Chapter 564: Fake Ellie and Fake Fake Ellie

Because Rand and Lysa are in cahoots.

Berlan was labeled as the fake Ellie and was given a day off.

Lysa went out with Rand in a triumphant manner, even though today was theoretically Lysa's time.

Bolan sat quietly in his seat.

Think about what happened before.

In fact, it is a good thing to take a day off. In order to prepare in advance for how to deal with Lisa, Bolan made a lot of preparations.

During this period, Bolan also assisted Rand with many tasks as his wife.

These days, I have been inspecting the production in the territory with Rand, which can be said to be quite hard.

It was a good thing to take a day off. Now that Lysa had taken Rand away, she didn't have to face this troublesome person directly, which was obviously also a good thing.

But why did it feel so wrong? As a king, as the embodiment of winter, she had never been so frustrated, and now, it seemed that she had been deceived by a fake and lost her husband?

Although she is also a fake lady, the body she is using now is real.

Should she really give in like this? Bolan was not a very competitive person, and she couldn't make decisions for Ellie without authorization, so she was a little hesitant about how to act.

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As for Rand, who was now out with Lysa, he had become accustomed to the strange thoughts that Lysa had from time to time.

And he already has a mature way to deal with it.

In fact, this is how Rand handled it when he first met Lysa.

He has no habit of abusing others, but if a beautiful woman invites him, he doesn't mind accompanying her.

After all, as a modern man, he knows something about many things. Although he has not experienced them, he has seen or heard about them more or less, so he is still very tolerant.

Therefore, for Bolan, it was a shocking thing, but for Rand, it was just a little surprising.

Although there were some awkward moments when getting along with Lysa at the beginning, Rand is now more skilled.

Just like now.

Isn't this obviously a modern skit script? The real daughter and the fake daughter, oh no, now it's the real lady and the fake lady.

If we go back further, it is also possible to say that he is the real or fake Monkey King?

This kind of thing is just a drizzle, Rand said he can handle it easily.

Lysa took Rand's arm.

She walked in Ellie's manner, her chest occasionally rubbing against Rand's arm.

But Rand was not distracted by this.

What he had to do now was to take Lisa to find Ayesha.

Now there is one more important thing to do, which is to further strengthen Lisa's disguise.

If Lysa's disguise could be seen through at a glance, then everyone would think Rand was playing some trick.

This would reduce his reputation as a lord, although Rand was not afraid of developing an evil reputation.

Even though he was an evil lord who demanded that all girls in the territory give up their virginity, he could still gain the support of the territory and his allies.

But Rand would never do that. In Rand's opinion, the lords in the previous life were just using the right of virginity to collect taxes in disguise. To really exercise this right... Rand couldn't bring himself to do it anyway. Most of the villagers in the territories of this era did not take baths, and they were sallow and thin due to malnutrition, and the stones mixed in the food caused rotten teeth.

In this way, ordinary villagers... are really not pleasing to the eye. No matter how good a foundation one has, one can never become a beauty if he or she does not cultivate it.

But if Lysa's disguise is hard to see through.

Then in the eyes of everyone, it would just be the Rand couple coming out to work, and it would have no impact on Rand's reputation.

And Lisa also wanted to further perfect her disguise as a fake lady.

so.

The two of them came to Ayesha.

Ayesha is the chief alchemist of the Sanctuary and the chief person in charge of the alchemy workshop.

My hobby is making and selling perfume.

Ayesha is very good at makeup, and every time Rand meets Ayesha, he can see some strange and beautiful makeup.

At this time, Ayesha looked at Rand and Lysa in silence.

As an upper-middle level member of the Holy Domain Force and also an elder of the Holy Domain Force, she knows more about the situation of the top leaders of the Holy Domain Force than others.

She could vaguely guess what kind of strange relationship there was between the noble, cold and arrogant Lysa and Grand Duke Rand?

But is it really okay to help Lysa disguise herself as Ellie now? Ayesha remained silent and looked at Rand.

Rand nodded and said that this was all he needed to do and he would be responsible for any problems that arose.

Ayesha glanced at Rand with empty eyes and stopped hugging her chest. As Ayesha loosened her arms, her chest heaved.

The good figure did attract attention, and Rand took a few more glances without being very gentlemanly.

