Capital of all nations, Vatican, inside the Palace of Porcello.

Marshall has emerged from the nightmare and is able to carry out normal daily activities. In fact, because she is the princess of Yaris, she must undergo a series of very tedious examinations, otherwise it would not have taken so long.

But things are much better now. She at least has some personal time of her own, can move around in the Palace of Porcello, and various activities have gradually resumed.

Reading newspapers every day is the only way for her to accept new things from the outside world. Even in the past, when his father was still in power, even the Yaris newspaper published by the official government of Yaris was blocked by his father. She loved Ai Yun very much.

Ni, he not only has to handle political affairs as the king of Yaris, but also has to provide protection for himself as his father. What else can she say?

Marshall was eating breakfast, with freshly baked white bread randomly placed on the ceramic decorated with light silver lines. Next to the white bread were several small lumps of jam in different colors.

"Well..." Marshall struggled to hold up his soft blond hair, and used the fork in his hand to pick out the bunch of white jam with dots of black seeds on the far left.

I have already said that I don’t like the taste of Parkson Fruit...

Marshall frowned and thought.

In the end, she chose Sicilian flower honey, which has a bit of green and sour sweetness, and is definitely the first choice for appetizers.

Let me see...what happened to the Yaris recently? King Charles has no idea what he is up to...

Marshall controlled her emotions perfectly. She was not stupid. From the people nearby, she could vaguely understand that her father's death was not as simple as she imagined.

Next to the dining table is a copy of "Yaris", with the words "3 copper coins/copy" stamped on the upper right corner with a light trace of gold. The large picture on the first page shows a gloomy-looking man with a hooked nose and a thin face.

, doesn’t look very comfortable.

"The Orc Special Zone is officially established, the Orc Management Department and the Dream Department are merged"

Orc...Although Marshall has heard of this name, she has never actually seen this kind of creature. According to her father, this kind of creature is powerful and has intelligence similar to her own, but has a simple personality and really belongs to a group of people.

Root tendons.

They have different shapes, some have hair, some have scales, and some are covered with feathers.

In short, they are a combination of beast and human.

As for the origin, Marshall only heard a few sporadic words from Avni's mouth and couldn't remember much about it.

She was not allowed to go to the National Library to browse before she was eight years old, because some of the knowledge might hurt herself.

"Just seeing, hearing, or even knowing some things will pollute your spirit. If you see something that cannot be looked at directly, then there is nothing I can do to save you." Ivanni told Marshall at that time.

As he spoke, he was holding a book with a thick cowhide cover in his hand. The frame was inlaid with a layer of solid copper, and magic patterns of unknown colors were densely spread on the top.

At that time, Marshall clearly saw an illusory, slimy black tentacle with golden lines silently pulled out from the pages of the book, waving twice symbolically, and then suppressed by his father's magic power.

Stuff it back into the book.

Regarding this point, Marshall still believed in his father. After all, if he didn't seek death, he wouldn't die.

The Orc Special Zone is on the edge of [Star City] Philabi, bordering Rubis. As we all know, Rubis represents swamps, moisture, patches of warm and humid shrubs, and the orcs hidden in them.

Perhaps because the Luling people pride themselves on their nobility, few people would touch this chaotic and mysterious continent.

"Philabi..." Marshall knew the names of all the places in Yaris, but she had never been there. She had not even been able to go out to the Palazzo Porcello a few times.

Her eyes moved downward and her brows gradually furrowed.

"Newcastle Primo, Director of the Orc Management Department, declared that outside the Orc Zone, no orcs have human rights. People have the right to see them as they want, and of course they also have the right to drive them away and shoot them."

"...orc contract system: Orcs can sign contracts with humans. As long as they sign the contract, the contractor can grant them corresponding rights, just like ordinary people. Orcs need to find a guarantor and agree on a time limit with him.

The Orc Zone or the local Orc Management Department completes the contract."

"Temporary guarantor: Before the contract is signed, the guarantor who is about to sign the contract can temporarily carve a mark on the orc's body to show that the contract is about to be fulfilled."

"There are two types of contracts: slave contracts and servant contracts."

"The relationship between the orc who signs a slave contract with the contractor and the guarantor is that of master and slave. As a slave, he must perform the tasks assigned by the master to the best of his ability. The guarantor is obliged to ensure the basic food and accommodation of the contracted orc."

"The relationship between the orc who signs a servant contract and the guarantor is that of 'employer' and 'employee'. Both parties must have a certain degree of respect and understanding. Under the basic food and accommodation, the guarantor must pay part of the contracted orc's remuneration."

"Yaris does not provide legal proof of inter-species marriages between orcs and humans, including the orc zone."

"Please see other terms..." Marshall's brows were slightly raised, feeling uncomfortable.

They look so pitiful... slaves... servants... they don't sound like they can talk to each other as equals.

But under the current circumstances, it's none of her business.

The case of the release of the vicious nightmare in the Vatican has basically come to an end, so the report on the matter was on the second page of the newspaper.

Every time he thought of this incident, Marshall's mind ached.

She obviously didn't remember this incident...she didn't even know what impact it had on herself!

However, under that long dream, a figure left only a few vague traces in her mind.

It was a boy with long white hair and lavender tips.

At that time...his hands seemed to cover his face. Marshall only remembered this, and she had no impression of his face at all.

This is so strange.

"Huh..." Marshall exhaled with a headache and took the last bite of bread.

At this time, a waiter told her that it was time to go to class with William.

She hasn't had any classes with William recently, but...

"She should be waving that weird rose again..." Marshall muttered in a low voice, but her beautiful eyebrows relaxed a bit.

After all, these things can relieve your worries.

Half an hour later.

Marshall looked at the bare golden branches in his hands and the pitiful William in front of him, his face dull.

Obviously I was able to leave a petal in the past...why?

"It's okay. Maybe I haven't practiced for a long time. Let's take a closer look." William comforted him, "I will take you to pick up your sword in half a month."

William knew very well that the little girl in front of him had lost part of her soul.
Chapter completed!