Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Not Weak at Brainwashing
"Though the Nine Realms Kingdom hasn’t been around for as long as the Imperial Family, its rapid development in the past century is not to be underestimated.
The Wanderers and Raiders have always been the common enemies of the three legitimate powers in the interstellar world, hence the Empire seeks help under this pretext.
Since when has the once splendorous Imperial Family started to become beholden to others?
How lamentable.
*
When Hannah woke, it was already noon, and she had been changed into a set of comfortable pyjamas.
No one else was in the villa apart from Arnold Simmons and herself.
Hannah didn’t rush to find Arnold, instead, she pulled Goldie out from the corner where it had been squatting all day.
Still drowsy, Goldie covered its ears, appearing a bit shy.
Hannah watched it with amusement, "What are you doing?"
Goldie hung its head low, "Cough, cough, beware of what you see and hear."
As it spoke, it seemed to scratch its own head. It had grown a short layer of fluff there, and looked somewhat pitiful.
Hannah, who had just finished changing her clothes, was now examining her face in the mirror.
She wasn’t too satisfied with the lack of skincare products that Arnold had, "Who taught you that?"
Although Goldie was an AI, at the end of the day it is a basic system. It thinks simplistically, doesn’t beat around the bush, and certainly wouldn’t say things like that.
Goldie gave a sneaky smile, "Master, when you weren’t here, I peeked at your novels. They have everything."
Even though it still didn’t understand why humans in the book had colored hair, or how they could cry diamonds, it found it really interesting.
It even found a few hundred novels online to read slowly.
Hannah finished drawing her eyebrows and turned her head to glance at Goldie, laughing lightly, "You’re young but already so crafty."
Goldie jumped off the bed, "Master, I’m fifty this year!"
It stretched out a paw.
This age was not considered young on Blue Star, but in the interstellar world, it still only amounts to an underage child.
Hannah didn’t speak, focusing on her makeup in the mirror.
Unable to contain itself, Goldie asked again: "How old are you this year, master?"
It couldn’t find out any information about its master, so it had to surreptitiously ask around.
Goldie thought Hannah wouldn’t answer, but she turned her head and uttered lightly, "Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask a lady her age?"
Goldie blinked, not understanding, "What’s so bad about that? The princess of the Imperial Family celebrates her birthday every year. Although I’m only fifty this year, I know that the princess is turning one hundred this year, she’s considered an adult..."
Every time the princess is mentioned, Goldie can’t help but babble, eager to share its little secrets and gossip with its master.
Hannah sat in front of the mirror throughout, concentrating on the makeup on her face. Only at the end, she took out a lipstick and applied it to her lips.
The vibrant red replaced the original weak lip color, adding a touch of charm.
Hannah didn’t interrupt Goldie’s speech, starting a live-streaming app by herself. Her eyes quickly skimmed over the not-so-many bullet screens and comments from the previous night.
She stayed just half a second longer on the longest bullet screen, a brief pause in her eyes, before swiping past a few seconds later.
She closed the live-streaming app just when Goldie became tired and looking for a place to drink water.
Hannah leaned back in her chair to watch it, "It seems the Imperial Family’s brainwashing skills have not declined in the past years, resulting in yet another disciple."
