Should I raise you too?

Especially those fat sheep who look like rich young ladies!

“Is that so?” Mabel sighed. “Then let’s just wander around the perimeter and not go in.”

Simon turned his face away; the phrase was too classic, reminding him of something unpleasant.

As expected of the three sisters who are the main characters in the story, Miss Mabel is really something.

Of the three sisters, besides Mabel and Elisa, there is also Eleanor.

Of the three, the red-haired Miss Mabel was responsible for coming up with ideas on the spur of the moment, the black-haired Miss Eleanor was responsible for having a flash of inspiration, and the poor Miss Elisa was responsible for cleaning up the mess.

Miss Eleanor was not directly involved in this plot, but she had an indirect influence.

“Elisa, will you come with me? Eleanor said she’s seen the poor, and I don’t want to lose to her!” Mabel pulled Elisa’s arm and shook it gently. “Really, I just want to see!”

Elisa hesitated for a moment, then thought this was a good opportunity to get closer to Mabel.

She agreed: "I'll just walk around outside! I absolutely cannot go inside!"

Mabel smiled and turned to Simon: "Go wherever you like and Julia will reimburse you for everything!"

She didn't want to bring Simon along.

Just like her A-size figure, Miss Mabel was still a child, had no interest in men, and only liked to play with her girlfriends.

Normally, Simon wouldn't refuse this paid vacation offer, but not this time.

“I’ve been to the East End, so I can be Miss Mabel’s guide,” he suggested softly.

Mabel blinked, hesitating.

“Eve can’t drive, so hiring a carriage would be a bit inconvenient,” Simon added.

Mabel reluctantly agreed.

The carriage stopped at the alley entrance. The two young ladies and their maid got in, Simon cracked his whip, and the wheels rolled across the cobblestone road, speeding towards the East District.

Inside the carriage, Elisa marveled at the role of the male servant.

I used to think he was always slacking off, but I never expected him to actually step up when there was something to do!

Perhaps the servants were unwilling to do the tasks in the past because they were too trivial and meaningless. But when they are truly needed, they will step forward!

Just like those who dedicate themselves silently!

Elisa was somewhat moved and pondered whether to give the male servant a raise when the light screen suddenly reacted.

"Intimacy +3"

I haven't even mentioned a raise yet, and you've suddenly increased our intimacy level!

Elisa opened "Simon's Log" with a delighted look.

Simon decided to cultivate a closer relationship with Miss Mabel in preparation for a possible job change.

"Miss Elisa seems to have designs on him; in contrast, Miss Mabel, who dislikes male servants, is reassuring."

A pang of guilt rose in his heart towards Miss Elisa.

Elisa clenched her fists.

So that's why you increased our intimacy level, because you felt bad about me!

You damn male servant! If you know you're sorry, don't do things like this! What's with increasing my intimacy level afterward?! Are you my cheating wife?!

And who's got designs on you?! I have absolutely no interest in you!

Elisa suppressed the urge to punch through the carriage and twist off the servant's head, and talked to Mabel.

She didn't know much about the poor in the East District or the capital, but she had seen many poor people from the archipelago.

Mabel was indeed interested in the topic; however, the noblewoman seemed somewhat distracted, frequently opening the small window to look outside.

Elisa didn't care; seeing it with her own eyes was far more tempting than words.

“Miss Elisa, Miss Mabel, we’re almost there,” Simon’s voice came from ahead.

Meanwhile, new sentences appeared in "Simon's Journal".

Simon slowly brought the carriage to a stop, hesitating whether to remind Miss Elisa. He thought to himself, "The beautiful and intelligent Miss Elisa must already know about this and have made her decision."

'Beautiful and intelligent Miss Elisa!' Elisa saw the words at a glance and felt delighted.

This male servant actually praised me! And not only for my beauty, but also for my intelligence!

You have excellent taste! That's right, I am the beautiful and intelligent Miss Elisa!

After a moment of self-admiration, Elisa finally noticed other words.

A 'reminder'? A reminder about what? And what does 'Miss Elisa must already know about this' mean?

