Sell My Legs, Sell My Legs-Squid Girl Is Selling Her Legs to Repay Her Debt
Unless a powerful individual is willing to defy fate for Claire, Claire won't live for more than a few years.
After sitting there for a long time, Claire reluctantly accepted that she was destined to die young. She knew how to concoct potions, farm, and now she had to add divination to her repertoire.
The young viscount knows a lot.
"You also know divination?"
I know a little about it.
Can divination reveal someone's fate at a glance?
"Explaining this problem would be very complicated and tedious, and might involve celestial phenomena, stars, fortune, etc. Explaining them one by one would take too much time. What I just said was a revelation of heavenly secrets. My fortune might be a little worse recently."
"Can performing divination for others affect oneself?"
"Which fortune teller do you see who does fortune telling for others every day? Not to mention the fortune tellers on the street, some are real and some are fake. Fake fortune tellers only know a little bit and make money under the guise of fortune telling. Real fortune tellers only tell fortunes for those who are destined to be told."
Claire seemed to understand, but not quite. As a princess, she knew a little about fortune tellers, and those fortune tellers in the palace certainly didn't do fortune telling for people very often.
It turns out that giving divination to others can also affect the fortune of the diviner.
"It seems I am Lance's destined one."
"Princess, your time is running out. Don't waste your life in Saint Blue. Before you wither away, burn your life out and bloom to your fullest, becoming a dazzling firework."
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Some of those inspiring words sound like they're telling her to hurry up and go to her death?
She wasn't afraid of death, but she was afraid of leaving regrets and failing to fulfill her obligations.
She had been on the battlefield and witnessed life and death.
If death were to come, she hoped it would be on the battlefield.
But wouldn't it be too selfish to do that? If she couldn't become Queen, how would she repay the knights who followed her?
Claire was confused.
I am not afraid of death.
I'm afraid of dying in a meaningless way.
"Count Lance, wouldn't it be great if you were willing to marry me? That way, even if I die, I can pass on my royal status to you. If you are ambitious, you can inherit my will and become the king of the Red Maple Kingdom."
"That doesn't seem likely. If you agree to a marriage alliance with me, let's have a child first. That way, if you become king in the future, when you get old, you'll definitely pass the throne to our child. A child with half my blood flowing through their veins will be a true member of the Red Maple Royal Family."
"???"
What kind of third-rate fantasy plot is this? It's not even as good as the romance novels he writes.
By the way, it seems that Saint Blue City has magazines and publishing houses now. Why don't I submit my old romance novels to a magazine?
Let's see if we can make some money?
Having written so many romance novels, if one of them becomes a hit, I'll treat my little dragon cub to the best of everything every day.
Action speaks louder than words.
I'll secretly submit the manuscript to the magazine tonight.
It's about making a living. It's not shameful.
"Are you tempted?"
"A little."
"Then shall we arrange a marriage alliance?"
"You're so annoying! You have no idea what I'm attracted to. Talking to you is pointless. I'm going to go play with the dragon cub."
Lance got up and left. He had just been fantasizing about his romance novel becoming a bestseller throughout the kingdom, selling thousands—no, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of copies a day. His beautiful vision of the future was abruptly interrupted by Claire.
The conversation was boring; I might as well go fishing with his dragon cub.
A gentle breeze blew by, and Claire's silver hair danced in the wind.
Is she being rejected?
Does this princess have no appeal whatsoever in the eyes of this young count?
What a day it was for the princess to lose face.
What did Earl Lance say earlier? He said he was going to make Spicy Grilled Fish for that little Amethyst Dragon tonight, right?
Let's have dinner at the City Lord's Mansion tonight.
Since I don't have many years left to live, why should I live such a tiring life? Why should I let those brave knights who follow me and are loyal to me die in a war that is destined to be meaningless?
We cannot bestow glory upon them, but at least while they are alive, we must find them a stable place to live, someone who can protect them and whom they are worthy of their loyalty.
Count Lance seems like a good man; his knights are loyal to him.
The question is, how can she persuade her knight to pledge allegiance to Lance?
To bluntly say that she won't live much longer?
It seems pointless. Perhaps we should temporarily abandon the identity of "Princess" and Entering Sainthood Blue as "Knight," pledging allegiance to Lance.
Anyway, Saint Blue is currently recruiting knights.
Dinner was Spicy Grilled Fish, and Youlong ate all the fish that had slapped her face.
The Squid Girl has been found. According to Ticia, when she found the Squid Girl, Squid Girl was leading several children toward a secluded alley.
