Chapter 61 The Thread Manipulator: Princess is very familiar with this place.
Andra racked his brains to answer, and finally saw the little princess smile.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Eleanor's lovely face.
Ding-dong~ The carriage quickly came to a stop.
Andra jumped off the carriage first, took out four copper coins from her purse to pay the fare, and then very naturally blocked the slaves and personally opened her arms to hug the little princess.
rustle.
As she embraced Eleanor, a rare surge of joy welled up inside her: So soft, Eleanor...so soft.
Andra was too embarrassed to smell it, but her cheeks still flushed from the rising aroma.
The delicate and adorable little princess in her arms reminded her of a rag doll.
Nolana is a popular place for all kinds of plush toys.
Even children in the countryside would collect old strips of linen, wrap them into a ball, and then add eyes with stones or paint, introducing "her child" to their friends during playtime.
This wasn't popular in Hetuya. The children's toys were mostly cow and sheep bones, bows and arrows, and the family dog. For those who wanted something a little more luxurious, there were also ponies and calves.
But a princess who married Aguno brought with her many rag dolls.
These dolls are not spheres made of scraps of linen, but rather works of art meticulously woven by artisans using extremely fine fabric mixed with herbal powders and plant fibers.
The princess's dolls were exquisitely beautiful, with makeup and clothing done by renowned artists... even their eyes were made of rubies and sapphires, and their skirts were adorned with pearls and small gemstones.
Andra naturally also developed some interest in these beautiful dolls.
However, the beautiful queen later became depressed because her mother's tribe got lost in a blizzard and the tribal chief was replaced. She even gave Aguno the cold shoulder.
Rumors began to circulate in the palace that the princess had a new lover.
Later, these rumors were replaced by another, more dangerous one—witchcraft. And so the beautiful queen and her doll vanished in the flames...
"Andra? Andra~" The little princess, whose feet were lifted off the ground by her hug, pinched her cheeks in dissatisfaction.
"Oh right, Lily, we've arrived! Let's go inside and take a look."
Andra quickly snapped out of her daze, then contentedly carried Eleanor inside. Her little princess didn't need to worry about such things; she would protect her forever.
"Hey, put me down first..."
Eleanor tapped her shoulder with a hint of exasperation, then sighed and lowered her head amidst Andra's laughter, her long hair obscuring her unfathomable eyes.
...
A lithe young girl walked through the market gate.
Her still-grown body wasn't particularly striking, and while her golden-red hair was indeed dazzling, it was only on par with the best quality hair.
However, that face was so handsome and dazzling that it stung the eyes of anyone who looked directly at it, like the sun itself.
Everyone who notices this girl can't help but glance at her perfectly sculpted features, drawn in by an inexplicable attraction.
But after a while, they would always notice that she was holding a stunningly beautiful young girl in her arms, no... not a young girl, just a little girl?
When people realize the girl's age, they tend to overlook the deeper emotions in her clear eyes and gradually forget the charm that transcends her age.
"Come on, follow me."
Eleanor struggled to land on the ground after entering, and the two well-dressed girls blended into the bustling crowd as easily as two drops of water.
Andra gripped the little princess's hand tightly, glancing around nervously: thankfully, there seemed to be no suspicious people around, let alone assassins intending to kill her.
She unconsciously walked forward to lead the way for the princess, but Eleanor naturally headed towards a corner of the market.
Her Highness is very familiar with this place.
Andra quickened his pace as he watched Eleanor's brisk retreating figure.
The little princess was like a butterfly intoxicated by honey, landing here and there.
She didn't focus on the most common items in the market, but instead paid attention to the odds and ends of jewelry in the corner: of course, you can buy gold and silver jewelry here, but neither the price nor the quality is worth the price.
As Andra watched the princess lift a heavy gold chain, he couldn't help but shake his head from the bottom of his heart: no matter how expensive that thick gold chain was, it was not suitable for the princess to wear.
"I want this, this, and this."
The little princess couldn't hear Andra's thoughts. With a flick of her index finger, she bought set after set of accessories in a short time, enough to wear from head to toe, each piece being a very heavy piece of pure gold.
Andra wanted to go and dissuade her, but when she saw the little princess's bright eyes, she swallowed her words of objection.
Well, maybe the little princess just likes this style? King Nolana certainly won't reward her with similar accessories, so let her buy as much as she wants here.
More and more jewelry piled up on the slave's body, but fortunately, the weight was nothing to this royal guard, and she remained steady by the princess's side.
If it weren't for the fact that the two eyeballs were still moving, it wouldn't really look like a living person.
Eleanor bought a great deal, nodding only when the jewelry box was above the guard's head, before suddenly turning and walking in another direction.
She walked along the stone-paved road into a narrow alley, and soon led them away from the exhibition area and the bustling crowd, brushing against the arms of the servants as they arrived at the shantytown where the slaves lived.
There are rows of wooden cages placed side by side, some outside the tent and some inside.
The servants wandered around outside the cage, carrying buckets, spoons, and all sorts of tools.
Andra's gaze swept quickly across everyone, especially the weapons they were carrying.
Fortunately, apart from two strong guards with whips hanging from their waists, the others had heavy iron balls and stones locked around their ankles, so they were unlikely to cause them any trouble.
Pat-pat.
In the few seconds she spent observing the slaves, the little princess was walking towards the tent.
