Chapter 63 The Changed Flow: Slaves are like weeds, commoners like trees...

What? !

Andra was alright, but the instructor's face turned deathly pale. These slaves were on the verge of exploding at the slightest provocation; how dare you let them fight? Fighting requires weapons!

She was now stuck, unsure whether to agree or refuse, frozen in place, too afraid to move.

The girl with long, golden-red hair nodded indifferently: "Okay, Lily, stand back a bit."

She escorted Eleanor to the guards and then pulled an iron sword from a nearby box.

Andra was prepared from the moment she got her hands on the swords: these swords were of extremely poor quality, and they would easily shatter if she used her strength to strike them.

She thought for a moment, then put the sword back in front of everyone, flicked it out with a clang, and a flash of snow light appeared at her waist.

This immediately silenced the slaves who had been eager to fight. They looked at her gleaming blade and remembered the differences between the nobles and themselves.

Soon, someone in the crowd said something, and the stagnant water began to bubble again; they took a few steps forward.

Ah Ying walked to the box and picked up a sword. Behind her followed a dozen or so relatively calm slaves, who also picked up a sword from the box.

The instructor recognized the group, of course, and raised her hand in fright, shouting, "You...you're trying to bully the weak!" She usually had a lot of authority in front of the slaves, but unfortunately, she couldn't stop anyone today.

The slaves stopped, their faces expressionless.

After taking all the dozen or so swords from the box, they stopped threatening the instructor to get more. After all, there was only one child and one enemy in front of them, and soon everyone would have a sword.

"Alright, let's begin."

Ah Ying took a stance and bowed her hand towards the boy with golden-red hair.

No matter what, this person is just a child who hasn't completed all three stages of puberty. So what if he's of noble blood? Everyone starts on a level playing field now.

"Captain, her sword is better than ours!"

Different people have different understandings of fairness. One by one, the people behind Ah Ying stepped out of the queue and swarmed over aggressively.

More than a dozen swords were pointed at Andra at the same time, like a cage wrapped in thorns.

Some were intimidated by the boy's unusual temperament, while many others only wanted to sacrifice their blood for the flag.

Morale can sometimes change the outcome of a battle. They wanted to prove that slaves could also defeat nobles, and that kings and generals were not born with a special destiny!

This noble boy has come at the perfect time; they will kill her, strip her of her sheep's skin, and grow the claws of a wolf!

The atmosphere has changed.

Andra paused, her hand holding the sword still. She glanced in Eleanor's direction and was slightly relieved to see the little princess being picked up by the guards.

Phew~ then it's all right.

That slave girl named Ye is far stronger than these other slaves. If anything happens, she can escape on horseback with Eleanor. As for herself—

Andra smiled brightly.

Haha, these people are so naive!

Slaves are like weeds, commoners are like branches, and nobles are nothing more than pebbles.

Is there any need to pay any attention to these weeds? Oh, yes. We can't frighten Her Highness.

Clang.

Andra swung his sword with a flourish, his aura suddenly rising.

call--

The slaves felt an invisible wave of energy emanating from him. The boy was clearly alone, yet he reminded them of the scorching summer sun and the iron whip soaked in salt water!

No, I can't let her aura intimidate me.

Ah Ying rushed forward immediately. She knew her sword was terrible, but even a bad sword has its advantages. She stared at the boy's side, intending to plunge the sword into it.

That's a flaw! That's a flaw...?

She was only a few steps away from the boy, but those few steps—after a few steps—became an insurmountable chasm.

The boy's sword moved.

They did not draw their swords, but the gleaming sword pierced the air in a graceful arc and plunged into Ah Ying's ribs.

*Slap*

The boy's strength was beyond description. Her wrist seemed to exert no force, yet the sword tip pierced through the hardened flesh with a silky smoothness, spinning inside to create withered petals.

Internal organs...are my internal organs still there? Ah Ying felt her body temperature rapidly decreasing.

*Snap*

The boy's longsword rang out with a crisp sound. In an instant, Andra drew the sword, and large amounts of blood splattered outwards, but not a single drop stained the hem of her fiercely fluttering clothes.

Thump!

She kicked the slave in the stomach, and the excruciating pain caused Ah Ying to faint and collapse.

Her companions did not gasp in surprise.

They were too slow; they couldn't see the boy's sword movements, nor could they stop him from breaking through the defenses.

She's killing someone...!

No, she... was just playing around.

The girl still held the sword in her hand, but she no longer used the sharp blade to pierce anyone's chest.

She could have easily instigated a massacre, but instead, she toyed with them like a cat toying with mice, crushing their dignity one by one with her feet.