As Elisa was pondering this, she felt the jolting in the carriage stop, and the carriage came to a complete halt.

Then she saw Mabel across from her leap up, rush out of the carriage, and head towards the streets of the East End.

Elisa instinctively tried to use a spell to stop her, but her reason stopped her in time. This brief hesitation allowed Mabel to reach the entrance to the East District.

No! You clearly said you would only walk around outside and not go inside!

As an adventurer, Elisa had seen many liars, but she never expected that Mabel, a noblewoman, would lie to her and actually dare to head to the East District alone!

The maid Eve was stunned and turned to look at Elisa: "Miss, Miss Mabel has run inside!"

“Don’t panic,” Simon said with a smile. “The young lady expected this.”

No, I didn't expect that!

Elisa felt deeply ashamed in the face of Eve's admiring gaze.

I am not the beautiful and intelligent Miss Elisa at all; I am just a curly-haired baboon!

Elisa quickly ended her self-reflection and made a judgment.

Since things have come to this, let's go shopping with her.

Anyway, safety is not a problem. Ha, I am the renowned "Crimson Scholar" in the archipelago. How could a mere slum threaten me?

As long as I don't use too much power, the blood magic is hard to detect. Besides the magic, my "fighting" is also quite formidable!

Thinking about it this way, it would be best if two clueless guys came along so I could show off my skills in front of Mabel and play the hero to save the damsel in distress. Mabel's affection for me would definitely skyrocket!

With the support of the Baron Percy family, my great cause can take a giant leap forward!

With this in mind, Miss Elisa felt confident.

She shook her head demurely and sighed gracefully, "Never mind, let's go in too."

Mabel's conquest plan is in full swing!

Chapter 16 This is my target for conquest!

Simon settled the carriage and, together with Elisa and Eve, entered the alleys of the East End.

Miss Mabel waved to them.

“Miss Mabel, this is too dangerous!” Elisa said seriously to Mabel.

“Just call me Mabel, no need to call me Miss,” Mabel said, taking Elisa’s hand. “If you hadn’t come, I would have just looked around here and gone back, but you’re here now.”

Mabel smiled slyly.

Elisa sighed, feigning helplessness: "We only travel around the outskirts."

“Okay,” Mabel agreed.

Elisa looked at Simon, who stepped forward to lead the way for the two young ladies.

Before the journey began, Miss Mabel was radiant, looking around curiously. But soon after the journey started, the curiosity and excitement on the noblewoman's face turned into unease and panic.

Mabel tightened her grip on Elisa's arm, gazing at the dirty, crowded, and desolate streets. Children watched them from a distance, running away as soon as they approached.

The children had no shoes or socks, their clothes were tattered, and some of the younger ones were completely naked, their thin bodies exposed, with their ribs clearly visible on their skin.

"Why are they so...thin?" Mabel lowered her head, unable to bear looking at the children.

“Because of them…” Elisa wanted to say because they couldn’t afford to eat, but the words didn’t come out right.

Unlike the archipelago, this is the capital city, where there are many jobs. Although the workers work very hard and are very tired, they don't have a problem eating.

She opened "Simon's Log".

Simon lamented that these children must be orphans who had lost their parents. Those factories billowing black smoke, those cold and merciless machines, take countless lives every day.

It turns out that their parents had passed away, which was why they weren't getting enough to eat.

Elisa coughed. "These children must be orphans, homeless kids. Ah, those factories belching black smoke, those..."

She was reading directly from "Simon's Journal." What's a servant's journal belongs to the master; what's wrong with me reading it? If you're unhappy, sue me for intellectual property rights!

Simon fell silent for a moment. While providing the "log" was indeed offering information, wasn't it a bit much to read it verbatim? Weren't you afraid I'd find out?

However, upon closer reflection, reading it verbatim won't cause any problems. The information in the log is clearly very organized, while real thought processes are more fragmented and jumpy.

If it were truly from the heart, it wouldn't have been a long speech; it would have been just a sigh.

In other words, the content in the log has already been organized and polished, encompassing subconscious content, not direct inner thoughts, so you can copy it with confidence.