Raised From The Wild-Chapter 81: Cunning Businessman
His brother stood beside him and studied the tiara. "I think the First Princess is hiding a big secret. What do you think, brother?" Sapiro asked his younger sibling.
"I agree with you, big brother."
"We should find out her secret. To do that, we need her to trust us."
Tatiana tried to listen to what her father and uncle were whispering about, but their voices were too soft to hear.
"Don’t you think our cousin has lived a miserable life? Look at the mattress on the bed. It is too flimsy, and she only has very few dresses." Zanzara placed her finger on the mattress. Though it was soft, it was still too thin.
Tatiana was taking photos and videos, which she would post later. She paused when an idea suddenly entered her mind. She started live streaming.
"Good morning everyone. Welcome to my live stream. Today, I will show how my cousin lived when she was still on the island. So stay with me, and I hope you will enjoy this."
Many people entered her live streaming, and soon, her chatroom was filled with comments. They started giving her gifts.
’Show us again the room.’
Tatiana complied, slowly moving the camera around the room. She tried to describe what she saw.
"My cousin is pitiable. This is her bed, and this is her mattress."
’Oh, I thought she grew up in the jungle. That doesn’t look like a jungle at all. Though the furniture is primitive, it looked pretty decent to me.’
’Look at the dress, it is so beautiful. I like the mini skirt. Tatiana, is that made of leather?’
’I already saw some of the items in Usturia. Nothing new except the bedroom.’
Tatiana went down from the bedroom. The floor was two steps high, with no stairs or ladder. Since Tatiana was busy with her live streaming, she forgot the height of the elevated bedroom floor. She fell when she lifted her foot and placed it on the nonexistent step, and her face landed first on the floor. She was lucky that the floor was rubberized, and the tip of her nose only reddened with no visible bruise or scratch.
Tatiana was sprawled on the floor. She heard gasps which eventually turned to chuckles. Tatiana felt embarrassed and wished she could dig a hole and disappear.
’Hey Tatiana, what happened? Why is everything black?’
’Common, show us the other places in the house.’
A guard assisted Tatiana. She smoothened her crumpled skirt and resumed live streaming as if nothing happened.
She showed her audience the living room. There was nothing interesting in the living room, so she proceeded to the kitchen and the dining area.
’So that is where the princess cooked? So she has a clay oven.’
’I wish I could live in such a house. It must be interesting. Look at the big jar with a dipper on top. There is no faucet. Washing dishes must be very hard.’
The royal entourage, consisting of the King and Queen, Prince Ibarra, his consort, and his five children, was already in the backyard exploring the shacks that housed the tools, the bathroom, and the toilet.
"Are you serious, Marx? You used that to relieve yourself?" Dave looked at Marx incredulously. "How did you shoot your poop in that hole?"
Marx threw daggers at Dave.
"Well, the first time Marx entered, he was shocked and stepped out immediately. But what can you expect? It is much better than relieving yourself out in the open." Amaya spoke with a nonchalance attitude.
"How did you clean yourself?" Dave could not bring himself to ask, but he asked anyway.
"There is no bidet, so Daddy and I used water. Marx used cotton swab."
"I got toilet paper from the plane’s emergency supply." He will never admit that he used the dipper to clean himself after moving his bowel.
"Eweehh, gross." Danella looked disgusted when Amaya pointed to the jar at the side when she explained how she clean herself.
Marx glanced sharply at the fifteen-year-old girl. He did not want to linger much on the toilet which brought him unpleasant memories. He reluctantly agreed to Danella that indeed the toilet looked gross.
Amaya wanted to tease Marx and share with Dave that it took a long time for Marx to come out of the shack the first time he used it but she decided against it. She did not want Marx to get angry at her.
Marx used realistic plastic to replicate the herbal garden in the backyard. There were also lifesize wax statues of Amaya’s pets playing in the backyard.
As they concluded their tour of the log house and its backyard, they ventured further and found themselves surrounded by walls that seamlessly transformed into a breathtaking backdrop of the verdant forest. The ground beneath their feet resembled the forest floor, blanketed with a layer of decaying and dried leaves. Scattered about were a few moss-covered rocks and twigs, adding to the natural allure of the forest setting.
The background music was a symphony of different sounds of animals.
As they ventured further, they stumbled upon a remarkably accurate recreation of the three cascading pools, mirroring the one they had passed at the entrance. The tree house stood proudly amidst a small cluster of lifelike artificial trees, creating a serene atmosphere around the pool area.
"This is my favorite spot to take a bath. The water was warm and soothing. Daddy and I would spend a few days here every month to relax." Amaya sat on a rock beside the biggest pool and dipped her hand in the water. It was warm. Just like in Miraga, bubbles were seen coming from the bottom.
When Queen Lucinda got tired, she sat in the wheelchair. King Duncan asked her if she wanted to rest. She shook her head.
They continued exploring the jungle and visited a few caves. The way the caves were created looked very real.
Amaya looked at Marx worriedly. He must have spent a fortune to build such a huge complex.
Marx appeared to anticipate her unspoken concerns. "Aya, as a businessman, I see this as a living museum, a unique type of theme park. Visitors will pay an entrance fee, and it won’t be inexpensive. I’ll receive 30% of the profits, you’ll get 20%, your family will receive 30%, and the remaining 20% will be allocated to the Lireyan government."
Amaya smiled meaningfully. What a cunning businessman.
