Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 729 Rainey is actually the eldest miss
wow~

Stretch out the curtains and open the windows. Although the cold weather will quickly lower the room temperature, it is still more important to dissipate the ambiguous smell in the room.

The morning light reflected on Cyrus' cheeks, his cool expression softened a bit, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, moistened to the point of numbness in his heart, and his face was even more radiant in the morning.

just~

When she glanced at the messy bedding and someone who was depressed, the corners of her mouth still couldn't help twitching, she raised her leg and kicked the bed leg, and said contemptuously: "Why, you want me to buy an old hen, add half a catty of wolfberry Stewed Bubu for you?"

Ye Lin, who was half lying on the pillow, twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he had been squeezed by something, his expression was gloomy.

Cyrus, who was already well-dressed and had a look of "I'm so happy", if she threw some jingling gold coins on the ground, it would be like a handout from a rich woman.

Take it, and buy something for yourself to replenish your body.

"Now, I'm going down to eat, you hurry up and make this bed up." The cold and arrogant Cyrus stared at him, and he grabbed the doorknob with all his strength, his arms trembled suddenly, and his momentum instantly became like a deflated ball.

After going down, there should be a playful look.

The third princess had an elegant demeanor, sipping a cup of fragrant coffee at the tea table, looking towards the stairs, looking at Cyrus who was going downstairs in a stiff and awkward posture, and raised her eyebrows secretly.

He doesn't look like he has bruised knees when he walks, but the radiance on his cheeks can't be deceiving. He tries to put on a cool look, but the result is that he looks a little arrogant.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Isabella always feels that this best friend of hers has become more voluptuous, that is, a little plumper overnight, and she has begun to reveal a curator-type charm.

Rennie happened to come in from outside the door, still holding something in his hand, and whispered: "Your Highness, the local mayor, wants to invite you as a guest, and is already waiting outside the door."

"Mayor? Just say I'm busy, thank you and send me away."

Putting down the coffee, she declined casually. She was only staying here temporarily, and she might leave in the afternoon or tomorrow, and she didn't have that much thought about socializing with local celebrities.

With a slight nod, Rennie was about to leave, and suddenly remembered what the mayor gave him, a box of beautifully packaged snacks, which was placed on the tea table.

"Wait, Rainey."

The third princess stared at the decoration of the wooden box, flicked her slender fingers, and asked after a while, "Cyrus, do you have any impression?"

Sniffing his nose, Cyrus managed to regain his composure, and said calmly, "Osmanthus cake, Hutton Marr also sells it. Speaking of which, some sweet-scented osmanthus just passed the flowering period, so it's in season."

"No, no, I mean, I have an impression of when I bought this small manor."

Isabella still decided to take a look, not for anything else, at least to ask the mayor who took care of the sanitation of the villa.

The mayor is an elderly man with white beard and hair trimmed cleanly. He is wearing a black leather jacket, but there are some signs of wear and tear on the edges.

Immediately after seeing Isabella, he took off his round manners, bowed respectfully and saluted, and his eyes showed deep gratitude. Although the princess hadn't been here for about four years, he was still impressed by her noble appearance at first sight. I recognized it.

"Oh, I remembered." A flash of lightning flashed in Isabella's mind, and she said clearly, "I seem to think that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake here is delicious, and I bought the house after staying for a few more days."

"It is our honor to be praised by Your Royal Highness." The mayor bent slightly to salute again, but Isabella did not refuse and accepted it calmly.

This is in the territory of Delos, and she is the glorious third princess of the empire. She should have been treated respectfully by the officials in the territory, and there is no reason not to accept her.

She invited the mayor to sit in the living room, but the mayor was keenly aware that the princess had other guests, and politely declined.

After some courteous words, the mayor bowed away full of gratitude, leaving behind the third princess who was a little bit sad. Many things had long been forgotten before anyone mentioned them.

