Not everyone has this ability.
Cha Dai's eyebrows jumped, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
It is worth mentioning that she is not the kind of maid or servant that most people imagine.
She had read some of the fantasy novels on the market, in which the maids in the palace were always described as young and beautiful, as if they were capable and competent, and were the angels in most people's dreams.
...There's nothing we can do about it. If your work was written based on present-day Sarah, you certainly wouldn't dare let the protagonist marry a princess. There are only a few options left, and the most reasonable one is a beautiful maid.
But the quality of maids is really uneven. People born in poor families have a problem with their concept, sometimes they feel inferior, and even raise nightmare monsters because of their inner imbalance. People born in normal families rarely have the special ability to endure hardships.
This doesn't mean that you have to do any heavy or strenuous work, but many people can't do this level of hard work.
Whether or not you can do something is one thing, being willing to do it and doing it well is another.
Therefore, anyone who can become the head maid in the White Shadow Palace must be quite old. Cha Dai is considered good among these people, but she is 39 years old this year, and wrinkles have begun to appear on some parts of her face.
She didn't mind, instead she thought it was a good way to show off her authority.
By the way... Queen Sara is really gentle.
Age is here, Chadai has served Charuni. The ruling styles of these two people are completely different. If Charuni is a mountain, a towering and immovable boulder, then Alwin is a spring breeze, and you can feel her consideration for you anytime and anywhere.
She was the most humble king and also the one with the best temper. She rarely got angry with her servants and showed consideration for others in everything she said and did, which moved the maids a lot. There were at least 50 maids under her command who dreamed of having something happen with her.
Cha Dai...never thought about it.
It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m no longer at the age where I can have such erotic dreams.
When it comes to this topic, my thoughts unconsciously turn to the upcoming marriage.
Sarah's queen is getting married.
Although the husband has not been chosen yet, the marriage is a foregone conclusion. Cha Dai thinks there is nothing wrong with this. After all, it is not easy to have such a young king and the current stable situation. If His Majesty can have a few children, people's hearts will be completely settled.
What will Your Majesty choose in the end?
The younger generation of the Steel Family has good qualities, but Cha Dai has been in the palace for a long time and has heard some ancient secrets. She is not optimistic about the young man who has been active recently.
Blood relationship comes first...
If the legend is true, they basically have no chance. On the contrary, those less outstanding relatives have a greater hope, but Chadai thinks they are not worthy of the king.
This is certainly not worthy.
How could she possibly be worthy of him? Your Majesty is a wise monarch that only appears once in many years. In her opinion, no one is worthy of Your Majesty.
Hmm... I want to say something extremely unrighteous in my heart, maybe it would be okay if the goddess came down to earth.
Thinking of certain images in her mind, Cha Dai gradually became absent-minded, and the eyebrows she drew on Alwin were a little crooked.
"Chadai?" The girl raised her eyebrows.
She has white hair, eyelashes and eyebrows, which are also white. However, because she has not yet recovered from a serious illness in her early years, her eyebrows are too sparse, so she needs to use a light-colored pen to outline them.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." Cha Dai quickly made amends.
Seeing the girl in the mirror quickly becoming brighter and more attractive under a pair of skillful hands, Alvin also felt happy.
"Are you thinking about those candidates?" she asked Cha Dai.
"It doesn't matter... As for my own husband, I don't need him to have any special abilities. It would be ideal if he behaves well and doesn't cause any trouble for me."
She is always like this...
Cha Dai's heart twitched.
Whenever I had emotional fluctuations, Alvin was always the first to notice them. What was even more incredible was that he could guess the reasons for those fluctuations, and most of the time he would not point them out, but would bring them up in the topic, unconsciously guiding the conversation.
It’s just like spring rain…quietly nourishing the soul.
