What should I do if the boss wants to chase my roommate?

Early morning in Adniri.

"Dong dong dong" a wooden door with a wall-mounted flower basket was knocked.

The wild daisies in the flower basket are still dotted with morning dew, like crystal clear pearls in the morning sun, dripping along the petals onto the hand of the newsboy knocking on the door.

"Miss Wells, here is your subscription. God bless you."

The newsboy took out a newspaper from the crossbody bag bulging with newspapers and handed it to Margaret who came to open the door.

The newsboys are the children of the church. In recent years, there have been constant wars in the Ovelia Empire. Some children who were homeless due to the war were temporarily adopted by the local church. These children usually work part-time to save the church’s expenses.

But the war has emptied the national treasury. No matter how the nobles everywhere squeeze the civilians to make confessions, they cannot fill the bottomless pit of the war.Food and money were provided to the front line immediately, and even if the expenses were saved, the church still couldn't make ends meet.

Margaret Wells took the newspaper and secretly stuffed the candy she had prepared into the hands of the newsboy.

The newsboy's eyes lit up, and he quickly ate the candy, covering his mouth with his hands to prevent the candy from falling out of his mouth, "Thank you! Miss Wells! God loves you!"

Everyone likes to deliver newspapers in this street, because they can get the sweet favor of Miss Wells every day, well, he means the favor of sugar.

With sugar in his mouth, the newsboy mumbled his words, but this did not prevent Margaret from understanding what he meant.

Margaret smiled, children always have endless energy, they are like larks in the forest, they can wake her up every morning to have a good day.

When closing the door, he took the daisy on the door into the house and put it in the vase in the center of the dining table.

Margaret read the newspaper while eating breakfast.If Mrs. Wells was still alive, she would have nagged her tirelessly, and then took away the newspaper to let her eat.Her father, Mr. Wells, would shake the newspaper in his hand triumphantly by the side, fanning the flames, and then successfully received a supercilious look from his darling daughter.

Thinking of the past, Margaret took a sip of water to suppress the soreness in her heart.

The content of today’s newspaper did not disappoint her. The beginning of the cover stated political affairs related to the entire country—the current old king of the Olivia Empire, Turcotte Mansfield, is critically ill and will pass on the throne to his youngest son Chrissy Mansfield.

Strange to say, the Mansfield royal family used to have a thriving population, but for some reason in recent years, the royal family members died in battle, died of illness, and in the end only the little prince Chrissy Mansfield was still alive. Even if the old king doesn't want to see his youngest son, he can only pass the throne to him.

In addition, there is nothing important to turn back. Most of them are lace gossip among nobles.In a small corner at the end of the newspaper, a few sentences mentioned the Flora Festival next month in the Sgetec Empire next door.

After eating the last bite of white bread, Margaret folded the newspaper and put it on the bookshelf. The bookshelf was full of all kinds of books, but it was orderly and not messy. It could be seen that its owner was tidying it up.

Putting the herbs picked a few days ago in the yard to dry, Margaret prepared her own lunch and put it in her bag. She is going to the library in the city today to finish reading the books she read a few days ago. Among them is a travelogue It was written by a bard who traveled to various countries, and the customs and customs of various countries deeply attracted Margaret.

It's a pity that the books in the library can't be borrowed. These days, she went to the mountains to collect herbs and didn't go to the library. That book has haunted her for a long time.

After locking the door, Margaret went out with a bamboo basket.When I met some acquaintances on the road, most of them nodded hurriedly to her and moved away immediately.

Opening his eyes, he flew away, as if she was a plague.

Margaret nodded back, in fact, she could understand.

After all, she is an outlier.

She is known as a witch because she treats patients differently from other doctors.In a country with a heavy religious belief, it is not a good thing to have a relationship with the word "witch".

Fortunately, Adenili is a small border city of the Olivia Empire, far away from the main city, and the religious atmosphere is not particularly strong. If she were to change the city, she might be burned as a witch doctor.

She is different from doctors who only know bloodletting. Her treatment method relies on herbal medicine, and the treatment rate is higher.

Although the pot of black medicinal soup she boiled every time is called the witch's potion, everyone will secretly seek her for treatment occasionally in private, so even if people in the city don't want to see her, they will take care of her. Unannounced, she was not expelled from the city according to the scriptures.

She doesn't charge much for treating patients, and when she encounters difficulties, she only accepts a bunch of flowers, even wild flowers that can be seen everywhere.

In order to avoid suspicion, most people send flowers at the door at night. After going out several times and almost crushing the flowers, Margaret wove a small flower basket and hung it on the door.

People in the small town don't have so many intrigues. Maybe it's because there are not many nobles in the small town. Most of the famous nobles are in famous big cities. People who come to border towns like Olivia are either not powerful, or A downtrodden nobleman.

Margaret closed the book contentedly, and was about to grab the lunch she had prepared in the morning, but when she reached out her hand, she encountered several round objects.

She took off the cloth covering the basket and found a few more red apples inside.