Ayesha brings Raisa inside the house.

After taking out a set of makeup materials, he asked Lisa to face the mirror.

Then, when Rand patiently tapped the ground with his boots for the 432nd time, the complete version of the fake Ellie appeared in Rand's eyes.

Now it really looks like it.

Different from the crude disguise that takes an evening to prepare.

After Ayesha's careful dressing, Lysa looked more like the real Lady Ellie in every detail.

Ayesha was also thoughtful enough to give Lisa a sun hat, which would cover her pointed ears, a characteristic of the elves, making her look less revealing.

Lysa looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

She nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Ayesha: "Well done, I will reward you as the lord's wife."

Ayesha wanted to decline this so-called reward. She hoped that Lysa and Rand would not tell anyone that she had made Lysa up like this.

It is understandable that the lords and the high-ranking officials of the sanctuary want to play some strange things.

But middle-level workers like her don't really want to participate in this kind of game.

Rather than being part of Rand and his lover's game, she would rather go on vacation to the Crescent Harbor beach or develop a new perfume.

In fact, what she was doing now was already somewhat risky. If she was held accountable by Madam Ellie, she, a small alchemist, could not afford it...

Although Ayesha knew that she would not be held accountable for such a thing given her identity, and Mrs. Ellie would not do such a cruel thing, this did not prevent Ayesha from finding excuses for herself and not participating in such a strange thing.

Rand left Ayesha's workplace with a completely disguised version of Lysa.

The inspection of industrial zones has been completed. The next step is to inspect agriculture, infrastructure, and the very critical aspect of population reception.

For Rand, population is the most difficult resource to obtain.

After dealing with Grand Duke Vladimir, the Wisteria Kingdom was defeated by the Northern United Forces. Although there were many twists and turns due to the high proportion of gilded population, the remaining forces of the Wisteria Kingdom generally did not have much resistance.

Over the next ten years, Rand would slowly gain his share of spoils, which would be a population of 200,000, as well as wealth and supplies as a bonus.

Now the first batch is about to be delivered, a population of 10,000, one twentieth of the total amount, and about one fifth of the current population of the Rand Territory.

These people came to Crescent Harbor from the north by boat, then landed and served Land as part of its population.

In the evening, when Rand arrived at Crescent Moon Harbor, he saw many large ships docking, and a large number of villagers who originally belonged to the Wisteria Kingdom were driven off the ships in a daze.

Under the setting sun, the crests of the waves glowed with orange-red light, reflecting on the masts of dozens of sailboats anchored. Clusters of white salt frost emerged from the cracks in the dock stones, dyed light pink by the dusk, and the salty sea breeze in the air carried the bitter smell of northern pine resin.

On the nearby reef, several black-crowned herons were pecking at the silverfish left behind by the fishermen, and their wings left long ripples as they swept across the water.

The sound of rusted chains hitting wooden stakes pierced the dusk, the cabin cover was opened with a bang, and the villagers of Ziteng stumbled onto the gangplank. Most of them were barefoot, and their coarse cloth shirts were still stained with debris from the northern black soil. Women wrapped crying babies in headscarves, and the old men held the family copper kettle with white knuckles. The guards of Rand Territory drove them on both sides with rattan whips, and the cold light reflected from the silver armor swept across the villagers' dazed faces.

Forced population migration is naturally not a happy thing. Even though these villagers are subject to the control of the nobles in the Wisteria Kingdom, they are even less willing to travel across the ocean to this unknown land.

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The first thing many villagers did after getting off the boat was to vomit.

"Go left! Line up in batches!" the sergeant shouted under the coconut tree, the parchment roll trembling in his hands. Several strong men in shackles were dragged out of the queue separately. They had the pattern of the Wisteria Kingdom Army tattooed on their forearms, and they were cursing something in the common language mixed with northern accents.

"Is there any plague?" Rand called over a non-commissioned officer on the ship.

"No, Lord Rand." The sergeant trembled a little when facing Rand's question. Not everyone has the courage to face Rand, the god of death who has made so many great achievements in the north.

Even though Rand looks harmless and has a warm expression.

"Very good, but those who disembark still need to be quarantined for a period of observation. Give me the roster and my people will make the arrangements." Rand said to the non-commissioned officer.

