Chapter 87: One-shot Pass

◎Dead memories, please don't attack me——◎

Amidst the blood-red mist, a pair of slender hands reached toward the sky. A golden coin trembled gently between its fingertips, emitting a scent the fairies found irresistible.

Is this the clue the Queen needs? Then go ahead and touch it.

Their mood was surprisingly simple, as broken limbs fell from the sky, entangled with strands of bright red.

Melia held up the gold coin, and the moment their fingertips touched—

【I got you.】

She smiled like an elf, with a madness that didn't care about life or death.

The limb in the air tilted its head and uttered a hoarse question: "Your soul..."

The girl in front of me was as dazzling as the sun. I thought this brilliance came from the child of destiny in her belly.

But upon closer inspection, the transparent soul radiated an unusually vibrant hue. Neither fate nor the blood of the king could rob it of even a trace of it.

It does not belong to the fairy, nor to this body... It flickers alone in the void, and the spiral of cause and effect of death is entangled, just like stars.

For this moment of confusion, a cross-shaped wound pierced the body: Taffy chopped down the scimitar with force, and coordinated with Ronnie tacitly, one aimed at the "heart" and the other cut off the "head".

The completely destroyed doll collapsed and shattered into sticky chunks of flesh.

This is a mysterious world, a mysterious world that ordinary people also understand to some extent.

The fairy controlled another body to spin in the air. She wanted to use the bloodshot to move her arms to continue controlling the trap underground, but two arrows flashing with golden light pierced her right hand and eyes one after another.

"Hey, you want some golden blood, right?" Sonny stood on his horse and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Here, I give it to you. How do you feel about it?"

The fairy did not answer. Such thin golden blood should not be able to hurt her. She is not the ancient king of gold. How can you kill the fairy with blood alone?

But the arrow accurately hit the control core buried in her body. She turned her neck regretfully and rolled towards Melia, but was kicked away by Taffy.

"sisters."

The fairy spoke in clear Latin, "You are more adapted to the human body than we are. The Queen's prophecy... is now in your hands."

What the hell, who wants to become sworn brothers with you Xukong?

Melia turned around quickly: "Don't listen to her nonsense, I am a human, a real human... Hey hey hey, don't kill me, don't kill me."

Wow, I originally wanted to die first to get some information out, but I didn’t expect to pass it in one go and leave myself with a mess.

Seeing Brida approaching with her sword drawn, she whimpered and hid behind Ronnie. She had just exposed herself passionately to trick the fairy into coming down, and only the tall gladiator could bring her a sense of security.

Sonny dismounted and took only a few steps when he saw Brida fall to the ground. Even so, the knife chopped the ground hard, cutting the goblin's flesh even more into pieces.

Melia reached out her hand carefully, not daring to touch Brida, who lay on the ground. Her body was covered in wounds, and she was actually shooting with a bow like that?

Tap, tap, tap! The fleeing Huns did not forget their leader.

The blood mist dissipated, and figures emerged from the hillside, some panicked and some determined.

Snap. Sonny lifted his sister up from the ground, supporting her shoulders with his own body. "The assassin is dead. Let's go—let's catch up."

As the sun sets, the two silent teams join forces, emitting a depressing and dangerous atmosphere.

…

"Hah~"

Melia ran into the cave through the mud: It’s not that I don’t want to live in a tent, it’s just that it’s raining!

The winter rain, mixed with ice particles, hit her face with a crackling sound. Fortunately, she was wearing waterproof hard leather boots, otherwise her toes would have been frozen off.

Sonny was kind enough to give her the best bear den after searching around. Aside from the animal smell, it wasn't a big deal. The owner had already been reduced to a pile of fur.

"Miss, please take care of yourself."

Taffy followed silently behind, handing over a piece of dry cloth at the right time. Her expression was still as gentle and calm as when they first met.

Melia took the towel and covered Taffy's head with it: "Really, you were so busy holding the umbrella for me that your hair got wet."

She turned and walked inside, muttering to herself, "Improved umbrellas and hats will definitely be a hit. Yawn! Why didn't I think of that before?"