"Of course it would be best if he had other qualities." Alvin sighed, "For example, he is a gentle person, an interesting person, a well-educated person, who can make me happy when I am sad, and when I am tired and want to be willful, he will hug me regardless of the occasion, kiss my forehead and say to me... 'Go to sleep, I'll take care of everything'..."
Cha Dai couldn't hold it in any longer.
It's a very excessive request...if this is a real request, then no one can meet it.
“Yes, huh?”
The woman in the mirror was smiling faintly, and Alvin saw it too. She pouted, "It's just that I'm not in Sarah."
After a while, her makeup was done, and with the help of Cha Dai, she put on the emerald green dress that dragged on the ground, picked up a golden crown from the desk and put it on her head.
I have to go to court today... um...
That dream is so desirable that I should consider being lazy and coming back early to see if I can continue it.
……
After the morning court session ended, Jenley Maxwell looked forward with a frown, in stark contrast to the other ministers who were walking out.
"What are you looking at, Baron?" someone asked him.
"Nothing." Zhan Li replied, "I just think... Your Majesty looks good today."
Janley was a baron, Baron Maxwell. Sarah did not support hereditary titles now, so this honor was earned by his hard work.
Wayne Port now attaches less and less importance to noble titles. Some minor nobles, impoverished nobles, etc., are probably not as valued as some important figures.
There is a difference between official positions and titles, but since Zhan Li is a baron, his official position is not much lower.
The head of the Population Mobility Department, this is his department. To be honest, it is a tough job. His usual job is to supervise his subordinates to count the population mobility of the capital during this period, to see how many people are coming in, how many are leaving... how many are missing, how many are dead, and what their specific identities are... He has to count and process all of these.
But the power is not small. In fact, you can understand it if you think about it. If this kind of work does not have some privileges, even basic development cannot be achieved.
I just reported a list of names that Zhan Li found out. He thought these people were very suspicious.
If the list is approved and His Majesty has read his suggestions, the paper will probably be transferred to the Security Bureau, which will then arrange for detectives to conduct a secret investigation and share intelligence with him during the process.
So there is nothing else to do for now.
Seeing that it was still early in the morning, Zhan Li wondered whether he should go to an opera as he walked out of the palace.
"Hmm?" Then he caught a glimpse of a familiar face.
It's an occupational disease that makes him remember people's facial features very well. It's hard to forget them after just one look.
So he had an impression that the other party should be a close confidant of Prince Naris, and his name seemed to be Kaiser... Kaiser-Mofolan or something.
Why is he here?
Stopping and looking back in surprise, Zhan Li realized that it was not as simple as entering the palace.
He was wearing the armor of the Flintstone Knights.
On patrol.
Guarding the palace.
I fell asleep leaning against it, and I will write 10,000 words later
Maybe I was too tired and I only slept for 3 hours due to jet lag, and I couldn’t hold on during the night.
I have always believed that getting up in the early morning to write is the most scientific way for me, because both getting up and making the decision to get up to write are painful things for the mind - maybe this is because I don't love writing enough. Some real geniuses can't wait to indulge in it, and for me, except for those climax plots, I will only enter the stage of addiction when I write 500/5000. At this time, because the pain has been overcome, the endorphins that must be baptized by pain will begin to be secreted in large quantities. With the help of this natural medicine, my condition will get better and better. This is also the real reason why my writing efficiency in the early morning is so high, and the quality is higher than my condition at other times.
Compared with most other authors, I have hardly ever had any writing problems, which may be due to this.
The effect of endorphins is really magical. It can even block illness and hunger. The normal feeling of hunger when waking up is completely non-existent when typing in the early morning, so this is definitely the most scientific way for me, because it allows me to grab several more hours every day than other people. But it also has its hidden dangers. Once the original regular schedule is disrupted, I can't get more than or hours of sleep before getting up in the early morning, or simply get up more than 3 hours in advance and wait for my "coding time" to come. This will become a very torturous thing.
Now it is obviously the consequence of torturing myself... basically this is how I get those 2-3 days off every month.