The slaves, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly rushed to rescue their comrades—

But they were too slow.

By the time they realized something was wrong and rushed forward, swinging their fists, all of the dozen or so captains had already fallen to the ground.

The sword-wielding boy let out a sigh of relief, and she relaxed her shoulders as if she had just finished a warm-up.

Is this the power of those with noble blood? Is this the difference between those with noble blood and them?

A thick sense of fear descended, gripping my neck and making it hard to breathe.

"Enough! Everyone, don't be afraid! She's all alone, let's charge!!"

Suddenly a roar came from the back row. Everyone turned around and saw that the slaves at the very back had knocked out the guards while they were fighting, and had taken out a large number of swords and knives from the warehouse. They had also changed into leather armor!

The weapons and overwhelming numbers rekindled the slaves' courage, and they pressed forward against the enemy.

"Heh." The blond-haired boy narrowed his eyes and nonchalantly twirled his sword. "Guess how many people are outside?"

These words abruptly halted the slaves' rising morale.

Yes, how many people are outside? These nobles probably brought many guards. Even if she didn't, how powerful would the city guards they need to break through be? And what about King Norlana's army?

"Don't panic—everyone run! Everyone run!!"

The voices in the back row rose up, and the pale heads of the slaves turned around wildly. They had lost their leader, so what else could they do but escape?

Escape? Where to escape to? Surrender, or capture those nobles...?

Before the smarter slaves could even look ahead, the boy had already darted onto his horse.

She gave them a cold laugh, slapped the rump of the scraggly horse with her right hand, and rode off into the distance on her chestnut horse.

The two horses disappeared into the distance, one after the other, and the slaves all turned their gazes to the instructor who was trembling in the corner.

...

Da da da.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed in my ears.

Andra had excellent hearing; she heard the sound of more than one horse's hooves.

It seems that Scarface or someone else has noticed that something happened to the Legion.

It's likely that Manzhu and Jingji discovered the princess was missing as soon as they bought the slaves, and immediately came to look for her.

She smiled and ran all the way to the market entrance before she saw Luoye stop her chestnut horse and carried her down in her arms.

"Andra, are you hurt?" Eleanor poked her head out as soon as she dismounted and walked towards her on her bare feet.

Andra dismounted and ran to the princess, waving casually, "No, only my clothes are torn."

There was a slit in her sleeve and another in her waist, both cut by a sword.

Since it was a multi-against-one situation, she couldn't avoid all the attacks. If she faced stronger or more enemies, even she would have been injured.

"Hmm, I wasn't hurt this time," Eleanor muttered to herself.

Her voice was too soft for Andra to hear clearly, so she asked instead, "Your Highness, are you injured anywhere?"

"No, I'm fine."

Eleanor walked up to her and examined her closely, then straightened up and said seriously, "Luckily, there were only a dozen or so people this time, and we tricked them out in advance. Otherwise, with so many slaves carrying weapons scattered outside, and without horses... you would have been hacked to pieces by them."

Andra was suddenly stunned. He couldn't help but imagine what the little princess had said, and suddenly felt a chill.

No, she wasn't afraid of these slaves. Even if they rushed out in droves and killed people, she wouldn't be afraid.

But if you were to get seriously injured by something that's worse than a weed... just thinking about it is unbearable!

A flame burned in my heart for a moment, as if such a shameful scene had truly happened.

It's just a guess, how can you take it seriously?

She shook her head, suppressing her disdain and anger, and said earnestly, "Please rest assured, I will not die at the hands of such people. Even if they all cause chaos, I will do everything in my power to protect you."

The little princess stared blankly into her eyes.

Andra patted his chest and asked with a smile, "You don't believe me?"

No, I believe it completely.

Eleanor lowered her eyes and murmured, "You...you can definitely protect me."

Even with one more burden, Andra wouldn't die here.

One...two phantom images flashed through Eleanor's mind.

In her first life, Andra escaped the forest with her lover.

And the third Andra lived up to her vow.

She was seriously injured while protecting the little princess who was constantly holding her back. They didn't ride horses, but Andra still managed to escape with Eleanor's hand... no, they fought their way out.

Your Highness, it's alright now.

Blood trickled down the girl's shoulder and side; the sheer number of wounds made it seem as if she was more seriously injured than when she fell off the cliff.

But Andra was smiling; she seemed to be in a good mood.

When she found herself leading Eleanor out unharmed, a relieved smile completely masked her rage at being cut by the weeds.

Her golden eyes burned brightly, capable of illuminating anyone who admired her and followed her.

