I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

hopelessly beautiful

The golden comb of the Empress of Valmania was never a secret.

Everyone who comes to this country will be amazed by the wealth and industry of this country.

And the owner of this industry is also the queen of this country, Ginny Valman.

It is rumored that the queen has a magic golden comb, as long as the queen combs her hair with this comb, the long hair will be endowed with magic power while growing rapidly.

So she sent someone to cut off her hair continuously, make mane combs with different content, and sell them in the market as domestic products.

Who wouldn't want to have shiny, silky soft hair that never fades?

As a result, mane combs are not only sought after by locals, but many foreign nobles and rich people who have learned the magic of combs will not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to buy them.

When the Dark God told her that Valman had a bright magic item that sealed his soul, combined with various investigations on the country, Fran quickly locked on the golden comb.

As for why there is no such comb for sale in the Black Forest?

It's not that their country is too poor, people don't care about this market at all...

At this time, Fran had been invited by the queen of Valman to her palace.

Compared with the magnificent royal palace and castle in the Black Forest Kingdom, the palaces in the Valerman Kingdom are decorated in a complex and elegant manner. On the columns and walls, there are decorations that are made to climb up like flowers.

Even the seats and teacups are carved and painted with the same small white flowers with spoon leaves as the wall decorations.

The attendant said that this is their queen's favorite plant, valerian, and it is also the origin of the country's name.

Fran, who was listening to the introduction, lowered her head and calmly looked at her own shadow cast by the light on the ground.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, the shadow's head moved a little.

When she was about to get off from the carriage, she was about to ask, but the God of Darkness had already merged into her shadow.

Obviously at the last moment, he was very disdainful of human beings' pursuit of beauty.

Not only humans, but also black witches.

Fran defended humans in her heart.

"Her Majesty the Queen has arrived at—"

The sun shines through the window engraved with valerian, and shines on the beautiful golden curly hair. They are fluffy and soft, like brocade, like waves, falling naturally along the top of the hair, and extending along the royal blue silk skirt He was held carefully by the servants behind him at the ankle.

The owner of this long hair, Ginny Valman, looks very young, just like her hair, shining like gold.

After she nodded to Fran, she stepped onto the central throne.

The servants followed closely, curling her long hair and coiling it in a round flower basket beside the throne.

"Is that Fran? Please allow me to call you like this. I heard that you are the godmother of the poor princess in the Black Forest?"

"Yes."

"I have received your letter. You must know that I am very interested in your medicine. Have you brought it?"

Ginny leaned on the seat, restlessly picked up a small tuft of hair with one hand, curled it around her index finger and let it go, with a cheerful smile on her face.

"I brought it, Your Highness." Fran said with a smile.

If the hair is the twigs and leaves adorning the flowers, then the face is the color of the flowers themselves.

The Black Forest Kingdom is too inconspicuous, and ordinary queens visiting Valman would not care at all.

But if she has something that the Empress cares about, it will be different.

Some time ago, she studied the translation of the Black Witch's secret book day and night, and finally gained something——

Fran took out a small porcelain jar from her pocket, and presented it in front of Ginny:

"This is the magic potion I mentioned to you. It is a skin care medicine to improve the face, and it is also a cosmetic to embellish the face."

When she was in the Black Forest, she learned from her attendant that the black witch would always send someone to a medicine store in the city to buy certain medicinal materials.

Combining the formula in the cheat book, Fran quickly found the medicine that the black witch often bought.

Combine this herb with skin care preparations, and a little magic, and you have a bottle of this serum.

Fran continued: "His Royal Highness, please find a maid whose facial condition is not very good, and I can demonstrate it to you."

Ginny nodded, and soon a maid came in to salute.

"Her name is Aka. Ever since she got smallpox, there have been marks on her face that can't be removed."

The maid named A-Ka hesitated for a moment, then pulled off the veil on her face, revealing half of her freckled cheeks after the smallpox faded.

She has always been very inferior to her appearance, and her peers laughed at her. No one is willing to marry her, only Her Royal Highness is willing to continue to take her in.

Fran got up and walked to A-Ka's side, dipped a little bit of the magic potion on her finger and rubbed it gently on her palm.

"Close your eyes."

She patted the lotion-like medicine on A-Ka's face and put on the veil for A-Ka, and said confidently, "It only takes a day, and you can see the results."

Ginny, who was looking forward to it, let out a disappointing "Hey" and said, "Is there another day?"

