Chapter 24 A Great Start or Not

Susan looked back at the closed office door, sighed deeply in her heart, and then walked in the direction Lily pointed to earlier.

Anyway, it was a great start. She tried to comfort herself in mind, whether for her new life in this strange medieval world or for her future career plan.

First, the salary of the court seamstress was good. According to Susan's understanding, it's good enough to feed a small family and have the rest of the money in the bank. If she was lucky enough, she could pay off the debt they owned from Shadow. So she might get rid of this freak forever.

Second, the working environment in the court was a little better than outside the tailor's workshop. Not much sexism, although sexism was the biggest problem for the working woman in the medieval age. And not much bullying, she hoped. As the Duke said, a court seamstress was the position who could directly see the Queen; there was not much space for bullying.

Third, what better way to understand the world than to be close to the center of power? Connections, relationships, favors, and being the favorite of the Queen if she was lucky enough. These were all lifetime benefits. Just like the modern world, things have never changed over thousands of years.

But like every coin has two sides. Susan frowned slightly and sighed again.

She got into several troubles while getting the position. Shadow, the Duke, and the Chief of the Praetorian Guard were either high-ranking nobles or people with underground powers. She couldn't afford to offend any of them.

If this triple spy thing was already enough of a headache for her, then the bizarre attitude of Lady Weber made her even more pessimistic.

She even murmured to herself: "Maybe saving money and escaping from the court as soon as possible is the smartest way? "

Susan mulled over these things that bothered her while strolling along the corridor.

The corridors of Silvermoon Castle were terrifyingly long. Passages and corridors were connected one by one, and several unknown function halls were in between. The walls were either decorated with artworks and portraits or covered by beautiful murals. Most of the murals were talking about mythology stories, she guessed. Although Susan was interested in those murals, she didn't have time to stop to watch closely.

Comfortable couches and chaise lounges, and lavishly decorated furniture were everywhere. Green potted plants separated these spaces in a staggered manner. Susan even saw a large tree growing in the stairwell. The dark green branches pointed straight to the dome, where the transparent glass dome was spilling golden light into the castle, adding more color.

Susan couldn't count how many corridors she had already passed, but she knew she was hungry and tired. She needed to take a rest and maybe think about a serious problem she was facing, which was: she probably had got lost!

Susan dragged her foot to walk into a small hall and picked a couch close to the window to sit on. The couch was so comfortable that she almost wanted to lie down immediately.

Susan found a comfortable position on the couch and recalled the place she passed, trying to figure out when she got lost. It turned out she believed she didn't make any turns, just kept going down the corridors. She might get distracted by murals, and the enormous tree in the stairwell several times, emmm, might make a tiny mistake in choosing the right direction? Susan was not sure. But if she did, the return journey would be an exhausting one.

Susan made a loud sigh and threw herself on the couch, lying down.

It was definitely not a great start. Susan murmured to herself.

Imagine the lady who charged the seamstress room couldn't find her new seamstress, and she would be not happy. She might want to teach Susan a lesson, like forbidding her from dinner? Susan moaned, she would starve or faint out in front of her.

And guess what the weirdest thing was? She did not encounter any court attendant, maid, or guard in her long walk.

Considering lunchtime, it was perhaps understandable. But shouldn't always be some attendant or maid on duty in the Palace? A Palace with no servant! Could you believe that? If she could find anyone to ask, she wouldn't get lost!

Susan complained in her heart and made a disrespectful judgment of the Queen she was going to serve. Which was the Queen's budget must be so tight that she couldn't even afford to hire shift servants.

Susan was in a bad mood. She decided to think of something happy to delight herself. Such as…the fine furniture?

From her professional perspective, she studied the soft scarlet velvet cushions and a pile of small feather pillows. The design was all good, even for the fashion taste of 21centry.

The couch wood armrests were carved, with a few angels arranged under the armrest, like lifting the couch with their power. A style-matching low table stood beside the couch. The table surface was decorated with beautiful shells and gold plate and wood-burning art. The picture they formed seemed to be a story of a god descending to earth. Well, looking at the curvy body, probably a goddess.

Just a random couch in a small hall, but how exquisite and luxurious, Susan made a prise in her heart. And then she found she could also see the view of the royal garden through the glass window and the shining dome of the crystal palace hidden in the trees.

Susan adjusted the cushion angle under her neck and propped her face on her hands, admiring the view out the window.

The early winter light poured through the stained glass window, warming her body and making her sleepy. She thought this would be an excellent place to take a lazy nap.

Just as Susan was about to fall asleep, she smelled the pleasant scent of roses, and then the warm sunlight pouring on her face seemed to be blocked by something. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see a golden waterfall shining in the sunlight right in front of her.

She blinked a few times, then realized that it was someone's beautiful blond hair, and the owner of the beautiful hair was bending down to survey her.