Taffy listened with her head down, then quietly walked to the front of the lady and stacked the top sack first: in order to give Melia a decent bed, she took down some of the goods to use as a cushion.

"Well, Taffy..."

"Yes, good night, miss." Tafel took out the fur and laid it out neatly, then walked to the corner.

There was a rustle, and the corner of her clothes was gently pulled: "I'm not actually... a fairy."

"Of course, you are my lady." Taffy half-knelt on the ground obediently, turned around and held the lady's wrist to prevent her from spraining it.

Melia looked at the top of her head and slowly shook her head: "You don't believe it."

Although Taffy didn't know it, she still remembered her first death: she didn't know she could be resurrected at the time, and being killed from behind by the little girl she trusted was really complicated.

But Taffy did nothing wrong, her lady was "Meriya", not a ghost from another world.

Now that I think about it, avoiding death in the beginning doesn't mean I've gained everyone's trust, especially those who know Melia well.

As she worked hard to network and promote her new business model, people kept asking her how she had changed so much.

All in all, it can only be attributed to falling into the water and losing one's memory.

Fortunately, aside from Ilit, who remembered more, the others didn't care about the original owner, only how much money they could make. For the sake of money, even if they saw something was wrong, they would actively help cover it up.

The original owner did not have a personal maid. After getting to know her for so long, she found out from Mili and Ani that Melia used to be extremely fickle and was particularly cold to her slaves.

Not to mention the long-term personal maid, even the wet nurse was almost sold to Greece. It was Muala who rescued her and let her live on the manor.

But Taffy was different, she took away her true love. Even though this was a good thing for others, even for the original owner herself...

Melia stared at Taffy and said, "You should know... I have changed a lot."

The girl's eyelashes moved, and just when Melia thought she would keep her head down, and answer with silence and flattery as in the past, or draw her dagger, Taffy raised her eyes.

"Miss, you are my lady."

Her empty eyes gradually cleared, as if reflecting the figure of someone else for the first time: "This is not... disbelief."

Taffy bit his words with some difficulty, pinched his fingers unconsciously, and then released them: "It's me, it's me who wants to believe it."

Before Melia could speak, her lips trembled rapidly: "You said you wanted me to think, and I will try my best to do it."

Melia squatted down and looked at her at eye level.

The girl wanted to look away several times, but forced herself to steady her neck and look back seriously.

After a few seconds, the lady placed her soft hand on her shoulder: "Great."

"That's great, Taffy."

"Hmm? Do what you like."

"Is thinking difficult? Yes, the meaning of life is a very broad question~"

The voice that emerged in my mind was gentle and pure, sweeping over like waves, bringing shells and pearls to the empty beach.

Then, Melia patted his shoulder lightly and said, "You will be happy even if you live independently now!"

"No, I don't want it!"

Taffy's voice suddenly rose: "I don't want to. Miss said people should think... I have thought about it, and I don't want to leave Miss."

Oh, it's not what I expected.

It's true that a 16-year-old child is not yet ready to live independently. Ancient Rome didn't have a university, but she had to force one here. At least she had to train Taffy until he graduated.

Melia nodded seriously: "Yes, at least I have to finish learning advanced mathematics."

"That's great!" Taffy said happily, "I can be with the young lady forever."

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Under her surprised gaze, Taffy shyly took out a parchment scroll from his pocket and said, "Look, miss, this is my last math test paper. The teacher told me to give it to parents, and I haven't shown it to you yet."

Not bad, half right.

She got the first half of the fill-in-the-blank questions right, but she didn't get any of the answers wrong... She didn't write a single word.

…

In the early morning, the accumulated water seeped into the soil. Pados climbed up the tree on the stones and looked at the town in the distance through a telescope: farmers were working in the fields, everything was so peaceful, as if the attack yesterday was just a nightmare.

The most worrying thing didn't happen. Those fairies shouldn't appear before humans casually, otherwise they would definitely take revenge. Just like what was recorded in history books, they would burn the land into a desert and then flood the sea to form an inland sea.

