Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The secluded courtyard was quiet and elegant, filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs. The rooms were furnished in a rustic style, complete with tables, chairs, and beds—a world apart from the caves of Black Wind Ridge. Huang Yiming looked around, his tense nerves finally relaxing slightly.

Yang Xiu stood obediently to the side, looking around the room. She then began to tidy the bed and wipe the tables and chairs, her movements quick and efficient, showing no sign of being an outsider. "Young master, I'll tidy up the room so you can rest well," she said in a soft voice, her face full of earnestness.

Watching her busy figure, Huang Yiming felt a warmth in his heart and said, "Xiuxiu, stop working and come rest for a while. This room has two rooms, you can sleep in the inner room and I'll sleep in the outer room, so you can rest peacefully tonight."

To everyone's surprise, Yang Xiu immediately shook his head and said with a firm look in his eyes, "No, young master, I'll sleep in the outer room. I want to protect you closely. If there's any noise at night, I can wake up immediately to protect you."

Although the little girl was small in stature, she had a stubborn streak. In her heart, Huang Yiming was her savior and her everything. She would do everything in her power to protect his safety, and she dared not relax her guard even though this was Qin Family Fortress.

Looking at her stubborn little face, Huang Yiming felt a warmth and tenderness in his heart: this girl always put him first, even if she suffered greatly herself, she still thought of protecting him. He stepped forward and gently patted Yang Xiu's head, his tone gentle: "Silly girl, this is Qin Family Fortress, it's very safe, you don't need to guard it. You've suffered a lot with me, get a good night's sleep."

"No, young master, I must stay by your side!" Yang Xiu shook her head again, her eyes slightly red. "If something happens to you, young master, how can I repay your life-saving grace? I'm not afraid of hardship, I'm just afraid that you will be in danger."

[Ding! Detected that the servant's loyalty is at full strength, triggering the protection buff. The host's nighttime safety factor is increased! This little girl is too loyal. Host, don't be stubborn, just go along with her. You can also cultivate your relationship while you're at it. Mutual redemption is just around the corner.]

Huang Yiming had no choice but to soften his heart when he saw Yang Xiu's reddened eyes. He could only compromise: "Alright, you can sleep in the outer room, but you are not allowed to stay awake at night. Call me immediately if you make any noise. You are not allowed to force yourself."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiu's face instantly lit up with a smile, her little face full of joy. She nodded vigorously and said, "I will listen to you, young master!" Her cheeks flushed red with a touch of shyness, and she quickly turned around to tidy up the bed in the outer room. Even the roots of her ears were pink, making her look charming and adorable.

Huang Yiming watched her retreating figure, a faint smile unconsciously curving his lips. Since arriving in this world, Yang Xiu's appearance had been like a ray of light, illuminating his path to success and giving him someone he wanted to protect. From initial pity to genuine care, he had long since come to regard this obedient little maid as one of his own.

At night, Yang Xiu lay on the bed in the outer room, but dared not fall into a deep sleep. Her ears were constantly alert to any movement around her, and she would wake up immediately at the slightest sound. Huang Yiming lay in the inner room, also not completely asleep. Qin Yuling's suspicion and Qin Cang's probing kept him on edge.

He quietly took out the pistol from his waist, checked the bullets, and placed it beside his pillow after confirming that everything was in order. Only then did he feel slightly at ease. Holding a firearm was his greatest source of confidence in this other world; even if he encountered danger, he would still have the strength to fight.

In the stillness of the night, the courtyard was quiet except for the rustling of leaves in the wind. Huang Yiming gradually drifted off to sleep. The days of running around, his feigned aloofness, and the repeated tests had left him utterly exhausted.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiu suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes warily fixed on the courtyard gate—she clearly heard extremely light footsteps coming from outside the gate. It wasn't the sound of patrolling guards, but rather deliberately light footsteps with malice!

Yang Xiu held her breath, quietly got up, and crept to the door, her whole body tense, ready to rush in and wake Huang Yiming at any moment. Although she had no strength, she was willing to use her body to shield the young master from all dangers.

Huang Yiming also woke up at this moment. His constant vigilance, coupled with the faint system notification, made him instantly realize that something was wrong. He sat up abruptly, grabbed the pistol beside his pillow, stared coldly at the door, and his whole body was tense.

[Beep! Malicious aura detected approaching, assassin attack! Host, prepare for battle, protect your immortal servant, your chance to show off and slap someone in the face has arrived, don't be a coward!]

The footsteps outside the courtyard gate grew closer, and a dark figure silently scaled the wall, approaching the room without a sound, an aura of murderous intent filling the air. Huang Yiming gripped his pistol tightly, his eyes icy cold; a midnight assassination was about to begin.

He held his breath, listening to the approaching footsteps of the shadowy figure. His heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat soaked the handle of his gun, yet he remained outwardly calm. Yang Xiu pressed himself against the door, trembling all over, but he covered his mouth tightly, afraid to make a sound. Only one thought occupied his mind: he must not let the assassin harm the young master.

A dark figure paused at the door, seemingly probing the room. His fingertips lightly touched the door latch, the movement almost inaudible. Huang Yiming slowly adjusted his breathing, aimed at the door, and rapidly calculated the firing angle in his mind. The system urgently prompted: [Assassin carries sleeping potion; don't let him open the door. Strike first, kill him with one shot.] Those few seconds felt like an eternity.