Chapter 31

Bobo is now most grateful to Princess Lucia. He no longer dares to look at Gongsun Muren. What he doesn't know is that Gongsun Muren didn't intend to kick him to death. Previously, Kelly塞尔's side kick was too heavy, causing a lot of internal bleeding in his lungs and stomach. Gongsun Muren helped him gradually expel the blood through kicks. Gongsun Muren had long noticed Princess Lucia's arrival, along with an unfamiliar person who was very concerned about Bobo but dared not speak up. Why not let Princess Lucia do a favor? Except for Narasha, others didn't understand and thought Gongsun Muren really intended to kick Bobo to death bit by bit. Gongsun Muren turned to look at Derek, who spoke first. "There won't be a next time, please believe us. We were just joking. Think about it, doesn't the existence of the slums hinder the prosperity of the capital? Isn't it? As noble children, we have never found a good solution until you and Miss Narasha appeared. You two have shown us the way to the future. You two are like lighthouses guiding lost ships, like stars illuminating the night for travelers, like warm sunlight, like a babbling brook, like towering mountains... like flowing clouds..." Derek praised enthusiastically. In fact, he wasn't afraid anymore because he didn't feel the same heart palpitations as he did on the spaceship, where his hair would always stand on end. He was just expressing goodwill. Last night, he heard that the Grand Duke wanted to cooperate with them on a business deal. Some parts of poultry that people don't eat can be made into delicious dishes, giving business operators another way to make money and providing the public with more food options. Now he knew that it was Gongsun Muren and Narasha who provided the solution. Since they couldn't directly eliminate the opposition, why not temporarily cooperate? "Lucia, I'm not happy with you. You didn't come out to help just now, and when Brother Muren was about to uphold justice, you stopped him, humph!" Narasha pouted. "No, no, Narasha, you must believe your good friend Lucia. Lucia knew they couldn't beat you." Lucia flew over urgently and whispered in Narasha's ear, "Actually, Narasha, you could kill them all by yourself. I believe it." "Okay, okay, don't whisper in my ear, it tickles. I'll treat you to spicy hot pot today. Brother Muren used many materials to make it." Narasha immediately forgot what she had said and introduced various skewers for Lucia to choose from. Lucia was indeed interested and picked four meat skewers, two vegetable skewers, and four tofu skin skewers, placing them in two different colored broths to cook. Narasha remembered the incident at the academy gate and glanced at the noble children, asking, "Aren't they eating? It's very cheap, ten copper coins for a vegetable skewer, twenty copper coins for a meat skewer, and an extra silver coin for sesame oil, chili oil, and sesame paste." Then she remembered something and said, "Oh, eating this can treat internal bleeding." Moses, who was responsible for protecting his master, was the first to disbelieve. The people from the Bobo family also didn't believe it, but the servant still carried the young master over, took out ten gold coins, and said he would treat everyone, no change needed. Narasha handed a skewer of duck blood to Bobo, "Eat it, what you eat will nourish you. Under the guidance of the Divine Surgeon, the light spirits of the universe, please heed my call—Healing Light. See, it's better now!" The nobles were stunned. The deceived noble children now hated Bobo and Derek. Didn't you say the other party had no status? Didn't you say they were just country bumpkins who made some money in the countryside and came here to seek status? But from your previous conversation, it seemed they might be newly ennobled viscounts, and now it was confirmed that they were the genius sorceress Narasha. Bobo looked dejected. His physical injuries were instantly healed, but what about his psychological wounds? It was embarrassing, a noble's son failing to bully others and being bullied instead, unable to go on living. Nearby adventurers shook their heads at Bobo's appearance. They knew what Bobo was thinking, but what was the point? Noble children lack experience and don't understand the value of life. No one cares about the dead; only the living have hope. Afraid of being ridiculed? In the desert, those who mock others die the fastest. Fortunately, his master wasn't such a noble. His master knew how to make choices, how to smile when selling water, and how to take a step back when the other party showed hostility, even though some adventurers took this as a sign of weakness and paid with their lives. His master also knew how to expose part of his strength and when to give up some benefits. Most importantly, his master had enough strength. Poor Bobo, inexperienced and weak. The noble children should really go on a desert tour for a few months; it would make their hearts stronger and more mature. The noble children didn't understand the adventurers' attitude towards life. They only