In the afternoon, cattle and sheep were stolen Saint Blue City. After investigation, Squid Girl was highly suspected, considering that Squid Girl was a friend of the Viscount.
On behalf of the Earl's Mansion, Ticia compensated the farmers for their losses at twice the market price.
Eight sheep and five cows... I don't know where Squid Girl took them.
"Your Excellency, Squid Girl is your friend. Besides, I've already paid the compensation. There's really no need for Squid Girl to set up a stall to earn money to pay off the debt."
"Alright, go about your business. Don't send anyone to follow you."
"Your Excellency, yes. I hope Your Excellency has a pleasant time."
"Don't do anything unnecessary."
"No, no."
After dinner, Ticia and Olena watched their Viscount, along with Little Dragon Highness, Squid Girl, and Miss Joanna, head towards the city.
The Viscount made Squid Girl earn money to pay off her debts. He also made Prince Dragon set up Little Dragon Highness to cover food expenses. Viscount, our Earl's Mansion is already quite wealthy; we really don't need you to go out and earn money. Ticia and Olena, those two children, have no idea what Squid Girl's existence will bring to Saint Blue City. The disappearances of cattle and sheep will likely happen more often in the future; it's a bottomless pit. The Earl's Mansion's manor can't afford to fill it, so let Squid Girl fill it herself. She ate other people's cattle and sheep. If she doesn't pay, who will? Anyway, the dragon cub taught Squid Girl how to make takoyaki; let her set up a stall to earn money to pay off her debts. Saint Blue Plaza.
There is a large number of migrant workers here because Saint Blue City has developed rapidly in recent years, attracting many tourists from outside the city.
There are quite a few Extraordinary Person, and various guilds in the city. It's hard to imagine that just a few years ago this was a dirty and chaotic town. After finding a good spot, Squid Girl began her journey of setting up a stall to earn money and pay off her debts. She abides by the rules of the human world when Black Dragon is around, but when Black Dragon is not around, she follows the rules of the deep sea: the survival of the fittest.
Youlong put on her apron, mask, and chef's hat and started setting up her stall. This time, in addition to barbecue, she also sold fried skewers.
Joanna was in charge of collecting the money.
Where did the evil dragon go? The evil dragon set up a stall selling medicine not far away. He sat on a stool, holding a thermal energy cup, with various medicines on the table in front of him.
Why isn't he hawking his wares? If he doesn't hawk them, how will anyone buy the medicine? He's so carefree and relaxed even while setting up his stall; you can tell from the way he looks that he's not thinking about making money.
"Selling chicken legs! Selling chicken legs! Delicious and affordable chicken legs! Don't miss out! Fresh and delicious chicken legs for just one yuan!"
Squid Girl started hawking her wares, saying her legs had to be sold for a higher price. Black Dragon told her to sell them for one Saint Silver, which was too cheap. Selling her own legs should be worth at least one holy gold, as gold is more valuable than silver.
"It's takoyaki. Takoyaki, Squid Girl, don't shout that, it'll scare people."
"Are you crazy? Such a young child selling his legs? And for a fortune? Who's so heartless as to let a kid do this kind of work?"
"Exactly! Such a tiny kid selling legs at a stall. Wait, that talking little dragon over there said this kid is selling takoyaki. So the legs she's talking about are octopus legs?"
"Octopus legs are so expensive?"
The Squid Girl's childlike voice attracted many people strolling in the square.
"Little girl, if you're selling takoyaki, just sell takoyaki, why are you shouting 'selling legs' like that?"
"But the ingredients for making takoyaki are my legs."
"You're getting more and more outrageous."
"I support inspecting the goods on the spot. You can see for yourselves if you don't believe me."
The Squid Girl lifted her skirt slightly, revealing many legs. Then she randomly picked one leg and placed it on the iron plate. A section of the leg automatically fell off. When she put the broken leg down, before it even hit the ground, the small section that had been broken off quickly grew back.
Some of the onlookers who came to watch the spectacle fainted upon seeing this scene.
Those with audacity stared in disbelief. Good heavens, he really was selling his legs! "I wasn't lying to you bunch of little devils, was I? Wasn't I selling my legs?"
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Lance came over and tapped the Squid Girl on the head with his hand.
"She sells the legs of her Pet Beast Pet Beast, which is an octopus. The child has a bad temper. You can try her takoyaki; it tastes pretty good."
"If you don't believe me, just watch me eat."
"You're trying to take advantage of my legs again."