"Hmm...the fairy's prophecy." He thought for a moment, took out his notebook and wrote a few words on it.

About a third of myths are related to some kind of prophecy. Some of these "gods" may actually be fairies playing tricks on humans.

"Teacher—Teacher Pardos!"

Pados looked away from his notebook and saw Melia hurriedly dragging Taffy out. "Is there something wrong with the school's teaching recently? No one told me that Taffy didn't do her homework and handed in a blank paper!"

Pardos slid down the tree trunk. "Learning is a joyful thing. Those who really can't learn don't need to be forced. It's their loss, not mathematics's, to reject the beauty of mathematics."

"No, no, no, I'm not arguing with you about whose loss it is." Melia pulled Taffy to the front, and the latter shrank his head like a quail.

"People like Taffy who repeatedly don't hand in their homework and don't take their exams seriously should definitely be punished!"

"Punishment?"

After a few seconds of thought, Pardos asked in confusion, "Didn't you ask the school to cancel it? Originally, we were planning to cane the students who didn't hand in their homework, but it was you who said [corporal punishment is prohibited]."

Uh, it seems so.

Melia knocked her forehead helplessly: promoting teaching in ancient times was not as smooth as she had imagined.

The teaching location and teaching staff were solved with money and resources. The textbooks copied a lot of modern knowledge, but the main source of students was still the most obedient slaves and the poor who were eager to learn to read.

Even so, the school had only been open for a few months, and there was no time to change everyone's thinking.

She let go of Taffy with a headache. "I understand. Let's start dividing the classes next semester and invite some craftsmen from society to teach practical courses. Except for the most studious and capable students, everyone else will learn technical skills after learning basic math and Chinese."

"That's exactly what we should do!" Padus agreed. "Greece has a rule that if biological parents haven't taught their children a profitable trade, their children can refuse support. Your thoughts now reflect the true heart of a parent. Do you still need financial support?"

Melia was about to mention subsidies when she suddenly tapped her palm. "We can expand enrollment! Vocational and Technical Colleges are bound to have a big market. I'll pay the teachers and provide the teaching space, and students who want to study can just pay."

"Indeed, the funding they provide can also support more experiments."

Pardos and Melia hit it off immediately:

Besides parents, folk knowledge is often passed down through the apprenticeship system. Apprentices are recommended by senior industry experts to become their teachers, and how much they learn depends entirely on the teacher's conscience and their own talent.

In order to control their apprentices and prolong the time it takes to earn free work, many masters will create learning obstacles.

For example, one must first learn to knead dough after three years of cooking, and to chop vegetables after three years before seasoning them. Some apprentices, living in their master's home, were treated worse than slaves. They had to be on call 24/7, and at the master's mere glance, they were to clean the table, sweep the floor, or take care of the children.

After all, the slaves belong to the family, and the apprentices will eventually become masters. The apprentices who have become masters are competitors, and if they learn too well, they will lose their jobs.

Because of this chain of suspicion, many people tend to inherit the skills of their parents rather than engage in their favorite careers, let alone learn several skills and choose the one they are best at.

Vocational and technical colleges can perfectly avoid these shortcomings and achieve the best teaching results.

Melia could have spent more money to hire some retired or disabled industry veterans to offer specialized courses in planting, textiles, cooking, and civil engineering.

As long as enough students sign up, this cost will be quickly spread out.

Even better, Melia's family had a comprehensive estate, and all the teaching tools were readily available. In the spring, they could farm on the estate, in the summer, stay indoors to learn weaving, in the fall, go fruit picking and winemaking, and in the early winter, travel the world building houses with building materials.

Ahem, ahem, I will give you money, I will give you money.

Melia's daydreaming had barely come to an end when the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the hillside.

Sonny tightened the reins, stopped his horse mid-saddle, and waved up the hillside: "Good morning. Before we set off, let's talk about the [Change in Temperament]~"

Eh?

Melia looked at Pardos blankly. The teacher shrugged nonchalantly, "They asked me about some rumors about what kind of person you were in the past."

Ahhhh, dead memories, please don't attack me—

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