Farming in the Magical World

“Kantie… ..."

As Candy came out of the backyard, she was stopped in her tracks by a voice from the master bedroom.

"Madam, you wanted to see me?"

Pushing open the half-closed door, she immediately saw Tiffany, the mistress of the castle, sitting in front of her dressing table.

Tiffany, who was standing sideways, looked at Candy at the door and smiled gently. "Candy, are you done with your work? Come and chat with your mistress!"

Candy gave a slight curtsy and looked at Tiffany apologetically, "I'm sorry, Madam, I haven't finished my business yet!"

Slightly taken aback, Tiffany hadn't expected the other party to answer like that.

She waved her hand dismissively, then patted the stool next to her. "It's alright, I'll talk to the housekeeper in a bit. Come, sit next to me..."

Candy stood there stunned for a moment, somewhat confused about what the lady meant.

Hesitating, Candy looked at Tiffany again, wondering if she should go and sit down with the lady.

After thinking for a moment, she seemed to feel it was inappropriate to refuse the hostess's kindness, so she hesitantly walked over, sat down next to Tiffany, lowered her head and buried her face without saying a word.

Her feelings towards the hostess were... rather complicated!

She possessed both the natural fear and wariness a servant has of their master, and a strange desire to get close to them, which even she herself couldn't quite understand.

When she first arrived, she was very wary of Tiffany. After all, the young master had a bad reputation. In her opinion, Tiffany was willing to marry into the family, so who knew what her purpose was?

But after spending some time with her, she found that the hostess seemed quite nice, very gentle and easy to talk to, which made her a little confused.

Her little brain couldn't figure out how she felt about this lady.

She dared not be as disrespectful to Tiffany as she was to Lenny; Lenny was the one she had grown up with, not this mistress.

She heard Susan say that in big cities, the younger and prettier the maid, the more jealous the mistress was. Some maids had their hair pulled, some had their faces painted, and some were even beaten to death.

Oh my, just thinking about it is terrifying!

Thinking about all this, she couldn't help but shudder.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?" Tiffany was about to speak when she saw her strange reaction. She wasn't cold at all; summer was almost here.

She got up and found a coat in the wardrobe, just about to put it on the little girl, when Candy waved her hands repeatedly in fright, "No, no, madam, I, I..."

He even got up so quickly that he knocked the stool over.

She dared not wear this dress. With her youth and beauty, she would surely incur the Madam's jealousy. If she were to foolishly wear the Madam's clothes again, she would probably be beaten to death on the spot... right?

Seeing Candy's intense reaction, Tiffany shook her head in bewilderment, gently placed the clothes aside, and then sat down next to Candy.

She took the little maid's hand and stroked it gently. "What's wrong, Candy? You seem afraid of me. Am I very fierce?"

"No, no!" Candy lowered her head, trying to bury her face in her chest; she just wanted to be an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

However, after glancing at the lady's chest and then disdainfully glancing at her own, she sadly realized that hers was completely ineffective, while the lady's was.

Seeing Candy's little actions, Tiffany blushed slightly and felt a little annoyed, thinking to herself that she didn't know what this little girl was thinking.

But remembering the purpose of calling the girl in, she could only suppress her anger and put on a gentle smile again.

He tucked in his stomach to make his chest less conspicuous, and looked at the girl, saying, "Kantie, lying is wrong, you know. I don't know why you're afraid of me, but I can sense it!"

"Can you talk to me?"

Candy bit her lip and didn't say anything, just looked down at the ground and shook her head.

Seeing her like this, Tiffany was also troubled. She really wanted to get along well with the little maid, but the little maid's behavior was giving her a headache.

There weren't many people in the castle to begin with, and Lanny was only close to this personal maid. She was the best person for Lanny to get to know him better.

She had always thought that this was how her life would be, that she would just accept her fate and live out her life in a daze.

What kind of person is Lenny? It doesn't matter.

What about the family's future? It doesn't matter.

It doesn't even matter when the Grummans will attack the castle.

Is there any husband with a worse reputation than Lenny?

Is there a more cold-blooded father than the Earl?

The condition she was given when she married into the family was that her husband and father-in-law should risk their lives first.

Although she already knew that she was not favored by Count Enno, she still fantasized about having a trace of kinship from blood.

But when she decided to marry her off to the Wells family, she realized she had made a mistake.

So after marrying into the Wells family and becoming Tiffany Wells, she no longer had any expectations for her life.

Could things get any worse than they are now?

However, after this period of time, although she didn't have much contact with him, Lanny's impression of her was completely different from what the legends said.

This made her wonder if Lanny, like herself, had some kind of hidden troubles.

What completely changed her opinion was the farce that happened a few days ago.

She had heard about the initial page right. Although the kingdom's law did have such a provision, respectable nobles would not do such a thing. On the contrary, some minor nobles in the countryside had no scruples at all, and this law was enforced much more strictly than any other law.

Her husband was just a minor nobleman from the countryside, and with his terrible reputation... sigh!

She knew that Frank had arranged it and thought that Lanny would accept it without hesitation, but she didn't expect that the other party would refuse directly, which was a way to win over the goodwill of the people.

Does winning over your neighbors have any advantage?

In her view, it is sometimes useful and sometimes not.

If you want to be a nobleman who just loafs around and waits to die, it doesn't matter whether the people like you or not. What can you do but rebel?

However, if you want to develop and manage your territory well, the hearts of your people are very useful.

Judging from Lanny's behavior, he clearly has a heart that is unwilling to be ordinary.

How could someone like that have such a terrible reputation?

This completely piqued her curiosity!

To truly understand Lanny, one must first tame this little maid.

Thinking about all this, Tiffany's voice became even gentler.

"Candy, isn't this flower pretty? Can I give it to you?"

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