Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Governor Linde was too lazy to even come over, let alone go out of town to greet him.

The person in charge muttered quietly: "Sure enough, the border nobles don't know etiquette."

Graya reminded him, "After all, it was us who broke the promise and did not arrive on the agreed date."

After the entire convoy was settled, Graya met Lind in a small mansion.

Although it was hard for Graya to imagine that this ordinary mansion was actually the governor's administrative office and resting place, it was not even as big as an area of ​​Doug's Castle.

"You have broken your promise, Madam of the Nightingale Opera."

Lind mercilessly criticized Graya: "You have disappointed my people. They were looking forward to your performance. Many of them even took leave just to see you."

This was the first time that Graya heard a noble say that he was unhappy because he had disappointed his people, but Graya still maintained her composure and asked, "Governor, do you want me to perform the opera for your people instead of for you and your noble friends?"

"No, I don't understand opera, and neither does my wife."

This was the first time that Graya felt so embarrassed. Graya then remembered that the Governor's wife here was the famous aristocratic shame in the royal capital. Graya had the honor of meeting her at the Nightingale Opera House. Every time, she would fall asleep peacefully sitting in the front row, which brought great psychological trauma to other performers. At one point, she thought that her performance was too boring, but later she learned that she had bought tickets specifically to catch up on sleep.

Lind made no secret of his lack of artistic talent: "But out of respect, I still asked my subordinates for information. Isn't your opera known as art for the masses? How come, in fact, your opera can only be performed for nobles?"

"Of course not. My dream is that everyone, whether commoners, nobles, or princes, can enjoy my performance. This time is no different. I will not charge any fees for my performance. All you need is to provide a venue."

Then Graya added: "Besides, the merchants along the way have donated a lot of money, so I am embarrassed to charge you any more."

"Businessmen are businessmen, and I am me. I will pay you according to the standard. This is not a charity performance, but an invited performance. And all scripts must be reviewed by me. Do you understand?"

Free things are always the most expensive. Even if the other party doesn't play any tricks, Lind doesn't want to owe the other party anything.

But when the person in charge heard that Lind wanted to review the script, he became unhappy.

"You are infringing on our freedom to perform."

"Freedom is not above the law!"

Maybe it was because it was too late, Linde was in a bad mood, plus there were all kinds of rumors in the capital that Linde and Reina were eating two children for every meal, so just a look from them was enough to freeze the person in charge in his seat, not daring to say another word.

"I understand. I will follow your procedures."

Graya didn't mind it very much. She just nodded and agreed. There was nothing shameful in her script. Although she had originally thought about making some sarcastic remarks about the legendary devil viscount, those plays have now been deleted.

The first contact between the two parties was not pleasant, but Greya was still satisfied. She had not met such aristocrats for a long time. Greya felt very comfortable that things were done completely according to the rules. There were no dances or social events, and no one wanted to climb into her bed. All she had to do next was prepare for the performance.

Gray-collar workers were extremely efficient, and the next day Graya received a notice that she could prepare for the performance, which was held in an open space.

Although the Nightingale Opera House was not very happy about this, Lind paid for it after all, and the weather the next day was pretty good. Although it was a bit cold, there were hot packs, so everyone treated it as an open-air training.

For this purpose, Linde approved half a day off that day. Except for necessary positions, most people would probably come to watch the performance.

In fact, Lind didn't really want to turn it into an open-air performance, but to build a large theater that could accommodate so many people in a short period of time was not impossible, but it was too wasteful.

"Ms. Graya, my brother and I are your fans!"

As soon as she went out, Graya met a group of fanatical fans on the street. Although they couldn't be said to be blocking the road, they were just shouting excitedly on the side of the road.

The servants were already used to this situation and walked in front of Graya to lead the way.

But this time, Graya walked up to the blushing girl and asked, "Do you need an autograph?"

"Yes, yes!"

Sharon probably didn't expect to get an autograph. She fumbled around her body in panic, then excitedly handed over the notebook she was carrying.

Graya took the notebook, looked at the lesson plan on it, and asked curiously, "Are you the teacher?"

"You just took office. My brother and I have been your fans since we were in the capital."

Sharon pulled Barlow beside her, but Barlow just nodded silently, his hands still rubbing nervously, not knowing where to put them.

"Are you from the capital?"

Graya signed the notebook and handed it back.

"Yes, we came here because we couldn't make it in the capital anymore."

A girl who can teach in a white-collar job is an intellectual in the capital, how can she not make a living? And the brother next to the girl looks like a professional, only this kind of person can support the girl to go to school and come to watch his performances. This pair of people is not rich in the capital, and it is definitely not a problem for them to survive.

Graya, who was keenly aware of this, asked, "Why can't we survive in the capital?"

"Because of the boils."

Barlow took over Sharon's answer. Seeing the idol's thoughtful look, Barlow added: "The main symptoms are coughing up blood, scars, and pus."

Graya suddenly realized that the strange disease that appeared in the royal capital already had a special name in Gray and White Collar. In fact, most of the funds raised by Graya's charity performance were used to treat children with this sore in the royal capital.

"Is anyone in your family suffering from sores?"

Seeing how energetic the brother and sister were, Graya asked tentatively.

"It was me, but I'm fine now. Last time I went to the church for a checkup, the nun said I don't need to come anymore."

Sharon said, rolling up her sleeves to reveal her smooth skin.

“Now there is no scar at all.”

Graya subconsciously stroked Sharon's arm and asked in disbelief: "Can this sore be cured?"

I heard that someone in the royal family has been infected with this sore, but at present there is still no good way to cure it except holy water, and even holy water cannot completely cure it - unless you drink the holy water as water.

Before the siblings could speak, Lucanus' voice came from Graya's side: "Yes, but if the erosion is too severe, it may leave scars that are difficult to erase."

Everyone was shocked, and the guards around Graya even nervously picked up their weapons and pointed them at Lucanus.

But Lucanus said without any concern: "Don't keep your audience waiting too long, Ms. Nightingale."

"terribly sorry."

Graya pressed her chest with lingering fear. At that distance just now, she could have been killed on the spot with just a single blow from a knife. Did she ask something she shouldn't have asked?

"Don't be nervous. The sores are no secret among us. I am just here to urge you. After all, the people in the territory all know that our governor is a descendant of the old empire. It is normal for him to have some potions left over from the old empire."

"Let's go, Ms. Nightingale, don't keep my master waiting too long."