Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

The Granter block in the central city of Inner City is an upper-class block where middle-class families live.

The two-story townhouse building does not have dozens of rooms at every turn like the mansions in the top affluent districts. There are still a dozen rooms. Like the 16-year-old maid Claire, one can have one under the stairs. A maid’s room changed from a utility room.

At dawn, the little maid woke up, changed into the maid uniform quickly, and ran to the washbasin in the yard to wash up. She refreshed herself and went to the kitchen to get a basket. Then she ran to knock on the living room south. Side, the innermost room of the corridor, whispered softly: "Ms. Will, I'm ready."

After a while, Ms. Will, the housekeeper with neatly coiled hair, came out of the room wearing a blue long dress that fell down to her calf and carrying a delicate handbag.

Ms. Weir looked up and down Claire critically, staring at her somewhat messy hair braids for a while, a little displeased, but didn't say anything, just said: "Let's go."

"Yes." Claire carried the basket and followed Ms. Will out the door.

The host of this house will get up in two hours, eat breakfast, and start the day; the maid Claire and the housekeeper Ms. Will need to iron the host’s shirt and formal clothes before 8:30 and prepare the family’s breakfast.

After sending off the hostess, Ms. Will will iron the long skirts and gowns that the hostess will wear for the party, and prepare the matching jewelry. Claire has to clean the tableware and clean the places; if the hostess wants to hold a tea party at home, they Have to prepare fruit snacks in advance.

It was only six o'clock in the morning when the Mary Street Market, which was adjacent to Grantham Street, was already lively. Claire followed Ms. Will to the market on foot, and familiar vegetable vendors greeted them enthusiastically: " Good morning, Mrs. Will, let's take a look at today's celery. It was delivered from the country in the middle of the night. It is very fresh!"

When Claire heard the greeting, she knew that there would be an extra celery salad for breakfast... Ms. Will likes to be called his wife very much. If the dishes are fresh, then she will definitely pay for it.

Sure enough, Ms. Will bought two large handfuls of celery from this sweet-smelling vegetable vendor, and picked a few tomatoes and a roll of cabbage.

People in the nearby blocks are used to shopping at the Mary Street Market. The maids and butlers in Granter Street who are well-dressed and don’t care about one or two copper coins are the favorite customers of the vendors on this street, of course. They are also more picky than the housewives in the civilian neighborhoods, and poor-looking goods won’t get into their eyes.

After walking a small street, the basket that Claire was carrying was mostly loaded.

"Why don't I have any fresh apples today?" Ms. Will was dissatisfied after strolling around several fruit stalls in a row. She took out her pocket watch and checked the time. When she was about to move on to the next house, a boy in a red cloak was reckless. Bumped to the ground and touched Ms. Will's elbow.

When Ms. Will was about to get angry, the little boy raised his head in amazement. The beautiful ruddy and white face under the cloak, which was from a good family, was all ashamed: "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I rushed." Tell my sister the good news, but didn't pay attention to the front."

When Ms. Weir saw this boy who was more refined than the host’s young master, her anger was half gone. Seeing his handsome young man's suit, her anger was completely gone, and she smiled and said:" You are too careless, no matter how urgent it is, it depends on the way."

In this world, dress is the best business card—a good-textured red cape with a hood, a small shirt with a checkered coat and vest, and bright leather shoes that are cleanly polished. This boy appeared in decent people’s The tea party will not appear abrupt, and Ms. Will's temper will naturally get better.

The little boy was probably very grateful for Ms. Will’s generosity. He quickly took it out of his formal pocket. Amidst the sound of the silver coin crashing, he took out a business card printed with beautiful patterns and handed it over, and said sincerely: "Please let me pass this The good news also tells you, madam, there is a wonderful shop at 063 Plantation Avenue that is suitable for an elegant lady like you. They have very magical technology that will allow you to spend the most perfect afternoon."

If this business card was handed out by a door-to-door salesman, Ms. Will would be very impatient to refuse-the butler in Granter Street would refuse this kind of boring salesmanship for the hostess several times a week.

But the other party was a young master who came across by chance and he was from a good family, and seemed to be rushing to inform her sister of the "good news". Ms. Will's resistance was reduced to a very low level, smiling. Took the business card...

"Goodbye, madam, I will take my sister over, maybe we will meet again." The little boy happily waved his hands and ran away.

Ms. Weir put the business card in her handbag and said with emotion, "What a polite boy", she turned her head and continued to purchase, and she quickly put the matter behind her head.

A middle-class house with only four people wants to maintain a daily life close to the decent life of the nobility. The housekeeper and maid are destined to be very busy-especially when ironing long skirts for the hostess, the delicate and cumbersome hand-woven lace is not to mention troublesome. , Ms. Will spent almost half of the morning working on this matter.

It was almost noon when the carriage was brought in and the mistress who was dressed up in flowers was sent out.

The next step is to prepare lunch for the male host at work and the two young hosts at school.

As soon as Mrs. Will had prepared three lunches and invited errands on the street to deliver the meals, she saw the hostess who had just been out for less than an hour and returned with the cautious Claire in a carriage.

