Chapter 143 Breaking the Darkness
◎The fence slowly rose, and a beam of light shone into the dark room.◎
Ugh…I can’t sleep!
Melia rolled over, and with a bang, she woke up.
She rubbed the small bump on her head and looked around hesitantly: there was no five-meter-long bed and no gold-edged curtains.
By Muala's standards, this room could only be considered a shed for chores. The bed was narrow, barely wide enough for a frail slave to lie down. The room was completely devoid of decoration, consisting of a cabinet, a table, and a chair, showing few signs of life.
Melia, resigned to her duty, entrusts her personal slave, Taffi, to the kindhearted Ilit. Merchants seek further advice from her, but Melia is struck on the head by an assassin sent by her enemies, leaving her with no idea how to make money. A month later, a buyer finally finds a buyer willing to purchase the amnesiac girl.
The passage flooded into Melia's mind, and she couldn't help but squeeze out a sour lemon expression: "What the hell, this is a plot twist! It's completely illogical—"
Damn "fate", taking advantage of the lack of audience to keep giving up, right?
I almost cleared the level with one click before: the businessmen are not fools. They harmed her to make money. If they could make more money by cooperating, why would they make it difficult for her?
Apart from anything else, the technology of papermaking, printing and milling alone is enough to make all the "creditors" change their attitudes 180 degrees and worship her as their grandmother.
It doesn’t matter, there’s still time to change now.
Although it is a "fate" forged by fairies, the actors in it are real people and can break the situation at any time.
She closed her eyes and tried to recall the mill blueprints designed by Teacher Pados, and gradually a layer of cold sweat appeared on her face.
Oh no, I can't remember anything at all. Not only the mill, but also the key steps of printing and papermaking. Any modern technology that could make money is overshadowed.
Ha, Melia opened her eyes with a wry smile.
This is really too much, filling the gaps in knowledge as if they were holes? Is this what it feels like to be at odds with the world?
She groped her way to her feet and put on her shoes.
It's strange, even though it was resold, she was still wearing the same gorgeous dress, and even her golden slippers were the same, they still hurt her feet.
There was a pair of straw sandals in the corner, which were a little white from washing, but they were definitely more comfortable than the golden slippers, and they could run faster when chasing people.
She took off her golden shoes, put her feet into her straw sandals, and tiptoed to push open the wooden door.
Behind the door was a decent living room, practical and simple, with the cheapest statues and vases. The most luxurious thing in the whole living room was probably the carpet on the floor, which was at least peeled off from wild animals.
The footsteps were heavy and slow.
Melia lifted her skirt and looked at the window: It's about two stories high here. If there is no other way, she can just jump down.
But don't take any chances yet. If you break a leg here, your fate will be hard to change. The fictional world is controlled by a spinning thread, so you can't rely on luck.
"Meliya? You're finally awake! Oh, I finally got you."
The greasy sound made people's hair stand on end. Malakis came staggering over with a bulging belly, and two skinny female slaves were holding their arms with difficulty.
Malachis trembled with excitement and fell onto the blanket with a "Ouch!" His grease-laden body uttered a painful slapping sound. The female slaves pitifully grabbed his hands and feet, desperately trying to pull him out, but they couldn't drag him up.
Seeing the slaves frantically working, Melia couldn't help herself. She grabbed Malakis' arm and lifted him up. "Really? I told you to get some strong men to help lift him!"
Malakis cried out in grievance, "I've invited you!"
Hey, are you coming over?
Melia's puzzled eyes reflected Malakis's equally surprised face: "Did I ask you?" Well, it was my mouth that said it, it had nothing to do with my brain.
His face flushed, his eyes drifting away: "I don't remember, I just like female slaves, what's it to you..."
Malakis had liked Melia for a long time, that vicious yet beautiful girl, and even found her cute when she scolded the slaves.
"Wa ...
[In order to buy Melia, he had to sell several manors and lands after being defrauded many times, leaving only the villa in the city.]
Hey, do you have to be so miserable?
Melia took a deep breath and worked together with the slaves to pull him up.
This is unfortunate. In the original novel, he forced the original owner to stay for a few nights, so it was normal for him to be despised and spitted on. Later, the original owner turned against him and was treated as a piece of trash by Elena and eliminated.
Unexpectedly, the Fairy Queen's adaptation did not let him go either. Perhaps in order to prevent the invaders from taking advantage of the situation to make a comeback, she forced him to go bankrupt in advance.
Just as Malakis was about to stand firm, he heard a compassionate voice: "Pay attention to your exercise next time. Also, don't invest your money recklessly or buy things carelessly. If all else fails, go find a class at Ilitte's."
"knew……"
[“Haha, thank you very much, Miss Melia, will you really give me some money?”]
He clenched his fists, a little confused about which side was reality:
What? My brother's scam has driven me crazy. I'm starting to hallucinate. When has Melia ever shared my money? She's always so high and mighty, wanting to whip everyone like dogs.
But he just liked this about her: Melia treated everyone as a dog slave, not just him.
Malakis' fingers trembled slightly. The thought of scamming people brought back bad memories: What if I put it there? No one looked down on me, everyone treated me like a fat pig. If I didn't know once or twice, how could I tell after three or four times?
