The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Domis's breathing suddenly became rapid and turbulent, like a raging fire.

"Your Highness," she said, shaking with anger, but she had to suppress the urge to kill the other person, "I am Viola's friend."

"Oh, don't be afraid, I'm just asking."

Hestilingya thought that Mondomith was trembling, so she changed her tone to a gentle but cunning one, and stretched out her hand to pinch the blonde girl's chin.

Domis took a step back in shock, but still couldn't avoid it.

"Look at me and don't be afraid." Hestia forced the blonde girl to look at her.

"Your Highness..." Domis avoided her gaze. She didn't want to look at that face, for fear that she would lose control and stab her with a sword.

But the tall knight was right in front of her, and she had no chance of succeeding.

"Um……"

Hestia looked left and right.

When she was beaten by Wu Tu, the emissary of the radiant light, Viola cried and lay on the ground, accusing the Spirit Empire of causing the deaths of her parents and her companions, and accusing the empire of many tyrannies.

But there are two people who have never appeared in history, and their names do not exist in the cemetery where the Apostles of Radiance visit their graves.

One is Alice Leland, Viola's biological sister, and the other is Domis in front of her, who looks like a good friend of Viola.

Hestia thought about it and realized that if Alice really died in the turmoil, Viola would not have failed to mention it. So the little guy would most likely survive in the future, but be hidden in a safe place by the Apostle of Light to prevent retaliation from the Empire.

But what about Domis?

A small businesswoman, a future apostle of radiance. If she hadn't died, she would at least be a backbone of the radiance church, and her business would also rise with the expansion of radiance and free will forces.

But when she recalled the many business organizations connected with the Apostles of Radiance, she did not remember any similar blonde girl.

Or is this guy just an unknown little person who didn't rise to prominence with the Apostle of Radiance?

If Domis died, considering how much she helped Lilan's family, the Apostles of Radiance wouldn't even leave her grave untouched, right?

"Your Highness, do you have any requests?" Domis twisted her chin nervously.

"I remember your family is a businessman?"

"Yes……"

"That's great. The Empire needs people like you to promote the prosperity of commerce. You can see that Yunling's business is declining. Because of these rebels, Yunding City is in chaos. That's why I had to kill them."

"The rebels have committed countless evil deeds..." Domis gritted her teeth and said, "They deserve it!"

"The market is not good right now. I know they ruined your business, but you don't have to be so angry... huh?"

Hestia seemed to be moved and suddenly put her nose close to Domis's white collarbone.

"Eh—Your Highness?!"

Hearing Domis's scream, Hestia realized that she had lost her composure.

However, she did not show any embarrassment. As a Celestial Dragon, she did not need to consider other people's opinions when doing anything. She herself represented the law.

The reason for her attraction was the unique fragrance she had smelled on Domis. This indescribable aroma made the blonde girl seem incredibly delicious, and it brought back to Hestia's previous, haunting dream.

Appetite, femininity. He was acutely aware that the girl before him was a woman worth plundering.

This was very unusual, and reminded Hestia of the witch's curse again.

"Your perfume is very unique. Where did you buy it?" Hestia asked with a faint smile, as if it was just a casual gesture.

Domis was both ashamed and angry. She wanted to go home immediately to take a bath and clean all the places that the Celestial Dragon had touched.

But she doesn't even wear makeup, so how could she have ever used any perfume?

Is it possible...

Domis held Alice tightly and involuntarily covered her pocket with the little thing.

That was the desire potion given to her by the lady in the red cloak, but why could this white-haired dragon smell it?

Is she born in the Year of the Dog?!

"Domis and I went to the pharmacy to get some medicine for Mom. It might be the smell of the medicine!" The little girl took out the medicine bottle, shook it, and then closed it tightly again. "The doctor said it must be sealed tightly. If even a little leaks out, the medicinal properties will be lost!" After that, she asked, "Princess, do you want to take a look? Just a look, okay?"

