It was bustling outside, but a long queue still formed in front of the interpreter's shop. Counting, Ron was the sixth one there!
Of the five people in front, one had already entered the store, while the four outside were not paying much attention to the Sky Magic Crystal Cart, but rather to the succubus Fanny inside.
The store is located at the street corner.
Ron looked at the boy in front of him, who seemed dejected, and muttered to himself, "I hope Miss Fanny can help me this time!"
"I wonder if you're having any difficulties?" Ron's curiosity was piqued, and he tried to inquire.
It turns out that the boy in front of him was so focused on his own thoughts that he didn't even realize that the lord was right beside him!
"Lord... Lord..."
"No need for that. Tell me, what trouble you're in?"
Ron could also use this to speculate whether the succubus Vannie had misused her charms, and now it seems she hadn't.
"My lord, I had a fight with my lover Yolanda, so I came here to see if Miss Fanny could help?"
"Oh, is that so!"
Ron nodded to himself, "I'll let you off the hook, little succubus Fanny!"
No, just in case this was a probabilistic event, Ron went to ask the three people in front of him himself.
When one of them answered, his admiration for Fanny was too obvious; there might be something fishy going on. He caught one of them and rushed off to deliver the magic crystals.
The other two both have their own problems: one has failed in business and is seeking psychological comfort, and the other's child has aphasia and they hope Miss Fanny can provide a solution.
Overall, it's pretty good!
"You lot, once you go inside, you are not allowed to say that the lord has arrived."
"Yes, sir!"
"Does the lord intend to go in? Then..."
"No need, I prefer to queue!"
Anyway, there aren't too many people in front, so it'll save us from cutting in line. It'll also show the nearby residents that our lord is orderly.
Such an approachable lord has once again slightly improved the impression he has on his subjects.
Ron's thinking is different from that of the other nobles, and he should set an example for them!
The epic records Ron's final actions as one of its many chapters...
After a long while, it was finally Ron's turn. And because Ron waited for Fanny for a long time, Fanny's life and profession as an interpreter became widely known.
Ron is currently more famous than any celebrity in Sandy.
Behind the shop curtain, there was another door. Fanny, wearing a face mask, sat elegantly in a private seat. In front of Fanny was a table, and several chairs were placed on the table facing Ron.
Sometimes, a child with psychological symptoms is brought along, either to listen in or to leave first.
"Young man of the territory, please sit down and let's talk about your business!" Fanny asked casually as she turned around, holding a cup of the otherworldly specialty black tea.
The distinctive black tea, originating from Lord Ron's manor, has unknowingly become a regular beverage for a considerable number of people.
This question is likely in professional jargon.
This also shows how busy Fanny is! Look, she's even used to preparing to entertain guests while simultaneously engaging in conversation.
"Lord... no, Master!"
Ron could see the surprised look in Fanny's eyes through her face mask.
However, Ron frowned slightly: "When you address someone as 'Lord' outside the lord's manor, don't forget you still have a mission."
Ron hadn't forgotten Vicky's warning about a certain assassin organization in the Underdark. Hopefully, Fanny could give him a surprise!
"Understood, my lord." As she said this, Fanny did not forget to give a seductive look.
Ron snorted coldly: "Don't forget, you're not allowed to use charm magic indiscriminately!"
"My lord, this servant has none!"
Seeing the succubus Fanny's aggrieved expression, Ron said sternly, "And you're not allowed to call yourself a little slave. It seems the training I've given you isn't enough!"
Fanny retorted softly, unwilling to accept defeat. It was rare for the little succubus to have the mind to contradict Ron.
"How can you say you haven't been trained enough? Take the goal of buying a house, for example. I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve it. The house price is too high. But you only receive a small amount of magic crystals for helping someone out. If you charge too much, people won't want to come. Besides, Master doesn't allow his little slave to use charm magic..."
When did Fanny become able to complain so much? It seems the succubus has deeply experienced the pain of being a mortgage slave, and besides, she also has to collect rent for this shop.
"Look at you, calling yourself master and then referring to yourself as a slave!"
Faced with Ron's increasingly hostile attitude, the succubus Vannie dared not say anything more, but her aggrieved expression became more and more obvious.
a long time……
Ron suppressed a laugh and officially decided to let Fanny go.
That amount of pressure should be enough to discipline your subordinates; the rest should be rewarded with a treat.
"Miss Fanny, your problem is easy to solve, isn't it? This lord is here!"
Fanny was overjoyed: "My lord, are you going to give me... no, Fanny the magic crystal?"
"Dream on!"
"There are no more magic crystals available directly, but I can show you a way to earn them."
"I, the lord, have come in person and have waited for quite some time. I believe many spies have already learned that the major powers on the continent are extremely curious about the development of Sandy Territory!"
"The first interpreter of language profession on the continent, have you received any suspicious guests lately?"
Fanny thought for a moment, then replied uncertainly, "My lord, there should be! Suspicious!"
Fanny recalled the figure of a woman in a suspicious magic robe.
Yes, that should be it.
Ron cleared his throat: "Listen, from today onwards, you, the interpreter, will only entertain guests of taste and wealth at night. There will be a tea fee, a seating fee, and an hourly fee..."
"..."
After a long silence, Fanny exclaimed, "My lord, do we have to charge for the tea too? Am I not a cryptic interpreter, but... a merchant now?!"
"Of course not, we're dealing with people who have power and money, you know?"
A group of spies from mainland forces—anyway, those people have enough funds to operate!
"Anyway, do you understand?"
"Understood, my lord. Fanny wanted to ask, have you ever come into contact with demons? How so..."
A complete set, right?
Ron just snorted coldly: "What devils and all that nonsense. Fanny, you need to understand what nobility means. It's about appearances, appearances, you know? Never talk to people about magic crystals in person. Afterwards, just talk to their subordinates. But make sure the toll booth sign is up properly at night. During the day, you must serve the commoners. My people are in trouble..."
The succubus Fanny, who had been in the dimensional world for over a month, was stunned by what she heard, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "It's such a waste that my master isn't a devil..."
Feeling that she had said enough, Rita couldn't discern anything, but Vivian had already quietly smiled. As expected of the young master!
Ron said again, "Very well, now you can do the work again! Let me hear how you work."
Ron certainly wouldn't say it was out of curiosity.
He led the group into the back room.
After confirming that there is no soundproofing magic here, we will wait quietly.
After a long while, probably after the lord had finished his business, another anxious resident arrived!
"Miss Fanny! My wife is so worried about our child's performance at the Magic and Martial Arts Academy, she's practically obsessed! Miss Fanny, what do you think..."
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