Cynthia casually opened the buckle of one of the trunks and lifted the lid.

  Inside was a whole box full of... jewels.

  The five colors and six colors dazzled Cynthia so much that she narrowed her eyes, and then she opened two more boxes in a row.

  It's like opening a blind box, this time it's colorful top-grade velvet and glittering gold and silver utensils.

  Cynthia struggled to control her facial expression, reaching out to touch the obviously expensive fabrics, and softly sighed, "What's with this, so many colors but only wearing red and black."

  It's such a waste, but she's the only one who can digest it now.

  She took out a few pieces of red satin and decided to make a dress in the same color as Kael's first.

  If he can accept it, then she can also wear something else.

  As for those gold coins and gems, Cynthia didn't even touch them.

  The key being in her hand doesn't mean she can splurge at will, and she didn't want to appear before Kael with the image of someone who spends money recklessly.

  Although she used to shop online until her eyes ached before stopping.

  But this is a very bad habit.

  After such a long time of contact, Cynthia understood that Kyrios was a very rigid and demanding god who couldn't tolerate any impurities in his eyes, and before she could gain his love, she needed to hold back her bad habits.

  Wrapped in silk, she emerged from the basement and ran into Anthony, who was just about to go see Elisa and Elena.

  "What are you doing here?" Cynthia walked over and asked in a low voice.

  "Give them a reprieve, they can't die without an adult's orders." Anthony said with a smile.

  Cynthia was willing to call this the most evil smile.

  She stuffed the silk into Antony's hands. "Caesar says they belong to me now, can you help me get these onto the carriage?"

  "Are you going out?"

  "I want to send Elena and Elisa back into their father's arms." Cynthia twitched the corner of her mouth, then pointed at the red ribbon on his hand, "Then go to a tailor in DC to make two sets of clothes."

  "Are the clothes in your closet not good-looking? There are enough of them to last you a long time." Anthony was somewhat perplexed, and even more so by her insistence on sending him away. "I recall that those sisters were not very friendly towards you, and they even wanted to introduce the widowed Jill to you."

  "That's enough for Lord Kyrios to sentence them to death." Antony's mouth moved quickly, words spilling out continuously, "He was merciful only because of you, and yet you still want to send people back?"

  "Yes, I'm going to send people back." Cynthia replied firmly.

  "Alright, this is your gift, you have the right to decide what to do with it."

  He carried the silk fabric back and forth, "I'll wait for you in the carriage outside."

  Cynthia again asked Ebur to take down these two sisters from the cross, and that blood almost stained her skirt.

  "Where has Lord Caylus gone?" she asked, following closely behind Ebral as he carried his burden.

  "Something's coming in from Taemolia." Ebur said nonchalantly: "The lord has gone to fetch it."

  "Giant?" This was all Cynthia could think of.

  "If it were a giant, it would have been discovered the moment it stepped in." Eber threw the man onto the carriage that had long been waiting at the door, climbed so many stairs without panting, and said with a light tone, patting his hands as if dusting them off:

  "Alright, Cynthia, is there anything else I can help you with?"

  Cynthia stood at the castle gate, looking at the two sisters in the carriage who were bleeding profusely, and frowned, "Can't you temporarily stop their bleeding? The carriage will be all over with blood."

  "Ebure muttered an incantation and several small, circular magic arrays appeared on their bodies, stopping the bleeding although not healing it."

  This is far more than just a slight difference from Khaos' treatment, he only needs to stretch out his hand and all the wounds on him will heal automatically.

  It's indeed divine, being so powerful without even having a divine aura.

  Cynthia sighed silently.

  "First go to Lord Gill's house."

  Anthony played the role of a charioteer and took her down Mount Parnassus.

  The roadside was lined with beautiful trees and a large amount of lush green ferns, Cynthia gazed absent-mindedly, her lips curled up in an inexplicable smile.

  Returning this pair of sisters is certainly not just a matter of sympathy.

  Although the last banquet has played a warning role in the noble circle, it is still not enough.

  She wants to consolidate her position and influence in people's minds, she must reap everyone's awe.

  For those who want to take advantage of her, Cynthia has never been lenient.

  The whole of Tameria feared Kael, but she rode in his private carriage with his private servants and returned the sisters to Lord Gill as if to show everyone her kind and compassionate heart.

  And she was not as popular in Caesarea as rumor had it, but rather favored.

  It's so extraordinary that he can save two people from his hands.

  Cynthia withdrew her gaze and looked at the half-dead sister flower by her feet, her eyes filled with pity once again.

  Although he should be punished for his crime, it is not a capital offense.

  Now they were lucky enough to be left alive by her, and the reputation of these two girls was almost ruined.

  They will live forever in pain.

  The sun quietly emerged from the dark clouds, and it was another breezy and beautiful afternoon.

  Caius's carriage entered the city and attracted everyone's attention along the way.

  Everyone was secretly watching Cynthia in the carriage, looking at her going straight to Lord Gill's manor, and couldn't help but gossip quietly.

  "What brings the nobles of Rydania to Lord Griel's manor again?"

  "No need to address Gill as Lord anymore, he angered Lord Caius and nearly harmed all his belongings, both daughters are also gone, now poor with only the manor left."

  Those who attended the dinner party that day are still hiding at home and dare not go out.

  “...”

  When they arrived at the entrance of Lord Gil's manor, the sun was shining brightly.

  Anthony opened the car door from outside and Cynthia got out of the car.

  But in just a few days, the originally bustling and prosperous manor became somewhat desolate.

  There was no carriage waiting at the door, which was within her expectations, but there was no gatekeeper on duty, which was strange.

  "Doesn't Lord Gyll care at all that his property is being stolen? He's so rich." Cynthia felt that Caius must have done something else she didn't think of.

  Anthony's words from his mouth also confirmed her thoughts.

  "It's not that I don't care, it's just that there's nothing left to care about." He helped Cynthia carry down the two sisters' luggage from the carriage.

  If it weren't for their chests still heaving, she would have thought they were dead on the road.

  "Come in." Cynthia slightly lifted her long skirt and walked in with a calm pace.