I'm not a sister complex!

"Mom, look, what is that?"

When the group passed by a cart, Undine looked at the things on the cart and asked her mother in a cheerful tone.

Upon hearing this, Estelle turned her head and looked at the place her daughter pointed to.

It was a small cart with a barbecue grill, on which were placed limbs that looked like pig's trotters but were much smaller than pig's trotters.

The scorching charcoal roasted the hooves of the unknown animal, causing hot oil to sizzle out.

The aroma of barbecue spread out from it.

Estelle took a closer look, then shook her head and answered truthfully:

"I don't know what that is either. Maybe it's a local specialty."

At this point, she looked at her daughter who was clearly a little moved and asked:

"Want to eat?"

Wendini hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head:

"Forget it. It feels a bit unhygienic to grill it on the roadside like this."

She wasn't really making excuses when she said this; that was actually how she felt.

From time to time, a horse-drawn carriage passed by the roadside, raising dust all over the ground. In addition, the chef did not wear gloves or a mask, so he came into direct contact with the barbecue, which was very unhygienic.

Hearing her daughter's refusal, Estelle's soft lips curled up slightly and she said jokingly:

"You can't eat even if you want to, we have no money!"

Wendini was a little angry: "Then why did you ask me if I wanted to eat?"

"I'm just teasing you." Estelle smiled.

It's so nice to tease my daughter~

Wendini was furious. She hugged her mother's arm and hit her mother's round and white shoulder with her forehead.

"Bad mother!" Undine gritted her teeth.

Estelle used her other hand to gently tidy up her daughter's hair, which was a little messy due to the previous action, and smiled softly:

"If you want to eat, wait for your brother to come back and ask him to buy it for you."

"Don't we have no money? How can he buy it?" A look of confusion appeared on Wendini's little face.

Estelle blinked her beautiful eyes and pretended to be surprised.

"Oh, yeah~ then it looks like you have nothing to eat."

Wendini curled her lips: "Mom is really an idiot!"

Estelle smiled but said nothing.

On the other side, the middle-aged man pushing the barbecue cart is both the chef and the boss.

After seeing that group of incredibly beautiful women were looking at me and whispering something to each other.

He cleared his throat, forced a smile on his face, and took the initiative to speak in Duolun:

"Beautiful ladies, would you like to try these barbecued sea pig legs?"

"Oh, I assure you, they are very delicious. Look how fragrant they are!"

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, Estelle looked up at the boss, then slowly shook her head and politely refused.

They have all used the Language Proficiency Crystal and are now fluent in Duolun.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man showed a look of regret on his face.

Isabella, who was wearing a maid outfit, also glanced at the middle-aged man, but she didn't say anything.

Only after leaving the stall did Isabella say to Estelle:

"Madam, the stall owner's behavior just now seemed a little strange."

Estelle looked at Isabella with eyes as warm as water, and acted as if she was willing to hear more.

Undine and Sylvie beside them also looked in Isabella's direction, curious about what she had discovered.

Seeing that they were all looking at her, Isabella organized her words and said:

"That stall owner was so calm and natural."

"Based on the fact that he was setting up a stall on the roadside, we can roughly infer that he should be just an ordinary inner-city resident."

"And an ordinary resident of the inner city, seeing the Madam and His Highness, ladies of obvious noble status, actually dared to take the initiative to speak, and was so natural and calm."

"This is very inconsistent with his identity as an ordinary inner-city resident."

If it were Intiles or Haidaram, wouldn't the ordinary residents be nervous and choose their words carefully when seeing the nobles?

How could he be as calm and natural as the stall owner, as if the ladies in front of him were just ordinary ladies.

After listening to this, Estelle smiled and said, "But this is the Dark Sea, not the Croatian continent. Everyone here has been exposed to the mystery."

"We have just arrived here, and we don't know how the nobles here get along with the common people."

"Perhaps, the way ordinary people and nobles get along here is the same as that of the stall owner?"

Isabella was stunned for a moment, then whispered:

"I really didn't think of this just now. I made a mistake."

Estelle curled her lips slightly and chuckled, "Then I really think you didn't expect it."

Isabella didn't say anything. No one would like to have a scheming woman around their child.

Appropriately showing some shortcomings will be more conducive to gaining the trust of the host.

But her behavior seemed to be noticed by this lady.

But it doesn’t matter, she actually did it on purpose because it is also a form of flattery.

Oh, it's so hard to be a good personal maid~

Seeing that Isabella didn't say anything, Estelle didn't care and just said:

"But what you said makes sense. When I return, I will mention this matter to Eros and ask him to talk to the church."

After all, my child is now the son of God of the church. Doing some things that are beneficial to the church can better disguise this identity.

After saying this, the group continued to stroll on the street.

On the other side, Eros was also sitting in the carriage, taking a one-day tour of Maya City with Vivian.

Time passed little by little, and the carriage passed through the streets of Maya City, allowing Eros and Vivian to gradually gain a more detailed understanding of the city.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon and the carriage was returning along the street towards the inner city.

On the carriage, Eros waved his hand to create a spiritual wall, then turned to Vivian and said with a chuckle:

"After touring the entire city of Maya, where do you think the members of the Black Dog Gang are most likely to be hiding?"

Vivian was sitting in the car, her long, white legs crossed.

The pointed high-heeled shoes on her white and tender bare feet had been half-taken off, and were hooked with a few snow-white toes, swaying in the air.