Andra noticed the suspicious stains on the ground and quickly grabbed the princess's shoulder and dragged her back into the alley.
"Lily, it's too dirty here, you'll get your shoes dirty."
Eleanor turned around, looked at Andra's indifferent expression, and asked softly, "What do you think of this place?"
Was the princess asking about this filthy place? Or was she asking about the market in Norlana?
"The markets in the capital are naturally excellent."
After thinking for a moment, Andra replied, "However, there are probably too many slaves here, so the merchants only put on a show in the display area. The environment inside is not as clean as the market in the capital's commercial district."
As expected of Andra.
Eleanor pursed her lips: even when it was something she had absolutely no interest in, she could instinctively avoid talking about things the other person didn't want to hear.
She didn't insist on running into the tent, but instead stood on tiptoe and waited silently with Andra.
She waited until Manzhu and Jingji caught up before saying to Jingji in the alley, "There's a scholar named Hudora in that tent. She wrote a book that I really enjoyed. Go and buy all the people in that tent."
"Yes." Thorn didn't ask any questions and ran straight over.
Andra, however, seemed to be deep in thought: Could it be that Her Highness the Princess came here today for this person?
Manju walked between the princess and the knight, and Eleanor had something to tell her.
She said, "There is a very tall soldier in the iron cage in the middle of the exhibition area. You can wait there and guard the cage."
When Scarface strikes up a conversation with her, go over and say you want to buy her, even if it costs a bit more. If Scarface refuses to sell, tell her you plan to offer the giant to royalty.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Manzhu nodded but did not leave immediately. She said with distress, "You have too few people around you."
Eleanor chuckled softly, "It's alright, Andra and my guards are all here."
Manzhu hesitated, then said: "That's why she's worried."
The royal court's assassins are certainly very loyal, but what is Andra anyway?
However, firstly, she didn't want to disobey the princess's orders. Secondly, as a princess from a neighboring country, Andra had no reason to harm the little princess.
So Manzhu hesitated for a moment, then left the alley, turning back every few steps, leaving behind only the two girls and a silent figure.
After Manju left, Eleanor also walked out along this path.
Andra quickly followed and said, "Your Highness, shall we go and look at some other goods?"
Eleanor took a few more steps and suddenly stopped at a fork in the road.
She pointed to one of the dark alleys and said in a faint voice, "Actually, if we had a few people here, they could have hurt us."
How is that possible?
Andra's somewhat mocking gaze suddenly sharpened as it swept across the alley.
A dangerous intuition pierced her nerves and quickly vanished; there was clearly no one there... but her intuition agreed with the princess's words.
Her expression turned serious, and she nodded, saying, "You're right, let's go back as soon as possible."
"No, it's not time yet."
Princess led Andra through the alleyways to the edge of the market where horses were being sold.
The goods here are not limited to humans; cattle and horses are separated from human slaves by only a wall.
The main difference between the two is that slave owners did not use cages to confine cattle and horses, but instead tied their tamed animals to stakes to wait for buyers.
The little princess walked to the stable and turned her face: "Help me choose a horse, I need three."
Andra's gaze swept over the silent guard beside him: Three horses? So that includes this slave too?
Horses are expensive, and good horses are even more expensive. But as Princess Eleanor, she could easily afford three decent horses. And even if she ran out of pocket money, Eva would reimburse her.
She looked away and began to carefully select items.
As a Hetuya, and a princess who grew up in the Hetuya royal court, Andra naturally knew a lot about horses.
She knew that truly exceptional horses rarely appeared at such markets, but were reserved for special gifts and tributes.
Although talking to the wealthy merchants might allow her to discover some hidden treasures, she didn't do so.
The little princess just suddenly wanted to ride a horse; she didn't actually want to buy a really good horse.
So she picked out three horses at a very good price while haggling fiercely with the merchants next to her. In a short time, she found three horses that were very cost-effective.
The princess's chestnut horse is beautiful.
The chestnut horse she chose had a rather uneven coat, but one look at its body and hooves told her it was a powerful horse.
The last blemished horse was for a slave. Its markings were haphazard, but it was still strong and wouldn't be dragged too far by the other two horses when it ran.
The little princess stared at the three horses for a while, then finally nodded and asked her to take out the prepared gold coins from her bag.
"Fallen Leaf, put everything you bought on the horse."
Andra paused for a moment, then quickly realized that Eleanor was calling out the slave's name. Slaves had names? No... she remembered the slave's name?
"Yes, Your Highness." Without hesitation, Luo Ye tied all the jewelry boxes together with rope and piled them on the scraggly horse.
Then the princess patted the beautiful chestnut horse and said to Fallen Leaves, "Come, you ride this one."
Luo Ye hesitated for a second this time, but her body moved immediately upon receiving the command, and she readily mounted the horse.
“Your Highness…” Andra couldn’t help but frown, but then he saw Eleanor smile.
The little princess affectionately reached out her hand and said softly, "I can't ride a horse, can you teach me?" Her eyes crinkled, and she delicately opened her arms for someone to lift her up.
Andra shrugged and lifted the little princess onto the last chestnut horse.
Eleanor sat firmly on the horse, and Andra's warm body temperature slowly rose up behind her.
"......"
The little princess pulled out the small riding whip that came with the horse purchase and casually pointed it into the distance.
"Alright~ Let's go check out the Legion now."
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