Dryad then slapped away his groping hand and glared angrily:

"Mr. John, please respect yourself and be careful that I tell your lady that you harass me. ”

John folded his shoulders and said with a complacent expression:

"Please. ”

"You think I wouldn't dare do that?"

"That Bichi is only with me for money, and even if you tell him that I am harassing a man or an old woman, she won't say anything more - as long as I send money back regularly every month. ”

“......”

Aisha looked at each other with a look of disgust, looking at each other with a kind of trash look.

John straightened his shirt and said with a calm smile:

"Miss Aisha, since you came to Rosevia, you have lived a rich life with Mr. Charles, and you must not understand the hardships of a little person like me. Maybe I'm no different from a dog in your eyes, but don't forget, only this dog can help you right now. ”

Aisha was stunned for a moment, and then showed a weak look.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these useless things, let's talk about your work. ”

He took out a translucent glass box from his pocket and held it flat in front of the other party:

"It's a potion that makes people forget their troubles after taking it, and it's invaluable, and once you get contaminated with it, not to mention ordinary people, even knights with strong willpower will fall. ”

"What do you mean?"

Miss Dryad showed a panicked expression and subconsciously took half a step back.

"I'm working for the new owner now, but it's none of your business, and you don't need to know who the other person is. ”

John walked up to her, stuffed the glass box into the other party's hand, and said expressionlessly: "I want you to approach the governor of Celt, the superior knight who once appeared in Gaul, and gain his trust." ”

"I don't do this kind of work. ”

Aisha pushed open the glass box and flatly refused: "I'm just an ordinary tree elf Youling, how can I get close to that kind of big person." ”

"Expected rejection. ”

He smiled slightly, looked at the tree elf's forcibly calm gaze, and said slowly:

"Why don't you listen to the conditions first, my master has prepared five million soles for you, and at the same time, covers all of Marta's tuition. As long as you say yes, the money will arrive immediately. Moreover, after the deed is completed, there is a bounty of 10 million. ”

"What if I refuse?" she asked in a feeble tone.

"Believe me, my master's wealth is much higher than that of Mr. Charles, and it is only a matter of fingers to make you and your daughter live or die. ”

John looked at Miss Dryad's wavering expression and said in a relaxed tone:

"You don't have to worry so much at all, just try to get close to him as much as you can, and maybe you will never be able to wait for this medicine. ”

"What's the situation?"

An obscure glint flashed in his eyes, and he said quietly: "When that man defeated the Highland Kingdom and was about to take control of that country as a conqueror. ”

"But...... I can't help it...... How do I get close to him?"

Aisha's eyes flickered in a panic, and her mind was in chaos, and she said intermittently.

"Miss Aisha...... Have you forgotten?"

John shook his head pretendically, spread his hands, and said, "The lord has openly invited you to take refuge in Celt, and I think this promise is still valid. ”

"That lord is a good Samaritan...... How can I ...... How can you hurt him?" the tree elf trembled and held the glass box with both hands, and his thin lips trembled so that he couldn't close it.

"No one asks you to harm him, my master and I just want you to get close to him. ”

He saw that the other party had already taken the glass box, and immediately showed a satisfied smile: "Take it easy, maybe nothing will happen, when you come back, you will already be a multimillionaire." ”

“......”

The Dryad held the glass box with both hands, as if holding a bottle sealed with the devil, and after gasping for a while, he turned his eyes back to John:

"I ...... What should I do?"

......

On the outskirts of Gaul, the estate of redwoods.

On the semi-circular white balcony, the mysterious woman wore a purple-black tunic skirt, her hands on the armrests, and lay on a smooth chaise longue with her eyes closed, her long hair slightly raised by the afternoon evening breeze.

The reddish sunlight of the afternoon entered the room from her side, dragging a narrow black shadow.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of footsteps on the floor, and a beautiful maid in a milky white dress walked up to her and said in a respectful whisper:

"News came from John's side, and the dryad gave in. ”

"He's doing a great job. ”

She opened her eyes and looked at the red sunset in the distance, with a comfortable smile on her face: "...... One day, I'm going to make you lie at my feet like a dog and wag your tail and beg for mercy. (To be continued......)