Mu Qingge gave a bitter smile and said, "Your Highness... do I have any other choice?"
Thirty miles outside Danshui City, in the mountains, Mu Qingge saw the place where she needed to serve. In a secluded valley, rows of wooden houses were nestled, where countless handsome men and beautiful women read and played, each with a satisfied and happy expression on their face.
Mu Qingge's eyes began to light up uncontrollably. She was extremely satisfied with the work environment, and the pent-up frustration in her chest subsided considerably.
"Mu! You need to learn to control yourself from now on... Do you understand? A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow... If it does, it will knock your teeth out."
Qin Mo's cold voice rang in Mu Qingge's ears. Now that he had become her subordinate, Qin Mo needed to emphasize work discipline to her.
"Oh! Your Highness, please rest assured, as a noble elf, I would not act recklessly. May I ask what I can do for Your Highness?"
Mu Qingge's voice was very magnetic, and her posture was very elegant. In just a few words and a few actions, she had already attracted many girls to look over here.
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Teach these young Russian nobles etiquette and common sense; teach them French, Italian, and even ancient Latin. In short, make them look like nobles... no... they must be nobles.
“Your Highness, impersonating a nobleman is punishable by hanging, and the temperament of a nobleman needs to be cultivated from the beginning. You have only given me ten years, which I am afraid will not satisfy you.”
"Heh! Ten years isn't enough? I didn't give you ten years. At most, five years. I need them. If you can't do that, then you can serve me here for the rest of your life!" Qin Mo's originally calm face broke into a smile, which sent chills down Mu Qingge's spine.
"I wonder where Your Highness intends to use them?" Mu Qingge asked respectfully, though he had some guesses in his mind but was not sure.
"Cloak and sword... Do you understand?"
"Understood, Your Highness. Your subordinate will do your best to satisfy you."
Mu Qingge bowed slightly as she respectfully saw Qin Mo off. Then, glancing at the curious Rakshasa girls, she thought to herself, "Since they're using Rakshasa people, they must be going to Xizhou! Perhaps... I, Celeste, will have a chance to go back."
"I heard you came from Xizhou and have some connection with the Holy Temple?"
Mu Qingge whirled around and found a figure standing silently right behind him, inches away. Cold sweat instantly poured down his back. He hadn't noticed the person at such close range, which showed just how strong the opponent was.
When he saw the other person's long ears and felt the inexplicable pressure, he quickly bowed with an attitude much more respectful than he had shown to Qin Mo.
"Sisleyt Uriel, a descendant of the Silvermoon Tribe, pays his respects to Lord Allen!"
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