Early in the morning, with the help of the timer wake-up clock invented by his master, Delo Lisy got up at five o'clock on time, although she was still a little sleepy at this time, but as a slave, she did not have the right to sleep, so after getting up at the regular time, Delo Lisy got up from the bed, yawned, and began her new day's work.

To be honest, although the current life is simply the gap between the kingdom of God and the underworld compared to the past, but at least I can live a fairly normal life, three meals and one night, I can take a bath, and there is room for my own reading, and the most important thing is that the male owner doesn't seem to be interested in himself, and he has never even shown an attitude of violating himself.

As a traditional British woman, she can accept sleeping with her master, of course, even if she doesn't accept it, it is useless, slaves have no rights, what she is afraid of is that her master is a pervert.

When she was a nobleman, there were many such people among her business partners, and her biggest hobby was to abuse her slaves, and some of them were more perverted and liked to exchange slaves to abuse each other, but after living with Don Quixote for more than two months, she found that her worries were superfluous, and the male owner was very good except for being cold and not talking much in front of him. However, the hostess was more kind, and often gave herself a lot of practical things, such as the padded jacket she was wearing now, which was newly bought for her by the hostess some time ago.

"Ha~" After walking out of the villa, Delo Lisi sighed softly in his hand, today's sky is extremely gloomy, the temperature outside is very low, in Lisi's opinion, it is very likely to snow.

"Squeak~" gently closed the door, Lisi carried the basket and planned to go to the nearby small trading market to buy some fresh ingredients to make breakfast.

But the problem is that her master is a mage, and the mage also wears a collar around her neck, and Don Quixote told her that if she leaves the villa for more than a day, or forcibly does something to it, it will explode, and as for the power, when Delo Lisy saw an identical collar blow up a stone as thick as her own neck, she didn't even have the last trace of luck in her heart.

The streets were deserted in the early morning, and there were probably no pedestrians in winter, but Delo Lisy found that he had encountered several more patrolling soldiers along the way, and one of them even came to check his basket, which made Lis, who was a merchant, feel a little unusual.

Normally, the guards of the outer city can't be so strict, so the only reason is what happened, thinking of the recent incident of the old king's serious illness, Lisi thinks that the last possible thing is that the old king is dead.

Of course, this has nothing to do with her, and analyzing this matter is just an instinct of being a businessman, such as the death of the king will have an impact on those goods, and the price fluctuations that may be caused by it, thinking of this, Lis, who returned from shopping for vegetables, smiled helplessly, and then walked quickly in the direction of the villa, because the master's breakfast has not yet been cooked

The palace of the Char Empire was silent, although the news that the king had died had not yet spread to the outside world, but the people in the palace basically already knew it, and at this time everything had to be done carefully, for fear of something wrong and being punished, in fact, the moment Jack stopped breathing, the soul of the ancestor appeared, and the return to the arms of the ancestor that Jack was looking forward to happened almost at the same time, of course, the reason why the soul of the ancestor was so anxious was naturally the basic rules of the world of Faeron, The soul cannot exist in the world for long.

The so-called return to the arms of the ancestors does not mean that Jack's soul will also become a part of the ancestors, in that case, so many imperial princes, it is estimated that the soul of this ancestor has long been schizophrenic because of countless different opinions, and after the soul of the ancestor devoured Jack's soul, Jack's soul really disappeared, leaving only memories and his beliefs.

The function of memory is to make the soul of the ancestors more knowledgeable, of course, this is dispensable, the most important thing is faith, every qualified king, prince, they have a heart to protect the Char Empire, this belief is to ensure the power of the soul of the ancestors, the purer the faith, the more stable the soul of the ancestors, in the final analysis, it is just a mutated soul attached to the magic array.

At this time, Jack's body was lying quietly in the gorgeous and noble coffin, because of the protection of the magic of the ancestors' souls, it still looked like it was alive, but it was just no breathing, and around the coffin there were seven people kneeling, there were men and women, old and young, and the seven of them were naturally the princes of Char's seven states, even if their hearts had long wished that Jack was dead, but they still had to kneel in front of this king, this is the rule.

Then the soul of the ancestor slowly appeared in the mourning hall, glanced at the seven people, except for Jack's daughter's face with a trace of sadness, the other people were expressionless, of course, it didn't mind, the most ruthless emperor family this truth, it took more than a thousand years to witness, the soul of the ancestor knew very well, if there was an accident, the world's most powerful country would fall apart in an instant

"Jack has returned," the Ancestral Soul said lightly, "According to the tradition left by our founding king, his body will be placed here for seven days, and Qin will be responsible for keeping the spirit, and after seven days, he will be buried in the royal tomb, and then I will elect a new king, and also, about Jack's death, you will inform the world through your respective forces!." ”

"Yes, Ancestor. After kneeling and buttoning their heads, the princes got up one after another and left the mourning hall.