"That's all right." Hestia rubbed Alice's head. "Little thing, what did you call me?"

"Well, Princess Sister, seeing His Highness makes Alice feel as close as seeing her own sister. This kind of intimacy has only ever occurred to Alice when she was worshipping the shrine of the Divine Emperor!" Alice said distressedly, "Alice knows His Highness wouldn't have a sister as stupid and shabby as me. I'm sorry, Alice won't say that again."

"No, you'll call me Alice from now on...right?"

"OK!"

"I'll have someone take you back. Be careful on the way. Viola is my person, and it's inevitable that the rebels with ulterior motives will have their eyes on you."

"Thank you, Princess Sister!" Alice praised repeatedly, "May the Heavenly Dragon bless you!"

As he spoke, the tall knight Will brought a carriage and drove it himself.

Apart from the imperial family, perhaps only two girls, one big and one small, have the "blessing" of having a tall knight as a coachman.

Watching the carriage drive away, Hestia thoughtfully turned her attention back to the rebels in the cafe.

"Your Highness!" At this time, a sentinel came over, "We found a secret passage!"

"Secret passage?" Hestia looked at Pierre.

The latter thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "Maybe it's not a secret passage, but a hole dug out by zombies a few days ago."

"Zombies?" Hestia raised her voice.

"I'm not sure if they're zombies or ghouls, but they don't look human," Pierre explained. "Your Highness, the sewers are filled with miasma, home to dark creatures like ratmen, ghouls, and rotting lizards. They're also a haven for necromancers. A while ago, a monster chiseled through the cellar wall and nearly injured a maid. The rebels chased it through the hole and found a number of wriggling corpses submerged in the ditch. I wonder what evildoer is at work."

Hestia's eyes were stern as she said immediately, "Clara, take your men with me down now. This matter is probably related to Flesh Alchemy."

"Your Highness, I'll take the others with me, you..."

"No, I will go myself, and all the sentinels will follow."

Hestia commanded, leaving no room for doubt.

If these are truly zombies created by flesh and blood alchemy, then the person behind the scenes might have left some spiritual traces, allowing the Witch Book to capture their whereabouts!

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PS:

My insomnia worsened and I woke up with a bad cold. The plot of betrayal in this chapter did not flow smoothly.

Some other readers do not want Matidal to die. For the author, her clue lies in Xiangnu. Whether she is alive or dead will not hinder the progress of the plot. There will only be slight differences in emotional highlights.

However, Matildaal's character is born with nothing but loyalty. He desires the affection of his master but cannot get it. If he survives, he will be a vicious slave who bites everyone he sees. I am not sure whether this suits the preferences of most readers.

Then, those who have resurrected Matildahl can deduct 1 coin here. Those who join the witch's main storyline and send Matildahl out can deduct 2 coins. Born humble, died ugly. I will make a decision within 48 hours, after which I will probably enter the villa plot and conclude the events.

Volume 51: Dreamer: . Here Comes the Rat

The coffee shop's business is extensive and not limited to coffee and desserts. Tea, sugar, tobacco, and beer are also included in the marketing scope. Therefore, the cellar is stored with boxes of dried tobacco and tea, bags of sugar, and barrels of beer, which is a strong support in the current situation of tight supply.

After Hestia had checked the cellar, she said, "Clara, have the barista check the coffee shop's supply channels."

Although sugar and tea have become daily necessities that ordinary people can afford, the relationship between the Empire and the Kingdom of Tailan has always been tense. In addition, the embargo imposed by the Kingdom of Tailan has increased the cost of materials from the New World flowing into the Empire by four or five times.

If it weren't for the mermaids and pirates diverting the elves' attention to the sea, the price of these supplies would have doubled.

There was a small hole in the wall on one side of the cellar, only big enough for ratmen and dwarfs to pass through. Hestia ordered people to smash the hole open, revealing a dark and deep underground passage behind it.

The filthy underground air was filled with a foul stench of corruption, and the extensive drainage network was pitch black. A sentinel lit a bright candle, and the glass cover of the lantern emitted a cool light.

