The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

Chapter 183: Chapter 0183: Maggie Has an Older Sister Who is a Magician (First Update)
After lunch,

Maggie diligently took care of cleaning up the plates, her slight body bustling about like a Little Minor Elf.

“Let me do that, Maggie. You should go take a nap now. You have to follow Lord Rom for training this afternoon, remember to perform well in the training class,” Mrs. Harriet said, fond of Little Maggie. She didn’t have a daughter and genuinely treated Maggie, who was staying at her house, as her own.

Because Mrs. Harriet spoke so quickly, Maggie could only understand a few words in Serpent Script like “nap,” “Lord Rom,” and “training.”

But she was smart and guessed at Mrs. Harriet’s intention, promptly replying in Serpent Script, “Training with Lord Rom is easy, Maggie is happy, three meals! Fresh Flower Town, great!”

She communicated successfully through a combination of speaking and gesturing.

Mrs. Harriet smiled wistfully, “Fresh Flower Town wasn’t always like this. Back then we could only eat twice a day, and in winter, just once. It was Lord Landlord who brought us everything, making Fresh Flower Town great, now we can eat three meals a day.”

In times of scarce resources, eating twice a day was the norm for commoners, while three meals a day was the standard for nobles.

When Maggie was in the Eagle Kingdom, living in the countryside, she and her family also ate twice a day. Being able to have three meals a day in Fresh Flower Town was a huge blessing.

She was still young and hadn’t been assigned farm work yet. All she had to do every day was attend training classes and textile classes. The training classes taught some basic physical combat skills, and the textile classes were taught by serfs who were dyers and spinners, passing on dyeing and textile skills.

Maggie learned earnestly.

Because she knew skills were very precious. In her hometown, learning a skill cost a lot of money before someone was willing to teach it.

Compared to the intangible prospects of building up strength and developing Dou Qi, she preferred to become a spinner.

By the time she finished her textile classes and returned to the house where she was staying with Mrs. Harriet, dinner was just about ready. But compared to other days, the atmosphere at home seemed more solemn.

Harriet’s husband sat on a stool with a serious expression.

Mrs. Harriet’s estranged son and daughter-in-law also rushed over.

It wasn’t until the bread and seafood were served that Maggie understood what day it was—through the gestures of Harriet’s daughter-in-law—it was the anniversary of Harriet’s daughter’s death.

Mr. and Mrs. Harriet once had a young daughter, but she fell ill in winter and, coupled with not having enough to eat, died three years ago. She was only slightly older than Maggie at the time of her death.

This was also why Mr. and Mrs. Harriet were willing to take in Maggie as a lodger.

The next day, Mr. and Mrs. Harriet even invited Lord Grantaire from the town to their house. Through Grantaire, they communicated with Maggie, “Maggie, Mrs. Harriet wants to form a contractual mother-daughter relationship with you.”

“Ah…”

Maggie was caught off guard and didn’t know how to respond.

Old Geronte said gently, “What’s in the past has already happened, don’t think too much about it. Now that you’ve come to Fresh Flower Town and your family has died, why not form a contractual mother-daughter relationship with Mrs. Harriet? It would be convenient for support, and they can even help you buy back your serf contract, restoring your Freeman status.”

This was incredible news.

Since the Harriet family ran the town’s general store and had no worries for food and clothing, they were among the wealthier ones. By forming a contractual relationship with them, Maggie knew she would have a promising future.

But for some reason, she felt somewhat reluctant, “Lord Grantaire, I have relatives… I still have a sister.”

Old Geronte furrowed his brow; he had checked Maggie’s personal information and had not found any of her relatives among the serfs. According to Maggie herself, her parents had been killed by mercenaries.

“You still have a sister? Where is she? Why didn’t you mention her before?”

“I… My sister left home several years ago,” she said she’d come find me after she learned magic… My sister will come back for me.

Learn magic?

Could it be that she was chosen by a Mr. Truth to become a Magic Apprentice?

This thought flickered through Old Geronte’s mind, but he didn’t take it seriously. Even if Maggie’s sister had become a magician, the likelihood of her traveling the great distance to Coral Island to find her sister was slim to none.

Besides.

She might have died in one of the explosions already. The profession of a magician comes with a high probability of explosions.

He assumed Maggie was just a bit shy and embarrassed, so he told her to take a few days to think about it. The Harriet couple and their family didn’t bring it up again, continuing the previous amiable atmosphere.

But Maggie couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Meanwhile.

In the Eagle Kingdom, many miles away, war raged on.

The Steel Ridge Kingdom launched a major invasion, forcing the Eagle Kingdom to resist. Dragon Knights roamed everywhere to support the battlefield. Meanwhile, in the hinterlands of the Eagle Kingdom, the Duchy of Sapphire’s troops, like locusts, desperately scoured the coastal border castles, plundering wealth and minerals.

Against this backdrop of turmoil, a warship flying the Red Tulip Flag slowly approached the harbor. The lighthouse at the harbor also flew the Red Tulip Flag.

Needless to say.

This was naturally a stronghold that the Tulip Family, had taken on the coastline of the Eagle Kingdom.

The Tulip Family’s servants had already met with the ship’s crew to sort out the goods, all special products of the Duchy of Sapphire. They were fighting and robbing on one hand, and trading and smuggling on the other, without any delay. The entire seaport bustled with people busily loading, unloading, and transporting goods non-stop.

“Is this the Tulip Family’s sea vessel?” In a shabby tavern on the dock, a female mercenary with a scarf covering her face looked out the window, holding a wine glass, and asked.

She was speaking Wind Language.

In front of her was a sly-looking fellow who greedily glanced at the mercenary’s chest bulging against her leather armor and replied sleazily, “Of course, this dock and most of the surrounding castles have already been occupied by Sea Wave Sword Saint Li Weiliam. The Red Tulip has become a nightmare for many nobles.”

“Are Li Weiliam’s ships always engaged in slave trading?”

“Heh, the Sapphire People are all a bunch of serf traders. It’d be strange if they weren’t trading slaves.”

“When will the fleet return?”

“That depends on how fast you mercenaries can catch serfs. If you’re quick, maybe you can trade a bunch of serfs this month.”

“For your troubles.” The female mercenary casually flicked her fingers, and a shiny silver coin flew into the air, spinning before landing neatly on the table.

She left without looking back.

The sly fellow grabbed the silver coin in an instant, licked his lips greedily, picked it up, held it in his palm, and laughed brightly, “If you need more information, my lord mercenary, just come to Old Fort Tavern and ask for me, Three-Eared Goldie… Eh, where did she go all of a sudden?”

By the time he looked up, the female mercenary was nowhere to be seen in the tavern.

But he didn’t care, fondling the silver coin in his palm with satisfaction. Earning a silver coin for a few words was a solid deal.