Chapter 120 Mom is not home today (Part 1)
◎No one noticed that the princess was holding an inflated kitten in her hand, which was holding the hilt of the knife.◎
The sun rose above the horizon, awakening the sleeping royal city.
As spring approaches, the warmer temperatures make the slaves more accustomed to getting up early. They carry their masters' clothes and take up good positions by the waterway in the early morning.
The guards woke up earlier than the nobles. They stood guard in every corner, watching who came and went.
Someone noticed the princess approaching from a distance and saluted silently from a distance: he was not a subordinate of the princess, but after several battles, the soldiers had a deeper understanding and respect for this outstanding general.
Elena wasn't as aloof as before. Even though she didn't recognize the soldier, she still looked at him with a smile. She walked a long way with the kitten behind her before stopping.
Pashapasha, pashapasha.
"Does a cat make such a loud noise when it walks?" Elena turned around and looked at the kitten jumping happily behind her.
"I did it on purpose." The cat pressed down the leaf with its claws and crushed it with a snap.
Forget it, I don’t need to sneak in, so I’ll just take this little guy out for a stroll on the street today.
[She has no chance of inheriting the throne anyway, so it would be best if she were interested in farming, doing business, playing ball, or raising chickens.]
"What's that for?" The kitten raised its paw and pointed at a row of very conspicuous buildings. That was the villa area for the elders, very close to the Senate.
Elena took a look and was a little surprised: "Oh, it's just right, the yard of Sura's house."
"Oh, I'll go take a look then."
"Tonight… Tsk." Before she could finish her words, the kitten took off. Her paws seemed to have no need to touch the ground, leaving a trail of floating shadows, like a maglev cat car on an elevator handrail.
Elena had to quicken her pace to keep up. Fortunately, it was early in the morning and few people were looking up, so they wouldn't notice the afterimage passing by the roof.
Melia chases little things like this around every day? No wonder her legs are so thin.
A few minutes later, she leaped from the roof, panting heavily. It was strange. If I were doing infiltration on my own, this little bit of exercise wouldn't be a big deal. But why was chasing a child so tiring?
Where did the kitten go? With its shiny white fur, it shouldn't be hard to find.
It couldn’t be lost... Elena swallowed, and the scene of herself saying to Melia with a silly smile, "Hey, I accidentally lost the child" appeared in her mind.
Did it fly into Sura's yard? The direction it pointed just now was vague, so it might have flown into the garden next door.
Sula's courtyard was heavily guarded. Elena pushed against the wall and climbed over to the next courtyard, but couldn't find it. When she returned, the kitten was already crouched in the corner, playing with wild fruits.
Nini used her cat paws to pick at the green fruits one by one, and raised her head boredly: "You just came back, playing around."
"......" Hold on, it's Melia's biological child.
Elena held her breath and asked in a low voice, "Where did the wild fruit come from?"
"I picked it from Sura's yard." The kitten said confidently, "Mom said we shouldn't take things from acquaintances and strangers. Sura is our enemy, so I can take it."
"That makes sense."
Elena picked up one and stuffed it into the cat's mouth, then laughed out loud at the cat's wrinkled little face.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"If you do this again, I'll catch you." The kitten spat out the fruit residue, his eyes slightly cold.
"you,"
Thinking of the smooth cross-section of the tree trunk, Elena coughed twice and covered her mouth with her fist. "Okay, I was wrong. I'm sorry. Hahahahaha."
“…You’re very rude.”
"I'm so sorry, hahahaha."
Elena laughed for a while, then slowly stopped: "Did you have fun at Sura's house?" She didn't expect the kitten to find anything, it was good enough to pick some fruit.
"fine."
The kitten stood up, shook its fur, and took two steps outside. "The servants were chatting. They said Sura went to buy the next batch of slaves. If you want to investigate Sura, shouldn't you go to the place where the slaves are sold?"
"...Yes, even more efficient than my strongest scout."
Although it took advantage of the cat's body, the efficiency of intelligence collection was still quite amazing.
After Elena finished praising, she took out a candy from her arms and handed it to the kitten: "Here, remember you like to eat this, take it."
Nini wagged her tail proudly: "Oh, yours is fruit candy, I prefer the milk candy my mother gave me~"
"Okay, I'll eat it myself."
"Well, that's true... Hey!" The kitten looked at the bad adult angrily as he opened the candy wrapper and swallowed the candy into his throat.
There really are adults like this! Both the Huns and my mother are incredibly gentle and considerate of her feelings! Is this rude? It doesn't seem to be, but it really makes me angry.
"Okay, don't be angry."
Elena half squatted down and rubbed the cat's head vigorously: "I'll take you to play on the street."
"Play? I can do that by myself. Oh, yes, and I have to protect you too."
Two pairs of blue eyes reflected each other's figures. Elena slowly shook her head: "No, you probably don't understand your mother's intention of asking you to follow me."
"She's too tired and should rest."
“That’s why I said I didn’t understand.”
"What is that?"
The kitten tilted its head in confusion.
Elena suddenly felt relieved: although this child was troublesome and annoying, she really liked Melia. In this respect, they were so similar.
"She wants you to take a good look at the world and stop looking like a stone statue."
The fingers above my head slowly moved away and fell into a beautiful clear sky.
…
The cat stepped on the fallen leaves, and this time the contact was very brief. In a flash, it jumped onto the wooden barrel, the haystack, and the stone pillar.
Elena waved her hand upwards: "Come down quickly, we're here."
"Are we there yet? Is this where slaves are bought and sold?" The kitten jumped down from the stone pillar and looked back at the magnificent circular building.
"It's next door. Let's go into the arena first." Elena picked up the kitten with a few fingers and stepped into the carved archway in two or three steps.