But Ai Li has received four consecutive half-year awards, which means that based on the leave application mechanism, we can barely assume that Ai Li has had "perfect attendance" for two years, right?
The basic requirement for full-time writers is 20 words a month, and the basic requirement for ascended writers is 30 words a month, which is definitely not enough. But I am actually a guy who lacks perseverance and has a serious procrastination problem. In the end, I was able to persist in this way. Looking back, it’s pretty impressive~
It’s just that… the more and more times I fall asleep leaning against the bed like this, the more I realize that my body seems to have its limits.
Of course I am not complaining. Thanks to my "tricks", I have almost no occupational diseases compared to many authors. I have also saved so much time over the years, so it is a good deal no matter how you calculate it...
I just feel that human beings are still too fragile, and the limit is visible at a glance.
I'm sharing a little secret with you.
ps: If you want to play this way, it is best to determine your sleep situation first. It is different for each person. Mine is hours. If you meet the requirement, you can maintain it for a long time and ensure that you are not sleepy or tired during the day. Considering the margin, 6 hours is enough. The limit is hours. If it is less than that, the decline will be very serious.
ps2: Some people have already complained in the group that they are supporting Tenet in the plot. In fact, I have given the answer, and smart readers should have guessed the reason.
Chapter 5: Sins in the Shadows 5k
"I saw that Kaiser standing guard at the palace today..."
It was a dark night, Zhan Li sat in a chair, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, staring at the wood grain on the table while mumbling his inner doubts.
This was not a bar. People like them who had jobs usually didn't dare to talk about things in a bar. This was a safe place he and his friends had found, the Roland Hotel, which was only ten minutes away from Xicheng District.
The box was filled with smoke. A bald fat man sat opposite him, holding a thick, long cigarette in his hand and listening to his description with half-closed eyes.
His name is Ryan, and he is a close friend of Zhan Li. The two even have a life-and-death friendship - when Zhan Li was very young, an evil incident occurred in his home. A nightmare monster that had hatched killed people at home. Everyone wanted to run away, but his father, who held the keys to the iron doors and windows of the house, was killed first. In the panic, no one dared to go upstairs to the corpse to get the key.
Young Zhan Li listened to the screams coming from the corridor, and saw that the fence door that was originally used to protect himself was about to become a prison of life, and it would soon be his and his mother's turn... At this time, Ryan came.
The two were naughty and often sneaked out to play in the middle of the night, relying on the stable law and order in the capital. Normally, no bad incidents would happen in the rich area, but if accidents were controllable, they would not be called that.
Ryan soon discovered that something had happened at his friend's home. He wanted to help, but it was too late to call for help. He also couldn't possibly take apart or break open the iron gate with his own weak arms and legs. Then he saw a shed at the base of the wall outside the house, which was filled with hay for feeding horses. So he used the matches he carried with him to light the hay, and the spreading fire set the house on fire.
Arson in Wayne Port is a felony, but if the purpose is to save people, it is another matter. On the one hand, the fire curbed the efficiency of the monsters in eating people, and on the other hand, it was very conspicuous in the night and quickly attracted patrolling police. As a result, Zhan Li and his son were rescued - they were the only two left in the family.
As a down-and-out nobleman, Zhan Li came to his senses after that incident and began to focus most of his energy on studying. He was admitted to the branch of Pusilent University. After graduating from school, he met a noble person who introduced him to this position. That's how he was able to sit in this position at the age of 32, which is considered very young.
But his relationship with Ryan has never been severed. He always reminds himself that this is his best friend and there is nothing that cannot be talked about between the two of them, even gossips about royal children.
"Kaiser Loveland, right?" The fat man, Ryan, finally spoke. "He is Prince Trierred's most trusted assistant. Even outside this city, many people know him. How could he be on guard at the palace... Did you see it wrong?"
