Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

Chapter 134 Don’t care about your deeds

Cecilia watched the performance attentively, and Babbitt was nervous.

Cecilia clapped her hands and cheered, while Babbitt was nervous.

Until all the performances were over, Babbitt did not see the reaction he wanted from Cecilia.

Many guests had already left before the performance was completely over.

Logically speaking, it wouldn't matter if the following performances didn't take place.

When the subordinates came to ask, Babbitt asked Cecilia, who was watching the performance attentively, if she still wanted to watch. After getting an affirmative answer, he just looked at her and the subordinates understood.

It doesn’t matter how much money, time, and effort this wedding took.

Besides, the money for these performances is not even as expensive as Cecilia's dress.

As long as Cecilia is happy.

That night, Babbitt did not directly ask to sleep in the same bed with me. "I know we are getting married in a hurry, and you may not really want to marry me, but I can wait."

It was for this reason that Cecilia wanted to watch the performance a little longer while she was downstairs.

Now that Babbitt had brought it up, Cecilia was happy to accept it.

The next day, everyone in Huguzhi City was discussing Lord Babbitt's wedding.

Either flattery or fawning.

The most outrageous thing has been said, "I don't think even the king of Petra would be able to be so stylish."

Cecilia heard it when she was out shopping.

Of course, shopping is just an excuse to leave the manor.

Even after the ceremony, Babbitt always suspected that Cecilia would leave at any time.

Babbitt felt a little guilty when he heard the uncle on the street exaggerating like that.

He had been to Petra once.

Unforgettable for a lifetime.

He didn't think that yesterday's wedding ceremony was really worthy of Cecilia.

But that was the best Babbitt could offer.

Cecilia didn't think it was a big deal when she heard that.

The money spent on Babbitt's wedding was almost entirely worth it, and it can be said that it was well worth the money.

Perhaps it was the love that the people here had for Babbitt, or perhaps it was Babbitt's prestige here.

The entire wedding, every detail, was taken care of to ensure her comfort.

It’s just a pity that the two protagonists of this wedding each had their own ulterior motives.

It's impossible that Babbitt didn't put any thought into it.

But then again, he is ambitious, so it's not surprising that he pretends to be so in a place like this.

The scale of Petra may appear larger.

But it is also a symbol of the royal majesty and dominance.

But the wedding that Babbitt prepared yesterday also had this meaning in mind.

Shopping is not very peaceful.

Because of the wedding preparations, seven days passed and Babbitt still showed no sign of showing up at the negotiation table.

Seeing Babbitt and his new wife shopping, a shopkeeper boldly asked when the negotiation table would return.

Babbitt knew that he couldn't stay with Cecilia forever, but he didn't want this day to come so soon.

"Tomorrow at the latest, maybe tonight."

Cecilia raised her eyebrows calmly.

Is this believing that you won't run away?

Come out of the bustling commercial street, walk 500 meters forward and turn right, you will see the largest slum in the city.

There is a very clear dividing line between the two properties.

People one step away live a fulfilling and prosperous life, while people within one step have no food to eat.

The situation has improved since Babbitt came to power.

Before, I had no idea how bad the situation could get.

There was no slum to be seen from where Cecilia was standing.

Seeing her lost in thought, Babbitt walked over to her and held Cecilia's hand, "What are you thinking about?"

She turned her head and looked into Babbitt's eyes.

There is no one who does not want power.

In this world, power means money.

In the eyes of many people, including Cecilia, Babbitt has already reached the peak of his life.

He has his own territory, and the people in the territory are quite supportive of him.

I am barely the only one who holds a higher position than him, and the next one is Gallup.

The emperor of Hu Guzhi City is far away, and Gallup has very little jurisdiction over the south. Except for the annual allocation of money, he usually doesn't think of the south when it comes to good things.

When something as bad as this conscription cannot get any worse, Gallup will remember that he still has his people in the South.

This is not Gallup's fault.

Or rather, Gallup can’t be blamed entirely.

Babbitt and his father are also responsible for the current situation in the South.

On the way here, I didn't see any fruit, even in the larger villages.

Fruit is a monopoly commodity in the South.

What kind of fruit had Cecilia not seen during these days at the manor?

It’s so dazzling that it’s more than enough to open a large fruit wholesale market.

But in such a large and long commercial street in Huguzhi City, there is only one fruit shop.

The variety of fruits in it was not even as great as the fruit platter that the servants at the manor casually brought her, and the prices were ridiculously high, and they didn't look very fresh.

How sad?

Babbitt did make the city a little better.

But he actually has the ability to make this place better.

But he didn't.

There was really no need for him to do so. He just made a slight move and the people here started praising him.

It can't even be said that Babbitt was wrong.

From the perspective of the locals, Babbitt has indeed made their lives better.

A gentleman does not care about his deeds.

If Babbitt could pretend all his life and make the people in the south better off year by year, Cecilia would have nothing to say.

Before she knew Babbitt's fundamental purpose of wanting power, she would not be so self-righteous as to use a loudspeaker to expose Babbitt's true face to the people of Huguzhi.

At this point in time, this seems like the dumbest thing to do.

Cecilia shook her head and said with an apologetic smile, "I'm just a little tired."

On the way back to the manor, Cecilia saw the hotel cook posting missing person notices everywhere.

Cecilia's heart seemed to be squeezed.

"parking."

The carriage slowly stopped, and Babbitt looked at Cecilia in confusion.

Cecilia didn't know how to explain, "I have something to do, can you give me three minutes?"

She was just short of saying, "I won't run."

Babitt nodded, and Cecilia quickly jumped off the carriage.

The mask had appeared on Cecilia's face at some point, and she could feel more than one pair of eyes watching her from behind.

She walked quickly, even jogging, behind the cook, and before she could even catch her breath, she patted the cook on the shoulder.

The other person turned around and saw that it was her. He hugged Cecilia and cried in his voice, "Where have you been these days? I thought you were kidnapped by the people in the slums."

Cecilia blamed herself a lot. The other party had obviously helped her a lot, but she hadn't remembered to send him a message these days.