thought the spicy hot pot was delicious. What was in the boiling water? Anything put in it tasted good, even without other seasonings. They never imagined that in the Gongsun Muren family's tradition, the world's first delicacy wasn't sashimi or other seafood, but soup. A seemingly simple ingredient, soup, could be made to perfection, clear as water, containing myriad flavors. Gongsun Muren's current skills were just the basics, but making food to perfection touched the soul. This was the foundation of the Gongsun Muren race. But even these basics were enough to deal with the nobles of the capital. They found that after eating one bite, they felt something was missing if they stopped, feeling empty, whether it was spicy or fresh. Only by eating continuously did they feel satisfied. The intelligent and lively Princess Lucia was the first to react, asking, "Narasha, why can't I stop? The spicy stuff makes me uncomfortable." "Not at all, what Brother Muren makes doesn't make you uncomfortable. It's spicy, but he adds other things to protect your throat and stomach. You can eat a lot without hurting your throat or getting a stomachache. It looks like a soup, but it's actually a medicinal concoction, balancing attack and harmony. Like the meat Brother Muren makes, it's fatty but not greasy, lean but not dry, spicy but not too hot, chewy but not tough, cool but not cold, hot but not scalding, fresh but not fishy, rich but not mixed. This is the basic skill of Brother Muren's side, yes, the basic skill, and mastering it means you can graduate." Narasha was proud, proud of her Brother Muren. She thought Brother Muren was even 'cooler' when handling food than when killing people; that kind of focus was captivating. Lucia's mouth was slightly open, feeling the impact of another civilization. She envied Narasha, who must eat every day and then sell it. How could she sell it? She should keep it for herself and eat it secretly without telling anyone. Lucia frowned, "Narasha, are you going to build a big house in the future?" "Yes!" Narasha nodded, "Brother Muren and I are going to build a six-story building in this slum area. With some people moving out, we can keep at least half the space, 0.8 square kilometers, or 800,000 square meters. The people we keep will have larger rooms and wider streets. We can use 800,000 square meters to build a small estate in the city, 1,000 meters long and 800 meters wide. But Brother Muren decided to build the estate 500 meters wide and 800 meters long, leaving some space for better lighting for the residents and some for street shops." This urban planning issue clearly stumped Lucia, even though she was a magical genius and had received court education. She was still confused about how to convert the area. She felt very ignorant, thinking the slum area felt like a fairy tale paradise. "Narasha, where did you learn this? Can you teach me? Lucia is your best friend, and we are in the same class this year." Lucia felt a sense of crisis and pulled Narasha to teach her some knowledge. "Sure, I'll tell you. Grandpa Butler said that urban residential planning only needs to focus on two points: job opportunities for residents and social support. Achieving these two points is success. I'll explain more to you later, and if you can't understand, ask Brother Muren." Narasha purposefully spoke to Lucia. The slum area was too large, covering more than 400 square kilometers. This was the capital; why have a slum area? Combined, it was a 20 km by 20 km area, and it was a shame to have only shantytowns. The nobles didn't care; the poor had no money, and merchants focused elsewhere. This was a difference in social development awareness and building material technology. Narasha's goal was to guide Lucia to take action. Gongsun Muren and she had discussed that the Grand Duke's main issue was the distribution of benefits, not the stability of his regime. The Grand Duke's military power was sufficient to support his position, but he didn't want to solve everything through killing, fearing it would cause unrest. Clearly, as Grandpa Butler said, there were three aspects affecting the regime: military power, faith, and economy. Gongsun Muren and Narasha couldn't directly provide military power or faith, which would take decades. So they had to start with the economy. Changing the economic income of one area would affect other areas, whether increasing or decreasing, and it couldn't be resisted unless you prevented the area from changing. Fixed areas were hard to change, but slums were easier. The poor needed simple things: money or what money could buy, such as housing, education, and healthcare. This would involve the labor income of the slum area, requiring a labor-intensive industry, like making tofu products or unique pickles. The intelligent butler provided systematic solutions before its energy ran out, even recording them for the young master to learn and use as needed. The intelligent butler completed its mission, so Gongsun Muren and Narasha knew what to do. ******

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