Should I raise you too?

It would be nice to live in this beautiful city with my husband after the colonists are driven out and the work of the insurgents is over.

Chapter 166 It's All Elisa's Fault

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Mabel huddled under the covers, glancing briefly at the photos Mr. Simon had just sent on the screen. The photos didn't show Mr. Simon, only three ladies and a doll.

The red-haired girl sat up abruptly from the bed and stared wide-eyed at the photograph.

Late at night, a lone man and three women—is Mr. Simon hosting a disreputable party? And what are those dolls for? Are they for the ladies to play the roles of little girls?

Mabel zoomed in on the photo, carefully scanning the faces of the three women, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out they weren't three indecent ladies, but Eve and Maria, and the other one should be Elsie; they were three maids.

Since they are three familiar maids, there is no possibility of them having an inappropriate party. If Mr. Simon wanted to, he would have done so long ago.

Mabel rolled over and lay face down on the bed. It was cold, so she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and scrolled through the photos, examining the details.

This is the first time Mr. Simon has sent such down-to-earth photos, which is a perfect opportunity to peek into Mr. Simon's daily life.

After looking around at the furnishings in the photos, Mabel then looked at the three maids, or rather, the three ladies, especially Eve and Maria.

Miss Eve and Ms. Maria looked beautiful in their dresses, a different style from the maid's dress. Mr. Simon is really something; even I have never made such a request of a maid. To some old-fashioned people, this would be considered outrageous.

Mabel added this photo to her album and gave it the subtitle "Maids in Western Skirts".

She turned off the photo and pondered how to reply to Mr. Simon.

She pointed the camera at herself and took a picture. On the bed, the blanket was rolled up into a long strip, and Miss Mabel's head was the only part of her head showing.

She named the photo "Frozen into a Caterpillar," and was about to click send when she thought about it and stopped.

She threw off the covers, quickly put on her clothes in the cold air, and called for the maid outside.

The maid entered the room and bowed to her: "Miss."

“Take it off.” Mabel went straight to the point.

Under the maid's incredulous gaze, she picked up one of her own outfits and threw it at her: "Hurry up, wear this, and give me the maid dress!"

Among Miss Mabel's many requests, this one was particularly absurd and unconventional. The maid was too frightened to move, so Mabel had to do it herself.

The maid's figure was similar to Mabel's. After taking the photos and sending them, she didn't take them off immediately. Instead, she admired her maid version of herself in the camera lens and asked about Elisa's situation.

The maid, who wasn't wearing a maid's dress, replied, "I was just about to tell you, Miss, tomorrow morning. Miss Elisa sent word that she's already in the mist and is expected to return in about two weeks."

Mabel paused, turning her head to look in the direction of the southern continent.

Has Elisa already entered the Sea of ​​Mist?

After dismissing the maid, Mabel opened the closet, which was filled with statues of various gods, including the sea god.

She prayed for Elisa and Simon in front of many statues.

……

The Sage of the Moon is named Lillian. She is the most senior demigod in the archipelago and the shadow controller of the archipelago.

Lillian has distinctive long purple hair, hence she is also known as the Purple Moon Witch.

Only Elisa accompanied Lillian on this trip to the Southern Continent.

They are the pathfinders. Once they successfully cross the Sea of ​​Mist, Lillian will send a message to allow the following teams to proceed.

This trek is expected to take four or five days. Navigating through the sea of ​​mist is a difficult task, and extensive calculations are required to determine a safe route.

Lillian had originally anticipated a longer timeframe, but Elisa's efforts significantly shortened it.

Elisa held up a white astrolabe, with a piece of parchment and a mechanical pencil floating beside her. The pencil quickly wrote calculation formulas on the parchment.

Upon entering the Misty Sea, Elisa was in high spirits. The thought of soon reaching the Southern Continent and arresting the male servants to ravage her filled her with excitement, and her work efficiency increased dramatically.

“…This way!” Elisa completed another calculation and moved towards the route she had derived.

She floated in the air, parted the mist, and sped forward.

Just two seconds after taking off, Elisa felt the mist around her change. She vaguely saw the houses of the royal capital, the dilapidated streets, and the desperate people.

Lillian grabbed her: "You're wrong."

Elisa pulled herself out of the misty scene, feeling as if a small part of her "spirituality" had been drained away, and looked in surprise and doubt in the direction of the mist.

"What was that just now?" Elisa asked the teacher.

“It’s another world,” Lillian replied. “Your calculations are correct; my data is wrong. Don’t trust me so much next time. You’re a queen now, and you’re still so naive.”

Elisa fell silent for a moment. What do you mean, "Don't trust you so much"? Your data is wrong, and you're blaming me for being naive?

