Denied: A Devil’s Thousandth Proposal

Ch 5

The girl Lilian is wearing is seventeen years old this year. She is just an ordinary commoner. Besides her and her parents, there are two younger brothers and a younger sister in her family. Although the family is not starving, they are just barely making ends meet.

The productivity level of this era was similar to that of the Middle Ages she knew. Supernatural elements such as magic and spells existed, but they were rare. At least she hadn't seen any in the few days since she arrived—until just now when she saw a demon with goat horns who, for some reason, was picking on her.

Lilian inherited all of the original owner's memories, but these memories were like a foreign language she had learned, creating a certain disconnect between her and the original owner. It even took her almost a day to speak fluently.

She didn't know why she had traveled to this world, nor how to go back. After being depressed for two days, she finally cheered herself up—at least she had to survive in this terrible era.

Only then did Lilian suddenly realize that the one who had been possessed by the demon was none other than Earl Wilson's son, the lord of Bluestone City and the surrounding area, whom everyone called Young Master Parish.

Because of the shock and fear the demon brought her, she didn't even notice that the lord's son was young and handsome.

She couldn't help but feel grateful that she was clever enough not to be tricked into signing a contract with a demon, otherwise that young master Parish would have been her future.

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Rock Johnson was initially confident of winning the bet, but his first attempt failed, making him wonder if the world had changed.

The carriage returned to Lord Wilson's mansion in Bluestone City. Rock Johnson's use of Parish's memories was enough to arouse no suspicion.

As he passed through the Earl's garden, a blonde maid whom Parish vaguely remembered was watering the flowers. Upon seeing him, the tall maid immediately put down the watering can, lifted her skirt, and bowed: "Good day, young master Parish!"

Rock Johnson paused, retrieved Parish's memories, and smiled, "Abigail, would you like to..."

Hearing the handsome and charming young master call her name in his magnetic voice, Abigail was so excited she almost fainted. She cupped her face in her hands and screamed excitedly, "I do! I do! Young Master Parish, you can do anything to me!"

Rock Johnson 's smile vanished quickly, and he took a small step back in disgust, as if afraid of getting involved with something.

But at the same time, he also felt a sense of satisfaction that things were back on track.

This was the human world he once knew, the disgusting appearance of human women in his mind.

So, what exactly happened with that human woman who deliberately threw herself in front of his car?

When Lilian returned home, she couldn't help but sigh when she saw her dilapidated bungalow, a mix of stone and wood.

We're so poor.

Hearing the noise at the door, a gentle female voice came from inside the room: "Who is it?"

“Mom, it’s me, Lilian ,” Lilian replied quickly.

She endured the pain and pretended to be unharmed as she slowly walked over, while the woman who answered from the inner room had already come out.

The woman who owns the house is named Guy. She is only in her early thirties, but she is already a mother of six—two of whom died young. The hardships of life have made her skin rough, and she always looks tired. Her eyes, which are the same color as Lilian's , are filled with an inescapable weariness.

When he saw his eldest daughter, a hint of tenderness appeared in Guy's blue eyes.

" Lilian , have you found a job yet?" she asked with concern.

Lilian shook her head: "It's not that we don't need people, it's just that they don't want me because I'm not strong enough."

Lilian is out looking for work today . She's been looking for two days now, but hasn't found anything yet.

“Don’t worry,” Guy reassured him. “Dad and I both have jobs, so we’re not short of money for now.”

Lilian nodded, not showing her anxiety, and certainly not telling Guy how terrible the thing she had just encountered was.

Guy went back to his craft work, which was one of the family's regular sources of income, while Lilian went back to her room.

That's not quite the right way to put it. There are only two small bedrooms in this bungalow. Her parents live in one, and she lives in the other with her younger siblings.

Inside the room, seven-year-old Adele was playing with her youngest brother, Evan. When she saw Lilian , Adele ran over and hugged her: " Lilian !"

"Adele, have you been good today?" Lilian patted Adele's head and asked with a smile.

Adele tilted her head back, her sky-blue eyes, inherited from Guy, blinking rapidly, her voice still childlike: "Adele is always so good! Little Evan is good too today!"

"Great! Could you go and get me a bottle of water?" Lilian said with a smile.

“Okay!” Adele didn’t ask why, let go of Lilian and ran out.

Lilian sat down on the bed, and little Evan lay on the edge of the bed next to her , his little hands clutching her skirt, calling her in his sweet, childish voice, " Lilian !"

"Sigh!" Lilian smiled and tapped little Evan's nose, which seemed to lessen the pain in his knees.

Little Evan kept giggling and almost fell over, but Lilian quickly caught him.

It seems that children from poor families mature early, as Lilian 's younger siblings are all so well-behaved that it's heartbreaking.

Adele is still too young and usually only looks after three-year-old Evan. Her other brother, Jem, is only ten years old and has already gone to help out at the tavern where their father, Evan, works. By saving on a meal, he can earn three or four copper coins a day, which is already quite good.

Before Lilian transmigrated, the original owner of this body worked odd jobs with Guy, earning only a dozen or so copper coins a day. Her father, Evan, worked as a bartender and sometimes received tips, earning five or six silver coins a month. This large family spent nearly twenty copper coins a day on food alone, plus the poll tax they had to pay to the lord, and other miscellaneous expenses. At most, they could save one or two silver coins a month. Under these circumstances, no one dared to get sick, and the medicines prescribed by doctors were all in silver coins.