The sergeant nodded, but did not leave.

"Is there anything else?" The person who spoke was not Rand, but the attentive and gentle "Mrs. Ellie".

Rand covered his face. He was really not used to seeing Lysa speaking in such a gentle tone.

The sergeant looked at Rand again. He did not dare to look up at the wife of the great Duke of Rand, but the lady's gentle words calmed him down a little.

Rand nodded and asked the sergeant to continue.

"We were attacked by the Bolen Kingdom fleet on the way here and lost a part of our population." The non-commissioned officer was terrified when talking about this bad news.

Rand frowned: "How much was lost?"

"About a thousand people," the petty officer replied, "and this includes those who could not adapt to the sea environment and died of dehydration or illness."

"I understand. Go down." Rand made another note of the Kingdom of Bolen.

As for the possibility that the sergeant was deceiving himself - for example, the loss of population was actually due to poor management or something...

Rand was not worried about this. The fleet was guarded by people arranged by the White King "Bolan", and any special news would be reported to him.

If we really deceive ourselves, then many people will become population.

"Let's go, gentle Lady Ellie." Rand stopped watching the villagers disembark and said to Lysa beside him.

Lisa seemed to notice something interesting and whispered, "Seems like someone a little different."

Rand followed Lysa forward. As the Grand Duke and his wife approached, the soldiers nervously drove away the villagers, lest the filthy and lowly villagers offend the noble Grand Duke.

Lysa accurately dragged a dirty brown-haired girl out of the crowd.

The slightly taller young man next to him clenched his fists.

Lisa pinched the little girl's chin and forced her to look up at her. Then she chuckled and said, "I wonder if the royal family of the Wisteria Kingdom sneaked in, or was it arranged by someone?"

After Lisa pinched her chin, the brown-haired girl's hair color gradually turned into its original purple color, which was a symbol of the royal bloodline of the Wisteria Kingdom.

Lisa has always had good eyesight. Her eyes, which seem to be made of gold, must have many special abilities.

Rand walked up to the purple-haired girl and looked at the person who was protecting him... should that be a knight?

Ordinary adult villagers would not have the same good physique as this young man.

Rand could already imagine a tortuous story.

The eternal oath in the palace.

After paying countless costs to escape from the palace, I looked back to see flames rising to the sky.

Under the dark clouds, they broke through the siege of countless enemies, chose a village and decided to hide their identities, but were caught again and decided to be sent to the Dukedom of the Moon Phase to become a member of Rand.

The grandeur of the story is enough to fill half a novel, and there may be even more bizarre stories to come.

Unfortunately, Lisa saw through it at a glance.

Rand narrowed his eyes.

The bloodline of the royal family of the Wisteria Kingdom is worthless, because Rand has no intention of helping the Wisteria Kingdom to restore its country. If he really does so, it would be a slap in the face of the Northern Union.

Moreover, the White Kingdom has already swallowed up 2/5 of the land of the Wisteria Kingdom. Does helping the Wisteria Kingdom to restore its country mean that the White Kingdom will spit it out?

"Are you going to kill him?" Lisa asked.

"Keep it. After all, it's two people and they can always do some work." Rand said happily.

You can always encounter some interesting things when you are with Lisa, although most of the time this fun comes from Lisa herself.

Lysa glanced at Rand, not-so-subtlely.

Lysa remembered Rand telling many stories about how he spared his enemies, and then let them grow into powerful warriors and take revenge.

Rand often emphasized the need to kill all enemies.

Now what we say and what we do are different.

Of course, Rand noticed the deliberate look that Lysa gave him.

He said helplessly: "I could do it before, but now... I have too many enemies, and I can't kill them all."

There are already a lot of people in this world who have grudges against Rand.

Rand really doesn't have the energy to kill them all.

And if he could really grow up like the protagonist of the story and deal a fatal blow to Rand, then according to the inertia of the story, Rand's pursuit and attempts to kill him would not work.

"The war with the Kingdom of Boren is about to begin, and we have almost dealt with things here. Let's go back." Rand said after making some arrangements.

Lysa didn't care much about it. She took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, then returned to Rand.

In the summer of the 338th year of the Holy Calendar, the population directly under Rand's territory officially reached 60,000.

(End of this chapter)