If it weren't for needing you for this trip, and if it weren't for my guilty conscience, I would definitely have a good talk with this unscrupulous teacher!

Hehe, after all this, I feel much more at ease. Once we get to the Southern Continent, don't blame me for running away!

You can only blame yourself for being too naive, teacher, for actually believing me, a politician queen!

At most, I can lend you the "Fire Stealer" to help you when you leave.

It would be even better if we didn't have to evacuate; weakening the Church of Holy Light would also be good for the kingdom.

Lillian reported another series of observational figures, and Elisa used the astrolabe to calculate the new route.

This time, she didn't move forward, but turned to look at the teacher's purple eyes.

Lillian moved forward, heading down that route, with Elisa following behind her.

Moments later, the phantoms of the "Fire Stealer" and the purple full moon appeared in the mist, and Lillian and Elisa quickly retreated.

"What is that? What exactly is this fog?!" Elisa was still in shock.

They had just arrived in a sea of ​​blood, and the blood and death energy in the thick fog instantly drained her spiritual energy.

Lillian's chest heaved violently, equally shocked: "This place leads to the depths of the spirit world, a point where time and space intersect, so it may lead to lost spatial rifts, to other timelines, or even to the divine kingdom of gods."

"A divine kingdom!?" Elisa looked back in the direction she had just come from. If that sea of ​​blood and deathly aura was the divine kingdom of some evil god, it would be reasonable for it to instantly drain her spirituality.

Speaking of which, what kind of evil god's world is the divine kingdom composed of a sea of ​​blood and death energy?

Without further thought, Elisa asked the more crucial question: "Where did we go wrong just now?"

Lillian paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know either."

For a moment, Elisa had an urge to just run away.

So your method is completely unreliable! No wonder you didn't bring anyone else, only me to scout the way!

The image of the male servant flashed through her mind. Elisa gritted her teeth, took out all the extraordinary items, fully armed herself, and continued on her way.

Chapter 167 Deep Sea Fish Spirit (bushi)

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Late at night, on her bed, Alysander suddenly turned her head and looked towards the direction of the Misty Sea.

"What's wrong, Lady Ari?" Elsie and the others looked at the Doll Queen.

They were chatting together in Alexandra's bedroom during the second part of the festival, while Simon went back to his own room.

“I felt like someone had circled around my house,” Alexandra frowned, somewhat confused. “But it was a little different; it wasn’t my current home.”

Elsie, Eve, and Maria exchanged glances, none of them knowing what Alysander was talking about.

“Forget about her,” Alexandra said, hands on her hips. “Let’s keep playing. I’ll be Simon, and who’s going to be Elisa?”

“I’ll do it!” Elsie volunteered.

Eve and Maria had mixed feelings, watching others play the roles of the current and former owners, which gave them a forbidden thrill.

“You’re not good enough.” Alexandra rejected Elsie and specifically requested Eve to play the role.

The ladies' cheerful voices drifted through the windows, mingling with the joyful sounds of Granville. In the town hall square, a large crowd gathered to enjoy the evening performances and soak up the festive atmosphere.

Eleanor couldn't find Simon in the crowd, and returned disappointed, clutching Evangeline.

Crossing a street, she came to the branch cathedral of the Holy Radiance Church. In front of the cathedral, a large tent was set up, and several priests and nuns were distributing oatmeal porridge.

Several priests and believers of the sea god are receiving porridge.

Wait, what do you mean by "a few priests and believers receiving porridge at the Holy Radiance Church"?

Eleanor couldn't help but take a second look, confirming that they were priests and believers of the Church of the Sea God.

The priests of the Church of the Sea God wear dark blue robes that are obviously old, making them easy for believers to identify. People from the Southern Continent who gather around the priests of the Church of the Sea God are definitely believers.

"Thank you for the blessings of the sea god." Father Victor and the others gathered together with the oatmeal and bread they had been given, and prayed to the sea god.

When they receive benefits from the Holy Radiance Church, it is a rare time when they think of the Sea God.

Since oatmeal and bread are a gift from the sea god, there's no need to thank the Holy Radiance Church or the colonists who invaded the southern continent and seized profits.

Father Victor and the congregation enjoyed their meal.

Every year during the Sea Exodus, they exploit the Holy Radiance Church in this way. The Sea Exodus is a festival of the sea god, which the Holy Radiance Church and the colonists shamelessly monopolize; they just collect some interest.

However, compared to the ravenous eating of the past, the priests and believers ate much more politely this year. What used to be two sips to finish a drink and one bite to finish a meal was now divided into ten or so bites.