Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 939 Become a Servant for You (16)

The overly pale face, like a walking devil under the dark castle, reveals a danger that is difficult to ignore.

He looked forward faintly, and seemed to sigh.

Slowly, lowering his eyelids, he said: "Prince Lu Sifan can rest assured, I didn't take what happened last night to my heart."

"Of course, I would like to thank you for helping me find such a fun toy, I don't even know... How should I thank you."

His half-smile eyes fell on the kneeling Prince Rusfan, which made him feel like a thorn in his back, and his hands and feet began to shake uncontrollably.

Unable to understand King Drahera's mind, he forced a smile and bowed: "First... as long as Mr. likes it."

"Then...the king wants to...play...play a game now?"

he asked tentatively.

The elegant and noble Mr. Della Hela smiled slowly, and asked without answering: "What do you think?"

"..." Prince Rusfan seemed to understand something.

Seeing Mr. Delahera heading towards the boiler room, he hesitated for a moment, stood up, and said to the maid behind him:

"Pass down the order. From now on, no one is allowed to mention the king's identity, and absolutely don't disturb his elegant mood. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed directly!"

"Obey, Your Majesty Rusfan."

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In the attic, poor Miss Mia has no idea that she is the one being played in the game.

She was still thinking, this new blood servant is really nice, and he is willing to give her breakfast.

The innocent and kind-hearted Ms. Mia waited in the attic for a long time.

Standing by the window, seeing that Mr. Delahera hadn't come back, she hugged the clothes she had changed, put them in the basin, and took them to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, there are already many maids washing the clothes of the nobles.

The air is filled with the aroma of various soaps, which completely wakes up the brain that is not fully awake in the morning.

Mia greeted the maids as usual, then found her place, rolled up her sleeves, fetched water, and started to wash clothes.

Obviously everything should be the same as usual.

But this time, when the maids saw Mia, they stood up in unison, and the scene was once a bit spectacular.

On weekdays, they would bully Mia for being small and squeeze her into a corner to do laundry.

But today, when they looked at each other, someone seemed to be running over with good intentions and said, "Miss Mia, shall I help you wash your clothes? You are a guest, why bother you to do this kind of thing?"

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Mia looked at them vigilantly and refused, "No need, I wash it myself, I don't need you."

She hugged her water basin and ran to the corner familiarly.

Squat down and rub your clothes carefully.

The beautiful dress that Mr. De La Hella had just put on her was quickly dirty when it touched the sewage on the ground.

The hem of the skirt was dirty and wet, and it was no longer as clean and white as before.

The maids dared not speak.

I wanted to intervene, but I was concerned about something and didn't dare to offend.

In the end, they avoided Mia far away, not daring to approach her at all.

The crowd watched as she finished washing her clothes, wrung them dry, and washed her hands before leaving with her small wooden tub.

Before leaving, she gave them a strange look.

I probably don't understand why they reacted so strongly today.

(End of this chapter)