The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 438

Chapter 438: Paying With Cakes and Pastries

While she was lost in thought, Talia suddenly rushed around, grabbing a mountain of cakes and pastries, stuffing them into a big woven basket. Then she handed it to Primrose with both hands.

"I don’t know how else to repay you, but please take these cakes and cookies," Talia said with a warm smile.

Primrose looked down at the basket, and immediately thought, ’These cakes and cookies are definitely not "a little"! They could feed a whole village!’

Even though she felt it was a bit too much, Primrose still accepted the gift with a happy heart. After all, if she turned it down, Talia would probably send it straight to the Duke’s manor anyway.

After making sure Talia was alright and giving her a few gold coins, Primrose and Edmund finally left the bakery.

"I didn’t even get to eat my cake peacefully, but at least we got something even better," Primrose said cheerfully, skipping a little as she walked. Edmund followed beside her, holding the big woven basket in one hand.

At the very least, the cakes and pastries were enough to help Primrose forget—just for a moment—about what Lazarus had gone through in the past.

They then returned to the auction house to pay and pick up the items they had won.

The event was still going on, and Primrose could hear people shouting prices and even insulting each other simply because they couldn’t get the items they wanted.

Even so, Edmund and Primrose were allowed to pick up their things early since they were privileged guests.

"Your father just arrived at the auction house a moment ago, My La—Your Majesty," said Mr. Gregory, one of the auction staff. He had worked there for so many years—ever since Primrose was only ten—that he knew her and her father very well.

"You can just call me normally if you’re not used to it yet." Primrose smiled kindly. "I’m not that strict."

Most people in Illvaris always used honorifics like "My Lady this" and "My Lady that," so now that her title had suddenly changed, it was natural for them to struggle a little.

Usually, most nobles never wanted to be addressed by their old honorific once they climbed in rank. Honestly, that was understandable, since an honorific was important to distinguish a person’s status

However, Primrose didn’t really care much about that. As long as they weren’t in a formal event where the correct title was required, she wasn’t too strict about it.

Besides, it wasn’t as if they would suddenly call her by her name so casually.

"Thank you for being so understanding, Your Majesty," Mr. Gregory said. "But I will make sure to get used to it, so I won’t accidentally call you the wrong title."

As a staff member of the auction house, Gregory had met many nobles, and most of them were difficult to please. Therefore, once he met nobles who treated others like actual human beings—such as the Duke of Illvaris and his daughter—he didn’t want to disrespect them by addressing them incorrectly.

"As you know, Your Majesty, we also provide protection services to escort you safely home," Mr. Gregory added. "Recently, there have been many bandits around this area, so they might target people who just came out of the auction house."

"We’re fine," Edmund replied politely. "My soldiers will escort us."

There were only two Noctvaris soldiers visible near the carriage, but many more soldiers were watching them from the shadows.

Even so, Edmund alone was more than enough to kick any bandits out of their way.

[I would normally think that a noble who brings only a few guards is dumb, especially after buying items for such high prices, but this man... he isn’t an ordinary noble.]

Mr. Gregory thought to himself. [Yeah, I don’t even think the bandits would dare show their faces in front of the mighty Beast King.]

They actually did, and because of that, they would have to stop committing crimes for eternity, because... they would be sentenced to death afterward.

"You can send the bill to my father," Primrose said with a smile. "He will be the one to pay since we didn’t bring much money with us."

Actually, it wasn’t something very important to say, but it was also a bit necessary. Primrose simply didn’t want anyone to think her husband was pretending to be rich while secretly relying on her father’s money.

Good thing Mr. Gregory didn’t think anything bad after hearing it. He simply smiled at them and said, "I understand, Your Majesty."

He then placed the music box and the perfume into a wooden box, wrapped it with a special fireproof cloth, and handed it to them. "Here are your auction items, Your Majesties." He added, "Thank you for trusting our auction house with your money."

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