Fran nodded and said solemnly: "Your Highness, you must know that magic that takes effect too quickly is powerful, and it is also easy to cause damage to the skin when it acts on the skin. Only by combining drugs and potions and adjusting slowly can it be ineffective. Harmful to safety."

No, in fact, her magic is not enough to support the immediate effect of the potion.

Ginny believed it, and nodded as if it meant something: "Then you stay in my palace and witness the effect together tomorrow."

If this potion is real, let alone her people, even she would be willing to pay various prices to obtain it.

***

Fran lived in the palace of the Valman Kingdom as a matter of course.

In the house at night, the magic mirror was erected on a chair.

"You said before that you couldn't see the location of other bright magic props from too far away. Now that I've brought you to their lair, you can always see it, right?"

Beside Fran, stood the God of Darkness who had been hiding in her shadow all afternoon.

If it was the Duke of Stington, he would definitely cry out to die for his disrespectful behavior.

Even the magic mirror, who was usually full of words, replied tremblingly: "Fulan Palace...Your Highness, I have indeed found a magic item."

But Fran has long been used to the existence of the Dark God. After all, she didn't have time to be nervous at all in the previous high-intensity courses.

"Then what are you doing in a daze, show us."

Regarding Fran's behavior of classifying him as "us", the dark god at the side glanced at her slowly.

But she stared at the magic mirror from beginning to end, as if she didn't notice anything wrong with what she said.

In the center of the goose-egg-shaped mirror frame inlaid with colorful gemstones, a blurry scene slowly emerges: on the tabletop in front of the vanity mirror decorated with three-dimensional carvings of valerian, each mane of the golden mane comb is shining brightly of light.

On the mirror, in addition to the golden comb, it also reflected the marble stone wall facing it, and the small window half a person's height.

"Where is this?" Except for this dressing table, the other atmosphere is somewhat incompatible with this elegant palace.

"I don't know..." The magic mirror answered honestly.

"You really didn't..."

"Your mirror is useless."

Fran gave him an aggrieved look.

The mirror is useless, and your mirror is useless, and the meaning immediately rises to the owner.

The black witch's broken mirror is useless, so what's the matter with Fran?

The dark god who didn't understand why Fran was wronged:?

"Don't worry, I will find a way to find out the whereabouts of the magic item from Queen Valman tomorrow!" Fran said viciously.

The Dark God, who noticed that Fran's tone was getting strange: ...

"You want me to make that maid beautiful for you?" The dark god's brain circuit is always unpredictable by Fran.

Fran gave an "ah" in confusion, and immediately realized: "Without your help, my magic potion will work."

After questioning her, she also questioned the medicine she carefully prepared...

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he squeezed the small porcelain can containing the magic potion that was originally in Fran's pocket.

"You use the dark magic I taught you on this kind of thing?" He said disdainfully, "That human will tell you the whereabouts of the prop because of one of your beautiful magic?"

From the moment she asked the Dark God to help her translate the beautiful scriptures left by the black witch, Fran was already broken.

"My lord, allow me to correct you, human beings' pursuit of youth and beauty is crazy beyond your imagination." She explained.

He looked at her meaningfully: "You too?"

She said righteously: "As long as the means are justified, there is nothing wrong with pursuing beauty. Who doesn't like beautiful things?"

The main purpose of Fran's trip was to find magic props, but of course the sideline was to develop unique trade for the Black Forest country, such as magic potions.

The black witch has a unique insight in the study of various potions, especially potions for beauty.

Farming can only solve food and clothing, and trading is the hard way to wealth.

Of course, Fran would not tell the Dark God about this.

If the Duke of Stington listened to it, and on the way to find the soul fragments for their most respected god, he used two things at once, then he would be criticized.

After an unknown amount of time, the dark god who had already put down the small pot and walked to the window gave her a sideways glance.

"You do not need."

The country of Valman is very lively, even in the palace, you can still see the lights of the market in the distance.

After saying this, the cold and arrogant god sneaked into the night.

"What do you mean?" Fran muttered softly.

As soon as the dark god left, the magic mirror naturally became active.

"Your Highness Fran, that terrifying lord, are you saying that you are already beautiful enough without potions?"

Fran's face was not flushed and her heart was beating: "Who knows, it might imply that there is no cure for me."

The magic mirror wanted to say something more, but saw the woman standing by the window, the corners of her lips curled up quietly, and her eyes met with it.

"I feel so too."

Mirror: ?What do you think too?