Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Walking deep into the alley, Ron stopped at a remote corner.

Not long after, footsteps approached from behind, and a sharp voice came, "I found a place where no one was around. It just saved us the trouble of disposing of the body."

The other party's intention was obvious. Ron frowned and saw that the visitors were three rough men, the ones who were drunk in the pub before.

It seemed that he was stared at by the three of them the moment he stepped into the tavern.

Ron didn't speak, just stared at the three of them coldly.

"Boy, what's in your bag? Take it out and take a look." One of them ordered fiercely, while the other two looked greedy.

Ron ignored him, opened his arms, and asked with a puzzled expression: "It's not difficult to tell that I am a noble in my outfit, right? In a place like the royal capital, do you dare to harm me?"

Upon hearing this, the three of them looked at each other and then laughed.

"What about the nobles? Once you died, no one saw it. Who knew it was us?"

"This young master was born into a noble family, but his brain is not very good."

"That's right, it doesn't make sense that such an idiot can be a noble!"

The three of them reduced Ron to nothing with their words. Ron was not angry, but found it ridiculous.

They both hate aristocrats and want to become aristocrats themselves.

"It seems that you are determined to kill me. It's a pity." Ron raised his head slightly and looked up at forty-five degrees. This sentence was not meant for the three of them, but it was a pity for this seemingly prosperous and beautiful royal capital. There will also be dirty things.

"Where's all the nonsense! Kill him."

The three of them drew out their daggers from their backs at the same time and slowly approached Ron. Judging from the cooperation of the three of them, they had done a lot of this kind of thing.

"Last question, after you kill me, what do you do with the body?" Ron asked calmly without changing his expression.

"Hehe, you are really interesting. Since you are not afraid of death, I will tell you out of kindness."

The man licked the dagger with his tongue and said with a ferocious expression: "If you don't have to worry about it, the guards will naturally take care of it. But you are a noble. After we kill you, we will take off your clothes."

Before he finished speaking, Ron interrupted: "Oh! I understand. Nobles' clothes are valuable and can be exchanged for a lot of gold coins. They can also mislead the guards into not recognizing my status as a nobility, extending your safety time."

"Uh" the man was stunned.

The companion next to him was surprised: "Brother, I was right by this guy right away. Are you smart or stupid?"

"Why do you care so much?"

The man cursed, then looked at Ron and said gloomily: "You must die today. If you want to blame it, blame yourself."

The three of them shot straight towards Ron. He raised his right hand expressionlessly. In an instant, the alley became dark and silent.

Boom, boom, boom.

There were three soft sounds in a row, and the surroundings became bright again. Ron picked up the cloth bag and walked past the three corpses. The three people stayed here forever.

Now that the three of them have given the answer, let's do as they wish. Ron considered himself to be very kind-hearted, after all, he had asked the other party what he thought.

After exiting the alley, Ron got on a carriage and left Longke Street directly.

What happened in the alley just now was just an incident to Ron, and the deaths of the three people would not be taken to his heart.

But the occurrence of this kind of thing gave Ron a little wake-up call.

Just like there is day and night in a day, where there is light there is darkness. Even in the most prosperous capital of the Carlo Kingdom, disgusting things still happen.

Not to mention the Arnold Territory in the countryside, Ron was thinking about whether a special agency should be set up to manage similar things.

When he returned to the hotel, everyone had returned. Marvin found him with excitement and presented him with a gorgeous document.

"Lord, the approval document from the palace has been received. You should be invited to enter the palace and be knighted."

Ron took the paperwork from Marvin.

The documents of the royal palace are rather special. They are rolled up, and sealing wax is used to stick the ribbons that bind the documents.

Each of these things are high-end goods.

He opened it and took a look and then put it away. It was indeed what Marvin said. He faced everyone and said, "I will enter the palace tomorrow for the knighting ceremony."

"Very good!"

Everyone was very happy and very happy.

Ron looked at them and smiled. He thought it would take a few days, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. The king's government affairs have been very relaxed recently?

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Arnold Territory, Baronial Palace.

A few days after the lord left, a silver-haired girl came here. She looked seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a delicate face and a tall figure. There was nothing wrong with it. Such a perfect girl, but at this moment Seems cold and arrogant.

She came to a girl about her own age and asked coldly: "Are you Irene?"

Erin was making a new flavor of pudding when the silver-haired beauty suddenly appeared and startled her. She nodded blankly when she heard this.

"Yes, it's me."

The silver-haired girl raised her lips and said with a cold expression: "Okay, I will remember you. My name is Rosalind, remember my name."

Then the silver-haired girl quickly left, leaving Irene stunned in place.

The next day, she met the strange silver-haired beauty again, but this time it was at the newcomer meeting.

In front of the hall, Diana stood in front and introduced the girl next to the maids.

"This is the new maid named Rosalind. She will take over Joyce's previous job. I hope everyone will treat me kindly and not make any mistakes at work."

Diana said seriously. As the head maid of the mansion, she certainly knew that Rosalind was Mr. Egbert's granddaughter, but she did not point it out during the introduction.

Because in her opinion, such a status cannot bring any help to the maid's work.

"Okay, let's go get busy."

The introduction of the new maid was very brief, and it ended after Diana asked Rosalind to meet everyone.

Rosalind looked at the new head maid next to her. Through a brief contact, she had a deep understanding of her vigorous and resolute style of doing things. She was not afraid, but full of fighting spirit.

She came here to work as a maid just to prove to her grandfather and father.

"Eileen, wait a moment."

At this time, Diana stopped Irene who was about to leave.

"Maid maid, is there anything you need me to do?" Eileen was a little frightened, not because she was afraid of the heavy tasks ahead, but because she was afraid of the 'serious head maid' herself.

Whether it was the previous head maid or the current head maid, in Irene's impression, they were both difficult to communicate with.

Unlike sister Joyce, who looks cold on the outside, she is actually very warm inside and will tell her and little Meili stories at night.

While Irene was thinking wildly, Diana spoke again: "The clothing store has sent a batch of clothes and put them in the dressing room. You can deliver them to Miss Melitoya."

After a pause, he added: "It's getting hot recently, and it's no longer suitable to wear the clothes I had before."

Irene's mouth opened wide. She didn't expect the head maid to be so considerate. Immediately answer the call and do what Diana tells you.

Rosalind listened to the whole process. When did the Baronial Palace have a Miss Melitoya?

"You come with me. You are a newcomer and there will be no heavy work tasks for you in the near future. I will personally teach you the rules and precautions. Watch and learn well."

Diana walked forward, with the same distance between each step. Her body was straight, her eyes were looking straight ahead, and her hands were crossed on her abdomen, making her walk even more elegant and graceful.

On the other hand, Rosalind's steps were chaotic in order to keep up with her, like a soldier in disarray.

Diana stopped, turned around and looked at her and said, "It seems I need to start teaching you how to walk."

Rosalind looked down at Diana's long legs and said bitterly: "Thank you, the head maid, for your teachings."

Grandpa, father. I will never give up!