And Char Jean, who is the mausoleum keeper, is still kneeling there, when everyone is gone, the tears that she has endured for a long time in her eyes finally flowed out, Jack has lived too long, resulting in the age gap between Jean, Jack's last daughter and his previous children and grandchildren, and because Jack has made her the new prince, Jean and Jack's other children have an estranged and cold relationship, it can be said that Jack is her only relative in this cold imperial family, so her sadness at this moment is by no means pretended.

"Char Jack Slovakia, King of Peace, returns to the bosom of his ancestors!"

Under the instruction of the soul of the ancestors, the news of Jack's death spread throughout Char in just one day, and then spread to most corners of the world through the newspapers of the Harpists League, which is absolutely a big news, Jack's reign of more than 100 years, Char has never had a war, and has never taken the initiative to invade other countries, so after his death, he was posthumously named the King of Peace, as for the posthumous person of this title, it is naturally the Harpist League that has influence all over the world.

Don Quixote casually flipped through the newspaper a few times and put it on the coffee table, this newspaper was bought by his slave Lis, just like the result of Lis's guess, the next day the matter almost spread all over the continent, so she specially bought a newspaper for her master, after all, in the past two months, under the fact that Don Quixote did not deliberately conceal it, she also learned some things, such as that her master was actually a mercenary of the prince of Orinoke.

"Lise!" Don Quixote, who was in the living room on the first floor, shouted softly.

"Master, what do you command?" After a busy morning, Lis, who was resting in her room, heard Don Quixote's cry, and hurriedly put on her coat and went to the living room.

"There is no need to clean the villa today, I will drive a carriage to the big market to buy more food, wheat, water and wheat, and then don't go out without my order."

"Yes, master." Lisi bowed slightly, picked up a bag of gold coins on the table, and turned to leave the villa.

"Why do you wake up so early?" Soon after Liz went out, Kyle walked down in his nightgown, and yawned a few times from time to time, since buying this slave, Kyle has become more and more like a hostess, and basically has lived a meal to open his mouth, clothes to stretch his hands.

"Smack~" Kyle sat next to Don Quixote, lying on his lap with a crooked body, one hand still touching Don Quixote's beardless chin, "It just so happens that she hasn't woken up yet, and she heard what you said again, is the organization going to start acting?"

Apparently this is the sane Kyle, Don Quixote stretched out his hand and pointed to the newspaper on the table, "The news of the king's death has basically spread, but it is not certain that the guy will choose when to do it, after all, I have only been in contact with him once, and I don't know his habits."

"My dear, you said that guy first provoked the almost invincible true god, and then wanted to attack the world's number one Char Empire, and provoked so many enemies at the same time, what did he want to do?"

"What to do" Don Quixote folded the newspaper in his hand into a paper airplane, and gently threw it at the trash can placed in the corner of the living room, with the help of wind spells, the paper airplane fell into the trash can, "If I stand in his position and let me have a certain amount of reliance to overthrow the theocracy, the first step I have to do is to turn this world into purgatory"

"Buy more food, because you are worried that you will not be able to buy it later, don't go out, just for fear of danger, then that is to say, one day in the future, ** will be in turmoil, and, as a powerful mage, you can imagine the scale of this turmoil," Lisi, who was driving the carriage, squinted her eyes slightly, and instinctively analyzed these, "If you hoard a lot of food at this time"

Lisi shook her head with a smile, obviously laughing at her occupational illness again

The market in the morning is the most noisy time, in Chinese idioms to describe it is shoulder to shoulder, but fortunately, the roads of the Char Empire are wide enough, otherwise, Lisi really can't drive the carriage to those shops that she carefully selected, as a businessman, she really knows too much about the cats of those shops, she knows very well where and when she can buy the best quality ingredients with the least money, "Mr. Ivan, this time there are more things to buy, You may have to ask your workers to help carry it to the wagon."

"Haha, no problem, I don't know what Miss Lisi is going to buy this time?" A middle-aged uncle who looked to be in his forties laughed a few times, of course, if you are deceived by his arrogant appearance, then you can cry, in Lisi's opinion, this is definitely a cunning businessman, not much worse than his past self!

"Three bags of ground wheat flour and peeled wheat, one hundred catties of fresh pige leg meat, and these," said Lis, pointing to some of the vegetables and seasonings that her owner liked to eat at the stall, "Buy ten catties of each of these vegetables, and one pack of seasonings, well, and"

Lis, who was standing next to the carriage, looked at the porters listing the ingredients on the carriage, she felt a trace of illusion, she seemed to have returned to the past, bargaining every day, just to earn more gold coins, although very tired, but the life was very happy, but unfortunately her husband took a wrong step and affected the whole family

"Huh?" Glancing over, Liz spotted a suspicious fellow, glazed over, looking out of place with the people around her, as if she was looking for something, and her first thought was that it was a thief, but the thief didn't carry such a large backpack.

At this time, the man seemed to have decided something, surrounded by the bustling crowd, put the backpack on the ground, then gently pulled the backpack open, then knelt on the ground, folded his hands, muttered a few words in his mouth, and then put his hand into the backpack under the eyes of some surprise.

(To be continued)