The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

"This is really..."

Gray's lips twitched as he looked at the long queue.

However, the order was maintained quite well, and the townspeople were all queuing up obediently. The few people not in the queue were probably the people specifically responsible for maintaining order.

"It looks quite professional..."

Gray became curious.

Who led the distribution of this wave of relief supplies?

This point must be confirmed first in order to determine the composition of this so-called relief food distribution.

Gray looked toward the front of the queue, and the scene below surprised him.

"A girl?"

It's not that Gray is sexist; it's just that among a large group of poorly dressed townspeople, the sudden appearance of a glamorous character is bound to attract attention. (Stacking armor, pass)

White hair, blue eyes, gorgeous dress, and star-studded headdress.

The girl's extraordinary status was evident from her attire.

She's probably the daughter of some noble family.

To Gray's greatest surprise, this young lady, with a smile on her face, personally distributed relief food to one citizen after another, occasionally calling out to the queue:

"Don't rush, everyone. Come one by one. Everyone will get one, so don't worry."

The smile on his face showed no sign of insincerity; it seemed as if he genuinely cared for the people of Moonshadow Town.

interesting.

Gray hovered in the air, looking down at everything, until the long queue had completely disappeared.

Gray understood some things through prolonged observation from high altitude.

This richly dressed young woman is Princess Aliceville Celestio, the second princess of the Kingdom of Westphalia, who seems to have come to Moonshadow Territory specifically to distribute relief food.

Moreover, it wasn't just about doing charity and distributing relief food to the townspeople.

Every resident of the town could receive relief food, a few pieces of black bread, or some hard biscuits.

The most distinctive feature of these relief rations was that they were all cheap, allowing them to be purchased in large quantities at low prices. As for the taste…

Being able to fill one's stomach is a blessing, much better than eating dirt or gnawing on tree bark. Who cares about the taste?

Hunger is the best seasoning.

That's certainly true.

As Gray watched the townspeople's ecstatic expressions as they received the black bread, and their ravenous, wolf-downing manner, he couldn't help but reflect on his own actions.

Is his usual diet still a bit too extravagant?

Whether dining at Brant's mansion or with the Ten Shadows waiters, there was always meat and vegetables, a balanced meal.

Watching them eat black bread with such relish, Gray remembered that he had the good fortune to have tasted it before.

That was coarse, unpalatable food that could only fill one's stomach.

The raw materials are of poor quality, made with inferior, coarse flour, such as leftover rye bran, moldy grains, or even fillers like sawdust and straw. These raw materials themselves have a very poor taste and lack fine processing.

The lack of fermentation and seasoning makes dark bread rough, dense, difficult to chew, and even difficult to digest.

It contains no moisture and has a stiff texture, like biting into a rock.

Not to mention salt, sugar, butter, and jam—where would we afford to add those things?

Due to the use of inferior ingredients, these black breads had a distinct sour and even moldy smell. This sourness was not like the flavorful sourdough bread from my previous life on Earth, but rather a nauseating, rotten odor.

It also has many other problems, such as low nutritional value and difficulty in providing sufficient energy and nutrition.

Perhaps because he had eaten too well in both his past and present lives, his palate had become too picky. Gray declared that he never wanted to eat another piece of black bread. He would rather starve to death or jump off a cliff than eat a single thing from them...

Well... if he really ends up that miserable, Gray can't say for sure if he can overcome his picky eating habits.

Back to topic.

Princess Aliceville Celestio of the Kingdom of Westphalia hatched a blatant scheme.

She was only there to distribute relief food once. If the townspeople were willing to join her and follow her, she would take care of their food and ensure they wouldn't starve.

To avoid starving to death, most of the people would likely choose to follow the second princess of the Kingdom of Westphalia.

Recruiting soldiers with extremely low wages—is this a prelude to rebellion and overthrowing one's own father?

Gray didn't know whether this so-called Second Princess of Westphalia, Aliceville Celestio, was the real person or an imposter who was just using the royal name and food to win over the people and organize a peasant uprising to overthrow the rule of Westphalia and become queen herself.

The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise; in the year of Jiazi, great fortune will befall the world.

Assuming that the Second Princess of Westphalia, Aliceville Celestio, is indeed herself, her methods of winning people over are indeed impressive, but they are ineffective.

This is a different world where professional strength reigns supreme, not the ancient Earth of my previous life.

No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot fight against ten thousand; they will be overwhelmed and die from exhaustion.

(However, the concept of God 800 can deal 100,000 damage.)

Sun Shiwan left the live stream, cursing and swearing.

But it's different here.

A high-level professional can kill a large number of ordinary people with a single move. If all the ordinary people in the entire Kingdom of Westphalia attacked together, they could not kill the King of Westphalia or any of his princes.

High-level professionals are the ones who decide everything; only those with high-end combat power have the capital to compete.

Without the leadership of high-ranking professionals, peasant uprisings are destined to fail.

Princess Aliceville Celestio of the Kingdom of Westphalia has some ability, but not much, and is not qualified to lead the peasant uprising to victory.

Gray believed that Princess Aliceville Celestio of Westphalia was not so naive as to not have considered this.

Therefore, the true intentions behind this distribution of relief food to win people's hearts need to be carefully considered.

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"Your Highness, please get some rest."

As the last follower left, Aliceville Celestio suddenly dropped all her disguises and lay down without a care for her image.

"I'm exhausted. There were way more people than I expected, but thanks to that, the team has grown a lot."

Alice Villa muttered to herself.

"But this is my limit. I really can't take any more. If I save any more people... I can't hold on."

Aliceville touched the silver-white ring on her index finger.

"Yes, there shouldn't be any problem. The remaining grain should be enough to feed all these people until the next harvest."

The hard times will continue, but at least so many people can survive.

I must continue to endure hardship.

But she also deserved to suffer this pain.

No one forced her to walk this arduous path; she took the initiative to move forward on her own.