But that flame went out along with the smile.

Because a dagger, pulled from who-knows-where, was forcefully plunged into her abdomen.

The little princess aimed for the heart, but unfortunately, she instinctively pressed her wrist to block it.

Why was this wound heavier, more scathing, and more infuriating than any other wound?

Andra's eyes turned bloodshot.

Why would Your Highness do this?!

Later...the scene that followed suddenly vanished in Andra's bewildered yet innocent eyes at this moment.

Andra wasn't killed. Even though she was seriously injured, she wouldn't die. She could even pick up the princess and run further away.

It's okay, Andra... I have many, many more chances.

Eleanor touched the gold pendant on her chest; only four bloody streaks remained on one of the petals.

"Let's go back quickly." The little princess smiled brightly. "I still have so much to say to Scarface."

"Mmm!" Andra nodded sweetly, looking at the little princess's adorable smiling face. She took Eleanor's soft little hand and walked into the market, her heart filled with joy.

......

As for Scar Eyes—there's nothing to say about Scar Eyes.

She returned to the market with her guards, and when she saw the princess, she couldn't help but give a smile that looked more like a grimace.

The old woman was doing it on purpose, of course. She had just arrived at the scene with Manzhu and Jingji, and with the help of fully armed guards, she had worked hard to suppress the rebellion.

This is not over yet.

Scarface was unaware that because Salin and some of the slaves had been bought in advance, the intensity of this rebellion was much smaller than in his previous life and the life before that.

All she knew was that when she returned to the market with her trusted confidants, she found that the slaves in the market were also eager to try.

Scarface finally felt old.

She clutched her heart and silently repeated "Elsa is still young, Elsa is still young" several times before she could suppress the choking sensation.

By the time Scarface regained control and, after begging his grandmother and aunts, managed to safely escort all the guests out of the market, the sun was almost setting.

She took the water bottle from her adopted daughter, took a sip to moisten her chapped lips, and, holding her breath, walked over to the little princess who was watching the commotion. Lowering her head, she sincerely said, "Your Highness, thank you so much for today..."

She felt a bitter taste in her heart that she couldn't quite describe.

If Princess hadn't run to the legion and popped the bubble, Scarface might have died in the riot too.

But then again... Scarface thought helplessly: If the princess weren't here, she might have been able to suppress this rebellion herself and disguise it as a "disturbance".

Now it's all over. If it involves the royal family, it's 100% assassination and rebellion.

Sigh, I wonder how many layers of skin the royal family will peel off.

Eleanor greeted her with a smile, without any airs. "Don't worry, I'll explain to Mother for you; it's just a small matter."

A small matter?

Scarface was secretly delighted. Could it be that the kind princess was unaware of how big this matter had become?

She looked up and saw Eleanor's ambiguous smile, and heard her calm words.

"However, you were somewhat at fault for not managing those people well, so... I'll handle them."

Her Highness is actively asking for her hyena army, and she might even have to offer some expensive "gifts" along with it.

Scarface felt a sharp pain in her chest and dared not refute, knowing that her legion was doomed anyway after this incident. The only difference was whether her head would remain on her neck.

Scarface's heart pounded. Her intuition told her that the little princess hadn't finished speaking... hadn't yet revealed her bottom price!

Sure enough, His Highness's next words made her heart sink.

The girl, who had just turned ten, distorted the surrounding atmosphere at that moment, creating a low, oppressive atmosphere like a storm.

"You're doing a really good job running your business."

Here she comes. As expected of a princess, she's naturally better at making exorbitant demands than the lords of those city-states.

Scarface felt as if he had returned to the distant past, and once again became that little vendor with clenched fists and tears streaming down his face.

The only difference is that she is no longer young and no longer clenches her fist.

Scarface lowered his head and said obediently, "If you like it, I'm willing—"

"I really like it~ I think we can work together."

The little princess abruptly changed the subject, cutting off the discussion of her voluntary dedication.

cooperate?

Scarface was somewhat surprised, inwardly thinking that this was probably just some kind of embellishment from someone in a higher position; even the princess had to eat meat more elegantly than the others.

But... did she really need to conceal her demands after the assassination? If Her Highness the Princess could just act coquettishly with King Nolana, what recourse would a merchant like her have?

A glimmer of hope lingered in Scarface's single eye.

Under her focused gaze, Eleanor pulled a bound parchment scroll from her bosom and solemnly handed it to Scareye.

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Author's Note: Andra: The little princess is so naughty~ [hugs]

Eleanor: Andra is so hard to kill... [cracks]