"I swear I'm not wrong!" Zhan Li shook his head and continued, "You know my ability, right? I've been in this business for too long... but I studied economics at the beginning! I was thinking of taking shortcuts to revitalize the family... Of course, I'm not saying that this position is bad. Although it's a bit tiring, it's not without benefits. It's just a little bit different from what I thought..."
"You've had too much to drink." Ryan frowned, feeling that the topic was going too far. "Yes, I understand. The reason they put you in this position where you have no experience is because they value your abilities."
Zhan Li has told him this more than once. They are best friends, and friends can always talk about anything.
As for Zhan Li's ability...his memory for faces is much stronger than others.
Although he would complain that it was an occupational disease or something, Ryan knew that was not the case. There were some people in this world who were gifted, and that talent could not be acquired through training.
It was precisely because of Zhan Li's ability in this area, coupled with his clean family background, that he was able to be promoted so quickly in the royal capital where nobles and wealthy businessmen gathered.
Ryan's family only runs a small business, but this poor friend from childhood has climbed to a high position without anyone noticing.
"So you understand how strange this is?" Zhan Li shook his head. "You said that he... that Kaiser... he is not in Trierred to help His Royal Highness, but ran back to Wayne to guard the palace?"
"What's the logic behind this? Who arranged this? Haha... There is nothing more ridiculous than this..."
Zhan Li had indeed drunk too much. He had been under a lot of pressure recently because Her Majesty the Queen was choosing a husband, and many people had come to Wayne during this period. The department had endless lists of names and photos to review every day, and he hadn't had a good rest for two weeks.
So when he had a rare chance to relax and have a short half-day off, he would immediately come out for a drink to seek spiritual relief and release.
Although Ryan is a businessman, he has political thinking, which is rare - this is what his father taught him when he was very young. His father said that businessmen who live a muddle-headed life are only in other places, but in Port Wayne, businessmen who don't understand politics will not live long.
So he always felt that Zhan Li's drinking habit would harm him in some way. He had never heard of the heads of powerful departments liking to drink. They always strictly disciplined themselves and refused to do anything that crossed the line.
Zhan Li has been living in a nightmare because of the shadow of his childhood. He drinks only to vent stress. There is nothing wrong with that, but he can't tell everything just because he has a good relationship with him...
Ryan had a headache, it was not that he disliked Zhan Li, the relationship between the two was now more than just friendship, he also counted on his good friend to leak some unimportant news from time to time to provide business convenience.
But what can I say? He has now started a family and a career. He is no longer just caring about himself like he was when he was young. He also has relatives to take care of, and he has to worry about whether he will be implicated if something happens.
Supporting his friend and throwing him into the back seat of the car, Ryan greeted the acquaintances he knew, responding to one sentence after another, "Fatty? That's you..." "Fatty, come play later~", while looking up at the building behind him.
Roland Hotel, with its huge sign across a seven-story building, looks quite magnificent compared to the residential buildings.
It is said to be one of the safest hotels at present, but Ryan believes that if those men in black want to investigate him, nothing they talked about tonight can be hidden.
Considering Friend's position, such an investigation is even already underway.
Zhan Li can get drunk and trust me to tell me these things, but I can't just keep listening to them stupidly...
Feeling half bitter and half content, the fat businessman finished his last cigarette on the steps, opened the car door and got in.
He first sent Zhan Li home, then took the clothes to the laundry and drove back to his own home. It was already late at night when he got home.
The wife had been standing by the door, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar car lights and face. She walked around to help Ryan open the door without waiting for the car to stop, and whispered to him, "Be gentle, the children should be asleep."
"It doesn't matter. There's no class tomorrow anyway." Ryan smiled, parked the car, and followed his wife into the house.
After drinking and not eating much, the two of them had a late-night snack. While eating, Ryan whispered to his wife about the interesting anecdotes that happened today, and when they were happy, they would laugh quietly together.
This is the daily life of an ordinary businessman with some connections in the royal capital.