Her yard is indeed taken care of by people in the town, and the reason is not to please, but to be grateful.

"Four years ago, Cyrus and I traveled here to play, and happened to meet the local lord who forced conscription, and then I scolded him away, disturbing my mood of playing."

The third princess, who has always been an optimist and free-spirited, had a rare look of nostalgia. She opened the box and picked up a piece of beautifully colored sweet-scented osmanthus cake. It tasted very fragrant and sweet when she put it in her mouth.

Rennie looked away from the pastry, and asked curiously: "Your Highness, we are not many soldiers, why do we still force conscription?"

She used to be a member of Barn's Iron Wolf Knights, and she was no stranger to noble conscription. The empire allowed nobles to have a certain number of family private soldiers.

In addition, the nobles are also happy to train some gladiators to participate in some bloody competitions, such as the Imperial Arena and so on.

However, nobles seldom engage in compulsory conscription. They often collect the talents they need in the name of "mortgage taxation" and "providing benefits" which seem to be cost-effective but actually hypocritical.

"Ah, this... that may be the only mandatory conscription in the empire in the past few years."

The third princess suddenly looked a little embarrassed and awkward, and her answer was wrong, she hurriedly said: "Lenny will buy some from the town when you get home, it's delicious."

Not long after coming down from upstairs, Ye Lin quietly tugged on Rennie's clothes, and reminded in a low voice: "Four years ago, the Delos Empire recruited troops on a large scale, and then quickly captured Bel Mare."

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"Boss, I really don't want to fight. I was able to participate in the knight assessment because my mother said that if I become a knight, my family will get some benefits."

Rennie bought a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the shop in the town, but he lowered his head and sighed for a while.

Except for girls from military families like Cyrus, there are very few girls who are willing to put on heavy armor, hold a steel sword, and fight the enemy with blood.

Beautiful skirts, desserts and black tea are the leisure life girls should have.

It's just that she has a younger brother, and her family's financial resources are limited. At the beginning, she signed up with the hope that if she could become a knight, she would be able to exempt part of the tax and the knight's reward.

Ye Lin on the side looked up at the sky, it was clear and clean, without any filth, and sighed softly: "Yes, once you have achieved success, you are very good at passing the examination, Rennie."

It is undoubtedly better to become an ordinary soldier, and pass the assessment to become an alternate junior knight, and the latter has more opportunities to be promoted.

"Hey, mention this, boss, I was No.2 in the assessment back then!"

Rennie was proud for a while, then blushed again, glanced at him secretly, and said a little embarrassedly: "Boss, can you take me home?"

Her home is far away from here, and if she rides a horse, she has to run until the evening, and there must be no accidents on the road, and the weather is so cold.

"Well, no problem, shall we go now?"

……

An ordinary Dornier sailed to Rainey's home, a small city near Pros Hill. It is said that there is a local training ground not far from the city for recruits to train.

"Renny Blaineth Kirk, Hyatt, have you ever heard of this surname?"

The third princess watched the airship turn into a small black spot in the sky, probably the mayor's visit brought back a lot of memories for her.

When she saw Rennie leave, she suddenly thought of something extra.

Hiate nodded slightly, pinched a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and tasted it, "I do have a little impression, but I can't bring it out of my mind for a while."

She is also the noble daughter of Delos. Now that Isabella deliberately mentioned such an incident, she immediately guessed it.

Rainey is also a nobleman.

In other words, the aristocrats who have long since declined, and even Rennie himself is not very clear about the fact that he was once a noble lady.

Now she is the deputy store manager of Hutton Marr, one of the three knights under Yelin's name.

"Blaineth Kirk is a baron, but he has no fiefdom, and his life is relatively simple. Unfortunately, he passed away and his title was too low to inherit. Rennie was too young to support the family, so he moved."

Isabella pursed her lips and smiled, forget it, there is no need to expose this matter, and there is no need to restore the title, Rennie is quite happy now.

(End of this chapter)