Hestia frowned.

Clara said, "Your Highness, this place is too filthy. You should wait outside. I will bring people to investigate carefully."

"No." Hestia shook her head. "You guys go ahead, I'll decide the route."

Although they did not understand the princess's intention, the high knights and the sentinels had no choice but to comply with her request.

Moreover, even if there were any monsters in the sewers, they would not be able to threaten the princess's safety under the detection and protection of several high knights and hundreds of sentinel falcons.

The water flows quietly, and the sewer network is sometimes wide and sometimes tight, and is staggered. It is repaired with materials and styles from different eras, making it difficult to tell whether it is a tomb of ancient people or an underground system for modern people to remove sewage and dirt.

Hestia thought of the whirlpool under the villa library leading to the ancient temple. She remembered that Lady Aynive said that the coordinates of the temple were buried at the bottom of the Cloud Ridge Rift Valley, which meant that there were many unknown ruins hidden under the ancient mountains and coasts.

"But compared to the giant steel walls built by dwarves, gnomes, and ratmen, it's still dwarfed by the giant walls," Hestia said to herself.

"Gangling is the predecessor of the Divine Capital. It's said that there are hundreds of thousand-meter peaks that have been hollowed out. The City of World Desire is no different." Clara echoed the princess's words. "Your Highness, you're really overestimating the place by comparing Yunling's sewer system to Gangling's."

"It's a good thing we're not in the Divine Capital. Otherwise, without the Ratman guides, we might not be able to find the right path for months."

Utana took out a pipe and tobacco from the cellar, lit it, and took two puffs to dispel the foul smell of the sewer.

Hestia stopped frequently, and her consciousness dived into the intersection of the Witch's Book to observe the surrounding spirits. Finally, in a forked corridor, she found moist flesh granulations spreading along the wall.

"Go this way," Hestia said. "For the other two routes, send six sentinels to record the route."

Clara stepped forward to investigate, and after discovering an extremely subtle bloodstain in the corner, she praised, "Your Highness's keenness puts me to shame. You spotted such a subtle mark at a glance."

"That's enough," Hestia waved her hand. This seemingly rude, imposing woman was actually a skilled flatterer. She couldn't tell whether the Knight Commander was being flattering or sincere.

Just then, a loud splashing sound came from the depths of the darkness.

Utana inhaled the smoke deeply and winked at a sentinel.

The latter saluted and drew a dagger from his casual coat. The light from the lantern brushed along the blade, and talisman-like patterns gradually lit up.

He cautiously stepped forward under the cover of two teammates, listening to the sound of dripping water beside his ears, and looked up—

A washbasin-sized head lay prostrate against the ceiling, its three faces facing in three different directions. Its eyelids were turned outward, fingers slithering from its sockets, its bulging eyeballs gazing at the three uninvited guests. Its mouth, exposed gums, dripped with saliva, and its thin body clung to the wall like a spring, as if gathering strength.

With a whoosh, the monster leaped like a frog and leaped towards the leading sentinel falcon. The latter made no sound, and with a heavy breath, he raised his hand and swung his sword. The blade made a loud sound as it broke through the wind, and the falling object suddenly broke into two pieces and rolled into the ditch.

After confirming that the "crisis" was over, Hestia took Clara forward to check.

"It looks like different organs stitched together. Although its torso is somewhat decayed, you can tell it's made of baby skin." Utana bent down, running her dark elf leather gloves over the monster's back, feeling the smooth texture of the skin. "It's the structure of a human baby, and a dead one at that. It started to decay before it was stitched together."

"you sure?"

"Your Highness, I have served as a clerk at the Royal Medical College for two years and have gained some experience." Utana lowered her head obediently, like a devout and loyal person.

"This must be a zombie, a minions manipulated by the mind..." Clara pondered. "Besides the sword, there are also bite marks on its body. Besides us, there are others cleaning these things."