Willow leaned in a bit closer, her voice lowered.
"Your Majesty said that only the best warriors are worthy of the best supplies.
She is using her care to personally water her sharpest blade!"
Delilah looked at that bowl of white, shimmering liquid emitting a delicate fragrance, and her heart once again missed a beat uncooperatively.
"The first batch of milk produced... she actually thought of me first?"
Delilah recalled Sophia's face, cold as frost, as if she cared for nothing in the world; the layer of ice within her heart seemed to be instantly melted by this bowl of warm liquid.
Someone like her could have clearly enjoyed all the honor and glory alone, yet she insisted on revealing her benevolence in such details.
Is she afraid that I damaged my foundation due to the long journey, so she specially sent such nutritious milk to me first?
This kind of silent high regard was heavier than any reward.
Delilah lifted the bowl. Since this was something Sophia had personally confirmed to taste good and be nutritious, she drank it with exceptional solemnity.
The rich milky fragrance dissolved in her mouth, a warm current sliding down her throat into her stomach, finally seeming to gather in her heart—sweet and toasty warm.
"Many thanks to Your Majesty. I will definitely work even harder."
Delilah put down the bowl, her fingertips still unconsciously rubbing the rim, her eyes revealing a kind of resolution reached after deep thought.
Willow completed the first stop, then rushed non-stop toward the West Tower.
Inside the West Tower, Irene was lying prone in front of the experimental table, holding a charcoal stick and scribbling frantically on a piece of parchment, mumbling words like 'centrifugal degreasing' and 'vacuum concentration'.
"Miss Irene! Great news!"
Willow pushed the door open and entered, her voice crisp.
Irene was startled into a hand tremor, almost crossing out the data she had just calculated.
She turned her head, looking at Willow, whose face was flushed red.
"What is it? What great news? Did the cow give birth?"
"No! It's Your Majesty!"
Willow once again assumed that holy posture, handing over the remaining small half-bucket of milk.
"Your Majesty was full of praise for this batch of Holy Water you squeezed out!
Not only did she finish drinking it just now, but she also specially issued a decree to bestow this Holy Water, carrying the divine power of life, upon the three of us!"
Irene froze for a moment, looking at that half-bucket of milk.
"Uh, what did you say this is?"
She tried to tell herself that she had misheard just now.
"Your Majesty's Holy Water!"
Willow looked as if it were a matter of course, unable to understand why this great inventor couldn't hear clearly today.
"Aside from Your Majesty, who could allow such a miracle to appear in Mason?
This is the condensation of Your Majesty's will, the Sacred Water bestowed upon us!
Abbreviated as Her Majesty's Holy Water."
"Pfft—cough, cough, cough, cough!"
As a modern soul who had received nine years of compulsory education and surfed the internet frantically, some strange images instantly flashed through Irene's mind.
She held back her laughter until her face turned completely red, her shoulders twitching, nearly breaking character on the spot.
Holy Water...
Irene suddenly felt a sense of 'everyone is drunk and I alone am sober', but on second thought, this place probably wouldn't have that kind of somewhat perverted slang.
However, it still sounded a bit strange to her.
"Um, well, Willow."
Irene tried hard to suppress the corners of her mouth that were rising, holding it in until her voice trembled slightly.
"In the future, can we change the title?
Just calling it fresh milk, or Your Majesty's Gift is fine.
Never, never call it Holy Water."
Willow looked puzzled.
"Why?
Only this kind of title displays Your Majesty's majesty and compassion."
"No, you don't understand."
Irene patted Willow's shoulder with a profound look, forcibly enduring the urge to burst out laughing.
"Some holiness cannot be spoken of lightly, otherwise it will blaspheme Your Majesty's majesty.
Listen to me, trust me."
Willow nodded, seeming to understand yet not fully understanding.
"Since Miss Inventor says so, then alright.
However, Your Majesty's benevolence is indeed as deep and vast as the ocean!"
Irene nodded repeatedly, then took the milk and gulped down a large mouthful.
It was indeed delicious; she hadn't expected Sophia to share the milk.
It seems that in this era, mixing with this Tyrant really makes the days more and more hopeful.
The night grew darker.
In the dense forest on the outskirts of the Mason Royal City, a gang of bandits was quietly lurking.
The one-eyed leader at the head spat, his eyes flickering with a greedy, fierce light:
"Damn it, everyone says Mason is a place so poor even the rats hold back tears, but I didn't expect this Tyrant to research some soap and make such a huge windfall.
Brothers, I've seen this Palace. The walls are so low even a dog could jump over, and inside there are probably just a few old, weak, sick, and disabled guards watching the gate."
"Boss, I heard that Little Queen kills people without blinking an eye!"
A timid bandit shrank his neck.
"Fear a fart! Those are all rumors to scare people!"
The One-Eyed Dragon lowered his voice, his tone contemptuous.
"A little girl, a Tyrant who relied on killing a few relatives to rise to power, what does she know about leading troops?
Once we flip over the wall, get in, and snatch that soap formula, we won't have to worry for the rest of our lives!
Rest assured, once we have the soap secret recipe, things will be different from now.
After finishing this job, we'll wash our hands of this life.
What we earn in the future will all be clean money from making soap!"
This gang of bandits roamed the borders of various countries all year round, looting and committing all kinds of crimes, priding themselves on their extraordinary skills.
In their view, a mess like the Kingdom of Mason, which had just changed owners and had unstable political power, probably had a defense level not much different from their own back garden.
So after hearing about the soap nearby in Leighton, they came without stopping.
2:00 AM, under the shadow of the stone wall on the west side of the Palace.
A group of people used the cover of night to easily hook onto the top of the wall using grappling hooks.
The One-Eyed Dragon leader was the first to flip up. He was just about to reveal a triumphant grin, but the moment he saw the scene inside the Palace clearly, his whole body froze on the spot.
In his anticipation, the interior of the Palace should have been overgrown with weeds and dimly lit.
But what appeared before his eyes were smooth stone paths illuminated as bright as day by improved oil lamps placed every fifty steps.
Even more terrifying was that uniform, heavy sound of footsteps, rhythmic like machinery, coming from the corner of the corridor.
"Who is it?!"
A shout rang out like thunder.
Before the bandits could react, dozens of pitch-black muzzles had already poked out from the dark, precisely locking down all escape routes.
That was not the loose posture of ordinary soldiers, but a terrifying aura of energy and physical strength at their peak due to having eaten and drunk their fill recently.
"First row, pull the trigger, warning shot!"
"Bang—!"
The roar of gunpowder exploded under the silent night sky. A lead bullet flew past, grazing the One-Eyed Dragon's scalp, and shattered the stone pillar behind him.
"Don't, don't kill me! We surrender!"
The One-Eyed Dragon fell straight down from the wall, frightened out of his wits.
What the hell are those black tubes?
Why can they shatter stone directly?
How is this a dilapidated Palace negligent in defense?
This is clearly a steel fortress with a bloody mouth wide open, full of sharp teeth!
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