She remembered that she didn't take any fruit today, and suddenly she thought of Mrs. Mathil who greeted her on the road today. She cured Mr. Mathier's illness a week ago, and she and her husband ran a small orchard. Their fruits are especially sweet.

This is not the first time this kind of thing happened, and in fact, it is not only for the Matils. It seems that every time she goes out with a basket, there will always be something extra in the basket when she comes back.

Margaret silently accepted the kindness of the people in the town without saying anything.

She went to the yard behind the library and dug some well water to wash the apples. After the dust was removed from the well-washed apples, the whole fruit was red and reflected light, which made people salivate.

Margaret sat on the edge of the flower bed and happily gnawed on the apple. The crisp and sweet juice burst in her mouth, and the rich aroma of apples filled her mouth.

Margaret basked in the sunshine of early spring, her whole body was lazy, and she squinted her eyes comfortably.

At this time, the sound of several people talking came from the other end of the flower bed.

"Have you read the newspaper? His Majesty is critically ill and is about to pass the throne to the little prince, His Highness Chrissy."

"It doesn't matter who the throne is passed on to, I just hope that His Highness is not warlike."

Hearing the topic she was interested in, Margaret turned curiously to look at those discussing people.

"The Deer God will not let any stupid king go. You can see that His Majesty's health is getting worse day by day. Maybe it is God's punishment for the royal family to start a war without authorization."

"Dude, how dare you say that."

"But I heard that the La Bellier line of defense was defeated, and the war is going to burn here."

The other two were shocked: "Where did you get the news, my God, this topic should be related to my new wine."

"What time have you been, you old drunkard, and you still think about wine."

The person who knew the news continued: "The distant relatives of Matil's family came to join him, and they fled all the way from La Bellier to here."

"The...the voices of those people stopped abruptly, and Margaret waved her hand embarrassingly in front of the three pairs of eyes looking at her.

The expressions of the three of them changed, they ignored Margaret, they dragged each other away, and said loudly as they walked: "The refugees are going to flood into the city recently, God of the Deer, I don't dare to run around at this time, hurry up!" Go home and go home quickly."

Margaret heard what they meant and didn't dare to stay any longer. Fortunately, she had finished reading the travel book today and realized her wish. If the flames of war really spread to Adni, there are many things that need to be prepared.

On the way home, there were many strangers on the side of the street. Most of them were dressed in shabby clothes, carrying only some baskets and packages on their bodies, like people fleeing for their lives.Perhaps these are the refugees that the three mentioned. Some of them sat on the ground in a daze, and some were injured and lying on the ground in pain, but no one dared to lend a helping hand.

Margaret just looked around for a while, and several malicious eyes had already focused on her body.

Margaret lowered her head and pulled the cloth scarf on her head, then quickly returned home with her head down.

It wasn't until the moment the door was closed that she let out a breath of relief.Pulling off the hair scarf on his head, he gulped down a big mouthful of water.

Emperor Olivia's obsession with war, although Adenili is not on the front line, will be more or less affected, not to mention the rapid spread of the current war.

There were many injuries, but Margaret knew that this was not the time to show off, she was no saint.She has no relatives here, and no one can save her if she makes a wrong step.

Before going to bed at night, she locked the doors and windows. She was not at ease, and pushed the cabinet to the window to lock it. A table was placed in front of the door, and Margaret fell asleep peacefully.

But tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. In the middle of the night, the door was knocked, and Margaret, who was not asleep, opened her eyes immediately. She came to the door with a candle lamp and did not open it rashly, but Asked: "Who?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door: "It's me, Miss Wells! I'm Evan, please follow me to rescue my grandfather, he has a high fever!"

There was a little choking in Evan's anxious voice, and Margaret hurriedly got dressed and opened the door with a basket.

Evan is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. There is only one grandfather who depends on each other in his family. Therefore, he is more precocious than ordinary children in order to make a living.Now her eyes are red, begging others.

Margaret patted Evan on the shoulder comfortingly. She also knew about his grandfather's situation. When he went to see him a few days ago, he was almost at the end of his life. Now I'm afraid...

The clouds in the sky covered the moon and stars, making the already dark land even deeper.

When she came out of Evan's house, the night was dark, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, which seemed to come from not far away.

Evan's grandfather is dying, and even she can't help it.Margaret declined Evan's proposal to send her back. His grandfather was going back to the arms of the Deer God tonight, and she didn't want to delay the final moment of parting between Evan and his grandfather.If he stayed at Evan's house, it would be inevitable that something bad would happen if he was seen tomorrow.

She doesn't like to make trouble for others, and she doesn't like to make trouble for herself.

She took the path home, which few people knew except the locals.

With a fluke in her heart, Margaret silently recited the deer god's blessing in her heart, hoping that there would be no problems on the way home.

But it turns out that the more people are afraid of something, the more things will happen.

There was a gust of wind behind her, and before Margaret could turn her head, a sharp pain came from the back of her head.

At the last moment when consciousness disappeared, Margaret thought to herself:

People really can't be too hypocritical!