They all have a good relationship with each other, share money and eat together, but they just don’t treat him as a human being... If he doesn’t hand over money to "invest" together, no friends will be willing to pay attention to him.
"Malakis, Malakis?"
The girl put her hands on his shoulders and shook him vigorously: "Wake up, I need to trouble you for something."
"Borrow money..."
"Tsk, I'm not borrowing money." Melia's emerald eyes flashed with a strange yet familiar look: "I want to see Elena."
Elena? Oh, it's the Seventh Prince.
I don't understand why Miss Melia wants to find the Seventh Prince, but I want to help her.
Malakis suddenly felt his body lighten, and he raised his hands and flapped them uncontrollably: "I like you, Melia." His voice was flat and even.
"Wake up!" Melia screamed and stepped back in fear.
[Meliya rejected Malakis's advances, and the man was so angry that he decided to force her to submit!]
No, I don’t want to… do I?
Malakis looked up at the girl's innocent and lovely face. "Don't you want to?" "How could that be? I really like Melia."
She was so proud, so beautiful, and so... gentle. Gentle? Yes, she was actually very gentle to me. I can't remember when, but she definitely had a nice talk with me and warned me not to let myself be fooled.
Someone this gentle would definitely understand my difficulties, right? I spent so much money.
I can't control myself right now. I'm sorry, Miss Melia—you're so gentle, you'll definitely forgive me.
He completely let himself go, closed his eyes and pouted: "I can't control myself--" Momo~ He opened his two fat arms vigorously, scaring the slaves to scatter like birds and beasts. Oh my god, he must have broken his ankle by falling like that!
"Malakis, return to normal!"
"No~" I can't remember anything~~Hehehe, even if it is an illusion, as long as I am with Melia hehehehe...ah!
A heavy blow came from the nose!
Hiss… Melia raised her fist, and bang! Malakis fell to the ground with a thud.
"Are you awake now?"
"Cough, cough cough"
Malakis raised his head in a daze and felt blood foam flowing out of his nostrils.
Melia wiped him with a cloth dipped in cold water. The girl's expression was so calm, without any contempt or anger, only trust as a matter of course. She really believed that he couldn't control himself, although it was true.
"Hey, isn't this Malakis? Your estate isn't producing much, so why not grow grapes instead?"
"Hey, do you want to sell stone sculptures with me? You don't understand art."
"Why are you asking so many questions? How could I possibly lie to you?"
The chaotic sound passed through the eardrums, but stopped abruptly when it met Melia's gaze.
So quiet. Why do I feel like if I trust her... everything will be alright? I'm just, just being trusted a little bit, that's all.
"Wow, I'm fine." Malakis lowered his head, trying to hide the tears on his face.
"It's okay, it's okay. Remember to take me to see Elena after you've rested~"
"Um!"
Malakis nodded vigorously, vaguely remembering something: "By the way, Miss Melia. I remember Ilit..." She also wanted to buy you.
But why was it me who bought Melia?
Halfway through his words, he heard footsteps on the stairs, and the thin maid announced loudly: "Master, a slave wants to see his mistress."
"It's Taffy." Melia stood up happily, threw away her handkerchief and ran downstairs. Great, it seems that not only she, but others can also change the script!
Click, one step, two steps, three steps.
The clock hands pointed to ten o'clock.
…
Melia woke up from the darkness and this time couldn't even see the furnishings clearly.
"Is anyone there? Can I have a candle?"
No way, could it be that "fate" can no longer play tricks on her and directly sends her to the tomb or under the cabin to kill her with one click.
"...No." A girl's voice came from the darkness. It was not Taffy, but she was equally young.
"Huh~ Great, where is this place?"
"...I'm almost dead, and you're still in the mood to joke?"
Is this really a plot about being buried in a cemetery?!
Melia stood up suddenly, and the back of her foot seemed to hit something sharp, almost piercing her skin. She squatted down and felt carefully, slowly picking up a short spear.
The spear body is made of wood, only slightly longer than the forearm, and the tip is roughly polished, possibly bronze or bone.
To escape Malachis's entanglement, Melia was forced to beat her master and was brought to court by the slaves. According to the law, her right hand should have been chopped off, but after waking up, Malachis and her uncle Mario interceded for mercy, and the punishment was changed to a beast fight.
Wait, is this really going to be better? A young man with no training is going to die fighting a wild beast, you bastard!
Melia held up the short spear, almost weeping. "This thing, both in shape and quality, is meant for throwing. How many ordinary people could hit a moving target with a javelin?"
Clang, clang, clang.
The fence slowly rose, and a beam of light shone into the dark room.
Don't panic, my uncle is the owner of the fighting arena, he will definitely arrange a strong roommate to take me flying. Melia turned around with hope, but her eyes went dark: Oh my god, my roommate's arms are thinner than mine, let me start over!
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It's almost finished~ You can mention what extra chapters you'd like to see in the comments section, and I'll try my best to write them if they're suitable! Muah~
Thanks to nanaya_scarlet's Lei Lei~
Thanks to 9喵 and Fujimaru Hakuno for their support~
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