Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

Lina has lost her memory, but with the help of the fairy Lappland, she seems to be gradually accepting her identity.

Everyone present was watching Vittorio, and no one expected such a bizarre move.

Only Eileen had an expression of "I knew it was true," or rather, she knew from the first day she met Vittorio that he was a big liar.

For someone like him to lie so easily, seizing every opportunity is as simple as drinking water.

Isolde nodded with interest, seemingly watching a good show.

Isolde did not reject this behavior; in fact, she found it quite amusing.

It should be said that since leaving the capital and embarking on a journey with this young lord, Isolde's life has become very eventful, with interesting episodes interspersed from time to time.

Who else but him could lie to the enemy and say that she was his own maid?

Of everyone present, only Edmund shook his head in disapproval.

Edmund was no longer a young knight; he was steady and sometimes a bit old-fashioned.

But it was no use if only Edmund disagreed; with three votes to one, Vittorio's actions amused everyone.

So no one stepped forward to interrupt Vittorio.

On the contrary, Lina, the victim who was deceived, had a few small questions.

"You say I'm your maid, how can you prove it? I'm not wearing a maid's uniform. You didn't faint on the street, and you're just saying that to take advantage of me, are you?"

It has to be said that Lina really hit the nail on the head, but Vittorio has always been a master of deception.

Vittorio first shook his head and waved his hand dismissively at Lina.

"Please, young lady, look at all these people following me, look at my bearing, my clothes—I'm a nobleman, a future earl. Would I really put on such a grand show just to fool a little girl like you?"

"And the reason you're not wearing a maid outfit is because we're currently engaged in a battle to clear out monsters, and you're in charge of logistical support."

"But because the battle was so intense, you somehow got scared and ran straight to the center of the battlefield. You were injured by our weapons and knocked unconscious. Your clothes were also burned at that time."

As Vittorio spoke, he reached out to touch her, but Lina quickly took a step back and slapped his hand away.

However, that doesn't matter; Vittorio has already achieved his goal of expressing his dislike.

"Look at this, tsk tsk tsk. It's already burned to charcoal. What difference does it make whether it's a maid outfit or a burlap sack?"

Lina looked down and saw that her clothes were indeed covered in a black, dried mess, completely unrecognizable.

Even if what you say makes sense, why do I feel like we're not very close?

This was a question that Lina asked subconsciously, even though she had lost her memory.

For example, she felt a sense of familiarity when she first saw Lapland, but she didn't feel that same familiarity when she saw Vittorio, and even felt a slight aversion to him.

This is Lina's ultimate question. Once her psychological confusion is resolved, Vittorio's lie will be flawless.

Vittorio didn't hesitate at all, and simply said calmly, "You're left-handed, and all the fingerprints on your ten fingers have been worn away."

Lina frowned, then looked up at her hands.

Sure enough, the fingerprints on the fingertips of those ten fingers were completely invisible.

It's as if someone destroyed all her fingerprints, and then they grew back.

As for being left-handed, Vittorio didn't need to tell her; Lina could tell just by moving her arms.

Vittorio, standing opposite her, also felt a little nervous. He didn't know if this information would earn Lina's trust.

This was actually the information he obtained during his imprisonment by Lina when his first simulation failed.

During that first simulation, he knew very little about Lina's personal feelings, but he was already very familiar with some of Lina's little quirks and personal habits.

Vittorio paid attention to this information back then, never expecting that it would actually come in handy today.

Having said all that, Lina finally had no choice but to believe it.

Because they are not close to him, they have no way of knowing this information about him.

Lina nodded somewhat reluctantly.

"Okay, you're right, pretty boy."

Vittorio thoughtfully began to correct her form of address.

"You should call me master."

Lina curled her lip in disdain, but in the end she still awkwardly said it.

"Alright, Master."

Vittorio watched as Lina lowered her head, half puzzled, half stunned, and a little silly, and after saying "Master" like that, she was doubting herself. Vittorio's lips almost curled up.

He just couldn't show it, so he turned around and clapped his hands.

"Alright, everyone, the operation has been successfully completed. Now it's time to clean up the battlefield and evacuate this town before nightfall."

"As for the cleanup work, bring the militiamen with the worst equipment tomorrow to clean up. Make sure to dig three feet into the ground and take away everything usable."

"However, be careful not to damage it while cleaning. We will come back here in the future, and I don't want to rebuild on a complete ruin."

After saying this, Vittorio began to walk back with the air of a lord, and the others responded loudly, "Yes, sir!"

Lina lagged far behind, looking puzzled and silly, occasionally glancing up at the sky.

As Vittorio walked further and further away, the Lapland above her head began to urge her on.

"Little maid, what are you doing? Why aren't you leaving? If you stay here alone, you'll get eaten by monsters tonight."

Lina scratched her ear impatiently, and a yellow squeaky flew out from her finger.

"Okay, okay, why are you rushing me, you little fly."

After saying that, she stomped her foot and slowly began to catch up with the main group.

Only Lapland remained behind, a terrifying smile on his face.

"You just called me a little...fly? Right? Unless your brain suddenly goes completely sane, you'll never regain your memory, you brat."

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After returning to the castle, Vittorio first took a long nap.

He slept soundly until the sky was completely dark, and no one disturbed him.

When he woke up the next day, there was already a knock on the door.

This is quite strange. In the past, Vittorio's morning routine depended on what time he woke up, but no one had ever started knocking on his door this early.

Vittorio, wondering who was outside, got out of bed, opened the door, and was stunned by the scene outside.

Lina was standing outside the door, holding a round iron plate with a loaf of bread, a glass of water, a piece of dried meat, some vegetables she had grown, some berries she had picked, and jam and salt on the side.

Although this breakfast was already considered high-end at the camp, it was nothing special for Vittorio, who had eaten noodles, spicy soup, hot dry noodles, and so on.

If we're talking about dishes that go well with food, we have to look at the person holding the plate in front of us.

Lina stood in the doorway, now dressed in a pure white dress. The dress was adorned with lace at the cuffs and hem, and had numerous pockets sewn in at the front and back to signify her status as a working maid.

Her face, blackened and even scarred from yesterday's grenade explosion, had been washed clean, revealing a face that, though gloomy, was undeniably pretty. Apart from a lingering resentment, everything about her was perfect.

The most striking detail was her hairstyle. I don't know who advised her, but she tied her hair into pigtails, one on each side, like bull horns.

Vittorio looked at the scene before him and found it all very strange.

Although he had only suggested making Lina his maid yesterday on a whim, he didn't actually have any real feelings about making this little devil his maid.

But right now, he was actually starting to think about letting this little devil continue working as a maid.