After not coming back for a few months, the century-old arena has changed its appearance.
The huge wooden board that originally hung bets and match numbers in the center was moved to the side, and the front was reserved for the announcement of the football match final and the gold-embossed names of the star players.
Fortunately, the fight was scheduled for the evening, and the arena was quite deserted in the early morning, even though it wasn't a holiday. The gladiators were sitting in a row with their instructors, drinking milk and eating eggs together.
It's easy to imagine who recommended these foods. Melia opened several chicken farms and raised dairy cows in Rome and Shadow Rome.
She promoted the benefits of high protein for muscles, using football and star gladiators as advertisements. Now, gladiators and nobles who like to maintain a bodybuilding figure have begun to drink large amounts of milk, take egg whites, and some even drink egg whites raw.
Even ordinary people who only watch the games and don't exercise have started buying pickled salted egg yolks and eating them as snacks in flour.
She walked quickly past with the kitten and turned around to see Nini staring intently at the gladiators and their weapons.
"Are you interested? If you are, go home and tell your mother and ask her to agree to let you study here."
"No, Aunt Attila can teach me too." The kitten retracted its head: "I think she is stronger."
Attila? Oh, it's Sonny.
"Is she that strong? You've seen Ronnie, she used to be the star gladiator here." Elena still remembered the first time she met Attila. Although his bow and arrow were fast, she still blocked them.
"no the same."
Kitty thought for a moment, then walked a few steps and nodded affirmatively: "Aunt Attila is the leader's martial arts, and these people are the followers' martial arts. I only want to learn the best."
It’s really interesting. Did this kid come up with this idea on his own, or was it suggested by Melia?
Elena patted the hilt of the knife: "Then why don't you learn from me?"
"You?" Maomao blinked, as if she had never considered this question before: "You won't teach me wholeheartedly."
Ah, so... is it so obvious?
Elena smiled and pointed at Mario not far away and said, "That's your second grandfather. Do you want to go over and ask for some candy?"
"You are so childish."
"Not cute at all."
She didn't force it. After all, it would be more appropriate for Melia to do things like meeting relatives.
Elena quickly reached her destination: the bread roll shop, now renamed [Meliya Bakery].
It not only sells the original meat and egg rolls, but also a variety of baked goods: multi-grain bread, white bread, fruit cake, and even expensive frosted nut cake.
Originally, the arena was crowded only during the peak season, but now, at the first light of day, slaves from various families came running to run errands for their masters: There was no other way, if you want to buy such delicious and fashionable snacks, only Melia's house has them.
Branches in Egypt and other cities are either under renovation or have just opened, and are still at the stage of selling bread rolls and egg cakes.
However, we can imagine the efficiency of making money in the future: once dairy products, candies and various blended fruit juices appear on the market, the nobles and wealthy businessmen will take a big share of this market.
"Come, choose what you like..." Before he could finish his words, the kitten had disappeared from the spot.
Elena turned around calmly: sure enough, a snow-white cat's tail was wagging in the crowd, eager to get in.
"Don't cut in line." She held the kitten's tail and dragged it out.
"I'm small, I can't take up much space." The kitten knew he was in the wrong and went to the end of the line with her. However, the slaves were already trembling with fear and gave up their places.
They didn't dare stand in front of the noble, and there was a talking cat!
Elena dragged the cat to the front wordlessly and threw a few silver coins to the slaves: "If you encounter someone who insists on giving way to you in the future, remember to give them some benefits."
"Don't reason with them? Mom says everyone is equal."
"I don't have that much time to waste. Some people need money more than reason."
Kitty looked around and saw that those people seemed relieved after receiving the silver coins, with some relaxed smiles on their faces.
That makes sense. Mothers sometimes apologize while paying. Hungarians love gifts from their mothers. As long as they get a gift, they won't scream or cry about "my child almost broke his leg."
How could they break their legs? She just gently hung them upside down on the treetop.
Sniff, what a nice smell~
Nini squinted her eyes at the milky aroma. She loved drinking milk, but unfortunately, neither cow's milk nor goat's milk tasted as good as her mother's. But the milk here had a different aroma. It had a lot of sugar added and was mixed into the bread.
"This, this, and this!" The cat's paws pointed quickly.
The boss looked at her again and again, and finally fixed his eyes on the royal emblem on Elena and the ring with Melia's emblem on the cat's neck.
My hand trembled, and I accidentally added too much. The sauce and syrup covered the bread roll like it was free, and I even stuffed two extra pieces of meat into it.
Elena directly touched a few silver coins and handed them over: "No need for change."
She took the roll in her hand and watched the little white cat eat it diligently.
Crunch, crunch, crunch... The delicate chewing sound makes people feel soothed. No wonder so many people like to keep cats.
What a great cat, how come it is just a child.
After the cat finished eating the bread roll, it licked the cream cube next to it clean. Finally, there were three plates of pork tenderloin piled up like a mountain. Elena had to add another gold coin to prevent the boss from losing money to the point of vomiting blood.
"Okay, let's finish eating. After we finish eating, we will go next door early to track down Sura." Elena felt a phantom pain in her wallet. She could spend one gold coin on a meal. Wow, Melia - it's easy to be so extravagant.
But she will be eaten out of money, she has to support the army!
"Burp." The cat burped, its belly only slightly bulging. "What I just said is, I don't want these, but I want the rest."
“…Then spit it out!”
"don't want."
…
A moment later, Princess Elena stepped into the slave market in her boots. The guards avoided her serious and cold gaze: She is worthy of being a general who has been to the battlefield, her spirit and energy are different!
No one noticed that the princess was holding an inflated kitten in her hand while holding the hilt of the knife.
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