It was still this Tuesday, in the distant palace of Loen City, His Royal Highness the Third Princess was humming a song while standing in front of the exaggerated floor-to-ceiling mirror with her skirt in her bedroom. She seemed to be in a happy mood.
The indoor lighting is very bright, gas lamps and candles work together to create a warm yellow light. The window reflected the scene in the room, as well as the maid Julia who pursed her lips and looked worried.
It was snowing outside, but Dolores Stuart still seemed to have plans to go outside.
"Your Highness, the weather tonight seems to be very bad."
"It doesn't matter, we will still sneak out of the sewer and take a carriage as before. We won't get caught in the snow."
Her good mood was not affected by the maid.
"Your Highness, are you really going to see Miss Miller? Last week you said you would neglect her for a while... Don't wear this one, it will make your waist appear thick."
"Yeah! Is that so, then I'll change another one! Julia, I think a week is long enough, and if you keep ignoring them, it will affect the relationship. Remember the plan I mentioned, William Mr. Te and Miss Miller are both very powerful high-level gifters, and it will be very difficult for us to meet and make friends like this next time!"
"But… "
Julia's voice showed helplessness. She really didn't understand that even though that nasty Williamette was really good-looking, her Highness shouldn't be so obsessed with it.
"Also, Julia, do you think I should call Mr. Williamette Baron Williamette the next time I meet him? The titles of the Three Kingdoms are recognized throughout the continent. In the newspapers the other day, He really took a photo with Her Majesty the Queen of Fidgetly!"
"You can make up your own mind, and I don't think the gentleman would mind."
Julia knew that she could no longer stop Dolores from going out tonight, and the first step was to ease the relationship with Miss Miller, and the next step must be Williamette.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help sighing. But she will not stop it, because Dolores is always right, and her Royal Highness is always the most shining.
"You will mention to Miss Miller tonight about hiring her as a royal family tutor?"
"Yes, Mr Warren just so happens to have resigned his mathematics teacher to go to work at the Royal Academy. I do need a new teacher, don't I?"
Having said that, a smile appeared on Dolores' face again.
She took off the clothes on her body, turned around in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and her long hair flew with the rotation of her body.
Julia was startled, and quickly ran to the window with her skirt in hand, and closed all the half-drawn curtains.
"What are you doing, it's so cold, you'll catch a cold!"
The little maid complained.
"I see, my Julia~"
Julia blushed a little at the exaggerated and intimate name she used at the end, but she stepped forward and helped Dolores into the dress of her new choice. While making the waist part more comfortable, he whispered to her to pay attention to her health.
At about seven o'clock in the evening, Dolores went to her mother's house in a deceitful manner, had some private conversations, and then went back early on the pretext that she was not feeling well.
So she had every reason to stay out of her bedroom all night.
The guards and maids of the palace have been arranged. As usual, she took her maid out through the side window and met the knight captain who was in charge of patrolling this area tonight. Dali, he took a group of people and left as if they hadn't seen anything.
Even the sewers under the palace of the royal family are full of unbearable stench. Dolores had to bring a large bottle of perfume every time she went out, otherwise she wouldn't dare to talk to others at close range.
Drilled out of an alley away from the palace, and could see the brightly lit buildings from a distance. The women who were ready to respond hurriedly put on the white fluffy cloaks on the two of them. These people were private thugs and bodyguards secretly kept by Dolores with her pocket money. They were like the knights in the palace who were willing to serve her. The same can be trusted.
Thinking of this, Dolores inevitably recalled the auction scam she encountered when she went out with Miss Miller and Jenkins that day. She has never opened the mouths of those prisoners, but the current evidence has vaguely pointed to one of her elder brothers.
She shook her head suddenly, determined not to let these bad things affect her good mood.
Loen has a lot of snow in winter, so the citizens are also very accustomed to going out as little as possible on winter nights. The continuous week of snow has made the business of the bar much colder. Apart from the rattling of the carriage and the sound of the wooden carriage itself, there is only the sound of a steam pipe leaking somewhere, echoing on the street.
Before visiting Miss Miller, they had to take a look at the alleys where they used to trade with the strange benefactors. This is an unfixed trading place. The person who sells the item will leave a mark, and the intended buyer will leave his own information corresponding to the mark. Before the final transaction is completed, no one knows who the other party is.
The alley was dyed white just like the main street outside, with only a black protrusion of unknown origin protruding above the snow.
Seeing that there were no footprints in the alley, Dolores whispered three weird syllables, and her body slowly rose to the surface of the snow layer.
"Okay."
Nodding to his maid, the two walked into the alley one after the other. Dolores squatted down by the wall in the middle of the alley, took out a small knife from her pocket, and scraped off the frost and dust on the wall, and then unexpectedly discovered that what was written there was not the default symbol of the transaction, but a A string of lightly written words.
She had to crouch lower to make out the letters:
"I... want... what is this word? Oh, it's 'kill', I want to kill you!"
Before the words were finished, a large bag suddenly bulged in the snow between Dolores and Julia, and then a thin figure broke through the snow, and in the blink of an eye, the knife in his hand was passed to Dolores's. at the nape of the neck.
It pierced into that beautiful body silently, but did not bring out any blood. With a crash, Dolores' snow sculptures scattered all over the ground.
Without hesitation, the figure plunged into the snow again, and was forced out by the icicles piercing out of the snow.
Dazzling light came from the entrance of the alley, and the little woman covered her eyes and looked there. Dolores and Julia were still on the carriage, and dozens of gunmen raised their guns and aimed their guns under the light from the carriage. her.