"It's really boring. I knew they would invite that nasty guy, so I wouldn't agree to go." The hostess lifted her skirt and got out of the carriage, waving her hand to signal the maid Claire to settle the fare. Ms. Will said, "Replace this dress for me, Will, and then accompany me to find a restaurant on Plant Avenue. I don't want to eat alone at home in such fine weather."

Ms. Will hurriedly responded and reached out to hold the hostess's arm.

People with an annual income of more than fifty gold coins are qualified to learn to imitate the lives of those noble ladies... As published in the newspapers, when it rains, you can enjoy the elegant and sad time alone, and participate in parties and go out when the weather is fine. Dining in high-end restaurants is the most enthusiastic "life habit" of these wealthy middle-class hostesses.

Plant Avenue is a bustling avenue on the central axis of the city of Inadri. There are no workers wearing overalls or civilian women with skirts covering the knees like maids.

Whenever the weather is fine, the whole street is filled with "decent people" with butlers, maids or maids. Most of the men wear tailored suits and bowler hats. Most of the women wear more than two-tiered, capable The long skirts covering the ankles, carrying expensive deerskin bags by themselves, asked the butler or servant to help them lift up the umbrellas.

Ms. Will doesn’t like coming to this street very much. Every time she sees her skirt that can only hang down to her calf in the reflection of the window, she feels ashamed of herself. Compared with the long skirt of the hostess next to her, it is especially dazzling... However, this is not something she can decide.

Today’s weather is very good and the sun is shining. There are especially many people traveling on Plant Avenue. Ms. Will, who is holding a parasol and dangling a handbag from her wrist, accompanies the hostess not long after walking. The lady of the high-end neighborhood.

These ladies like this kind of "random encounter", whether they are familiar with it or not, they have to stop and talk for a while, boasting to each other which wife organized a party, or have met a famous and decent person-based on their cognition Here, just say a few words to these decent people, no matter if the other party remembers who they are, they are considered to know them anyway.

Ms. Will has heard this kind of boring, contentless gossip boasting too many times.

Just as she looked around boredly... Ms. Will suddenly saw a lady walking out of a nearby shop.

The lady's dress is not particularly outstanding, not as good as the extremely gorgeous and complicated long dresses she has arranged for the mistress, but she still caught the eyes of Ms. Will-she is so beautiful!

Ms. Will has organized many tea parties and parties for the hostess, and met many wives and ladies, but these people together cannot be compared with this lady-her exquisite face is no better than that printed in a lady's magazine Those beautiful women are so bad!

Not only Ms. Will, but the men and women passing by, suddenly saw this woman who seemed to have come out of the advertisement, and all stopped in amazement and sighed again and again.

The ladies who were chatting and chatting noticed the strangeness of passers-by, and went to look at the woman who stood proudly and confidently on the side of the road after she walked out of the shop, pretending to be waiting for someone, but actually showing off her beauty.

"When did Inner Deli have such a beautiful lady?" a lady was surprised and jealous, "Which family is that...madam?"

The extremely beautiful and dazzling woman has her hair crossed and has a mature temperament, not quite like a young lady.

The beautiful woman heard the sound, turned her face, her eyes moved slightly, revealing a confident smile that seemed to be close but more ostentatious: "Good day, ladies, the weather today is really good."

Hearing her voice, these ladies standing on the side of the road and gossiping, as well as Ms. Will, their eyes widened and their mouths widened.

"You, you are... Anita?" Ms. Will's mistress said in horror as if she had seen a ghost.

Mrs. Anita raised her chin, as proud as she was.

The store door behind her was pushed open again, and a young girl in a maid uniform holding a parasol, holding a portrait frame, and wearing a maid uniform... it was the maid of Mrs. Anita who was known by all the ladies of the same level.

This group of ladies exploded in no time, forgetting the so-called grace and decency they had maintained before, and one by one they carried their skirts around in amazement.

"Oh my God, it's Anita!"

"Oh my **** Anita, why have you changed so much? We don't even recognize you anymore!"

Ms. Will hurried to follow the hostess, and looked at the crowd behind in surprise, and couldn't help looking at the greatly changed Mrs. Anita.

Mrs. Anita is also a resident in Granter Street, and Ms. Will of course clearly remembers what this lady looked like—she saw her yesterday!

Mrs. Anita triumphantly enjoyed her husband’s praise, beckoned to the close maid to take her photo frame, unwrap the carton, and show off the angel-like "photograph" she just took.

"I took a whole set of photos, and there are still some larger photos that have not been washed out, and can be hung in the living room, the kind of huge photos." Mrs. Anita said.

The ladies were very curious: "Taking pictures? Is it taking pictures? Taking pictures can make you like this?"

Mrs. Anita touched her cheek and said unconsciously: "No, this is just a modification to make a more real and natural me."

Then, she started to show off how beautiful her huge unfinished photos were...

Suddenly, Ms. Will thought of something and looked up in amazement at the number of the shop behind Mrs. Anita.

Under the sign of "Perfect Dream Photo Gallery", the number plate hanging on the side of the gate reads 063 Plant Avenue.

Ms. Will hurriedly put the umbrella handle in her arm, and turned out the business card that she received this morning in her handbag...

Same as the address on the business card.

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