Chapter 183: Maggie has a magician sister

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After lunch.

Maggie diligently cleared the dishes, her small frame bustling about like a busy little elf.

"Let me do it, Maggie. You should go take a nap. You have training with Lord Rom this afternoon. Remember to do well in your class," Mrs. Harriet liked little Maggie very much. Without a daughter of her own, she genuinely treated Maggie, who was boarding with them, as her own child.

Since Mrs. Harriet spoke too quickly, Maggie could only understand a few words like "nap," "Lord Rom," and "training" in Serpentese.

But she was clever and guessed the meaning of Mrs. Harriet's words. She replied in Serpentese, "Training with Lord Rom is easy. Maggie is happy, three meals! Flower Town, great!"

With gestures and words, they managed to communicate effectively.

Mrs. Harriet smiled, her eyes distant. "Flower Town wasn't always like this. Back then, we could only afford two meals a day, and during winter, just one. It was Lord Rom who brought everything, making Flower Town great. Now, we can have three meals a day."

In times of scarcity, two meals a day were the norm for commoners, while three meals were a luxury reserved for nobles.

When Maggie lived in the countryside of Eagle Kingdom, her family also had two meals a day. Coming to Flower Town meant having three meals a day, which felt like immense happiness to her.

She was still young and hadn't been assigned any farm work. Her daily routine consisted of training classes and embroidery lessons. The training classes taught basic physical exercises and combat techniques, while the embroidery classes invited dyers and spinners from among the serfs to teach dyeing and weaving skills.

Maggie studied diligently.

She knew that learning a skill was incredibly valuable. In her hometown, acquiring a skill required significant payment.

Compared to the uncertain prospect of developing mana through physical training, she preferred becoming a spinner.

After finishing her embroidery class and returning to Mrs. Harriet's home, dinner was just beginning. However, compared to usual, the atmosphere seemed somewhat solemn.

Mr. Harriet sat on a bench with a serious expression.

Their son and daughter-in-law, who had already moved out, had also come over.

Not until bread and seafood were served did Maggie learn from her sister-in-law's gestures that it was the anniversary of Mrs. Harriet's daughter's death.

Mrs. Harriet and her husband once had a little daughter who fell ill during winter and died three years ago, barely older than Maggie.

This was why they were willing to take Maggie in.

The next day, Mr. Harriet and his wife even invited Lord Grandet from town to their home. Through Grandet, they communicated, "Maggie, Mrs. Harriet hopes to form a contractual mother-daughter relationship with you."

"Oh..."

Caught off guard, Maggie stammered, unsure how to respond.

Old Grandet spoke gently, "What happened in the past is done. Now that you're in Flower Town and your family is gone, forming a contractual relationship with Mrs. Harriet would be beneficial. They can help redeem your serf contract and restore your free status."

This was a tremendous opportunity.

The Harriets ran the town's general store, ensuring they were well-off. Forming a contractual relationship with them promised Maggie a bright future.

Yet, she felt a vague resistance. "Lord Grandet, I have relatives... I have a sister."

Old Grandet frowned. He had reviewed Maggie's identity information and found no relatives among the serfs. According to her own account, her parents were killed by mercenaries.

"You have a sister? Where is she? Why didn't you mention her before?"

"I... My sister left home years ago. She said she would return after learning magic... She will come back for me."

Learning magic?

Could she have been chosen by some Master of Truth to become a magic apprentice?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he dismissed it. Even if Maggie's sister became a mage, finding her way to Coral Island from afar was nearly impossible.

Moreover,

she might have died in an explosion long ago. Mages often faced such dangers.

Assuming Maggie was shy or embarrassed, he suggested she think about it for a few days. The Harriets didn't press further, maintaining their usual atmosphere.

But Maggie couldn't shake her unease.

...

Meanwhile.

Thousands of miles away in Eagle Kingdom, war raged on.

Steel Ridge Kingdom invaded, forcing Eagle Kingdom into defense. Dragon knights roamed, supporting the battlefront. Meanwhile, in Eagle Kingdom's heartland, the armies of Sapphire Duke's realm swept through coastal castles, plundering wealth and resources.

Amidst this chaos, a warship bearing the red tulip flag slowly approached the harbor. The lighthouse also flew the red tulip flag.

Needless to say,

this was the stronghold of the Tulip Family along Eagle Kingdom's coastline.

Servants of the Tulip Family had already met with the ship's crew to sort the goods, all specialties from Sapphire Duke's realm. War and robbery continued alongside trade and smuggling, without interruption. The entire harbor bustled with people loading, unloading, and transporting goods.

"Is this a Tulip Family ship?" asked a veiled female mercenary in a dilapidated tavern near the dock, holding a cup and gazing out the window.

She spoke in Windese.

Across from her sat a shifty-eyed man, leering at the mercenary's chest, squeezed tightly by her leather armor, and replied lewdly, "Of course. This dock and most of the surrounding castles are now under the control of Saint Swordsman Lee William. The red tulip has become a nightmare for many nobles."

"Does Lee William's fleet engage in slave trading?"

"Hehe, the Sapphire People are all slave traders; it would be strange if they weren't trading slaves."

"When will the fleet return?"

"It depends on how fast your mercenaries can capture the slaves. If you're quick, perhaps they might transport a batch of slaves back this month."

"The reward for you." The female mercenary flicked her finger lightly, and a shiny silver coin spun through the air before landing on the table.

She left without looking back.

The shifty-eyed man immediately grabbed the silver coin, licked his lips, greedily picked it up, held it in his palm, and grinned widely. "If you need any more information, Mercenary, just come to the Old Ford Tavern and look for me, Three-Ears Jingle... Hey, where did she go?"

When he looked up, the female mercenary was nowhere to be seen in the tavern.

But he didn't mind. He proudly stroked the silver coin in his hand. A few words had earned him a silver coin—a good deal indeed.