Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

"Hill, why are you being so polite to the president?"

"That's right, soul chains are made according to each person's aura. The president had already made them a long time ago, and he just wanted to find a reason to give them to everyone."

"Hey, you're just saying it like that. Doesn't the president have any respect for you?"

The atmosphere gradually changed from the tense and serious one created by Reiner at the beginning to cheerful.

A tic-tac-toe appeared on Reiner's forehead.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Reiner turned around while speaking.

But after leaving, he still hit the person who had just taken the lead with a rock and said, "If anyone else has something to come back for, they can go see Dox while they're at it."

The atmosphere became more cheerful.

If Ciel could see the book in Reiner's hand and Sif who was working hard to compile teaching materials in the room, he would probably increase his vigilance towards her by two levels.

Time is something that can easily influence the future, but changing the past is extremely difficult.

The teaching materials that Sif was compiling appeared in the Truth Association and became the harvest of a certain expedition. Although it only had a small impact on time, it was still very remarkable.

Or rather...it's so terrifying!

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Chapter 107: Suspecting Neighbor of Stealing the Axe

"Good morning, Lecturer Sif."

Early in the morning, looking at Sif with dark circles under her eyes, Charles smiled and greeted her, "Didn't you get enough rest last night? You look a little tired."

Sif gave Ciel a fierce look.

If it weren't for you, I would have slept well.

Although most of the responsibility lies with my own bad mouth, I don’t care!

It's all your fault anyway!

"Last night I contacted some senior members of the association, and they told me that this kind of knowledge can be disseminated without restrictions."

"So I stayed up late last night and copied some stuff."

As she spoke, Sif took out some of the results from last night.

Ciel took it and looked through it carefully.

"Then I will tell Professor Endsworth the good news." Charles said with a smile.

Sif leaned on the table and nodded weakly.

Looking at her tired appearance at this moment, Charles's expression was a little subtle.

You are too cooperative. Originally, he wanted to fool around with time and temporarily cover up the fact that he was a "little traitor". After all, because of Mernadette, he felt that he still needed to maintain his image.

But I asked about it yesterday evening and the answer was given today.

For such a short-term difference, Charles didn't need to hide anything. As long as Sif and Endsworth didn't talk about it in detail, neither of them would notice Charles's little moves.

Suspecting the neighbor of stealing the axe.

Charles felt that he was currently trapped in this vicious circle.

No matter what Sif did, Ciel felt there was something wrong.

But whether there is a real problem or not is unknown.

But it is always better to be cautious than to be careless.

Although she didn't actually do anything, she gained certain abilities that she shouldn't have, and she got close to people she shouldn't have.

Maybe she herself is unaware of everything, but this kind of uninformed chess piece is very useful to many people.

While thinking about Sif, Charles went out pretending to look for a messenger, and then blurred the teacher's impression of some things.

When I came back, I happened to come across the information and list sent by the Butler Moroston and Servant Mutual Aid Association.

This is the second batch.

They had sent a batch before, and judging by the information, the candidates were very suitable.

But Charles did some divination...

The result is hard to describe.

There are currently no special training schools for butlers.

Apart from the nobles and well-established merchants, it is quite difficult for ordinary people like Charles who "became rich overnight" to find a suitable partner.

Charles slowly spread out the information of a dozen candidates on the table, then picked up a coin and tossed it up.

Soon the coin fell straight onto a piece of document in the center of the left side.

"Fortunately, it didn't fall directly to the ground this time."

Ciel complained as he picked up the information.

"Barton, 45 years old, once served as the manor steward and butler's assistant of the Singer family. His family has served the Singer family for generations. Due to an accident, the Singer family became cannon fodder in a confrontation and eventually became history."

"Because of the changing relationship between the housekeeper and his employer, Barton was not seriously implicated and was released after being interrogated for several months."

"The goddess's followers are not bad in character and ability."

"Take Melnadè to see him in the evening."

For most people who need a butler, Patton is a very suitable candidate, but no one has been interested in him since he was released from prison.

Although he was completely implicated, the events of the Singer family still made most people feel unlucky.

Most people who can afford a housekeeper will not consider him.

But who is Charles?

For someone who dares to travel with Ms. Misfortune for a year and survives, what is this little bit of bad luck?

He casually decided on the person, took out some tips and found a classmate who was not very well-off to deliver the letter. Charles continued to lie in the rocking chair and read the newspaper leisurely.

"Rocks, don't you have to study?" Looking at the lesson plan that Rocks casually put aside, Sif, who had slept for a while, said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

These were the result of her hard work all night long.

If she had known that he didn't care so much, Sif swore that she would never spend the whole night doing this.

"The authenticity of these things still needs to be confirmed. Considering that we may become assistants to the research team in the future, until the authenticity is confirmed, Teacher Sif, I suggest that you temporarily forget the contents of this book."

"Otherwise, this textbook might hinder the progress of research."

Charles said objectively.

"Then I'll wait for Professor Endsworth to come back before writing this book?" Sif muttered speechlessly.

"Sif..." Charles looked at her seriously.

"What's wrong?" Sif stretched.

"One must know one's limits when dealing with people."

Sif rolled her eyes. It wasn't her first year working, so she naturally knew some of the unspoken rules.

She would definitely not do something like making her superiors wait for her.

In the evening, in a high-end coffee shop next to the Royal College of Morrow.

Charles was quite satisfied with Patton.

The meticulous makeup, the half-hour wait in advance, and the rigor, propriety and professionalism he displayed during his conversation perfectly met Charles' expectations of a butler.

"Mr. Barton, thank you very much for your visit." Charles picked up the coffee and took a sip.

Barton looked a little nervous.

He needed the job badly during this period.

"I am quite satisfied with you..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Mernadette who hurried here, and then Charles stood up and waved to her.

Mernadette ran over breathlessly.

"Don't be so anxious." Charles took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Mernadette's forehead.

Mernadette blushed a little and felt a little embarrassed, "Brother...I didn't mean to come here..."

"Okay, okay, it's late, no need to apologize." Like a parent doting on his child, Charles touched Melnadette's head and said.

Then he stood up and pulled Melnade to the sofa, and said to Barton beside him, "Mernade, you can have a good chat with Mr. Barton, and then tell me what you think of him."

"Huh?" Melnadette was stunned.

Then she looked at Patton and noticed his nervousness.

Melnadette hesitated for a moment, then said to Charles, "Brother, you should make your own decision on this matter."

Charles gently pinched Melnadette's cheek.

"I've already said it, we are a family."

“Many things need to be decided together.”

Melnadette's breathing became a little rapid, and then she asked in a low voice, "So...brother, what do you think?"

Charles flicked her forehead gently.

"Don't ask me what I think. What I want to hear is your true thoughts, Mernadine."

Mernadette covered her forehead, feeling a little overwhelmed.

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Chapter 108 Chapter 107 Goddess Development Plan?

As for the outcome of the matter, Charles could guess.

With Mernadè's personality, it is difficult to refuse others.

But even so, Charles still let her make the final decision after choosing Patton.

This is not only because of respect for her, but also because of wanting to change her personality.

As a younger sister, Mernadette's personality was exactly the type Charles liked. Every time he saw her pitiful expression, like a fawn, he couldn't help but want to pamper her... and take care of her.

But as a goddess, Mernadè's character is a little too weak.

If he could take advantage of this time to slightly change her temperament, it would be a good thing for both him and the Church of the Earth.

Goddess training plan?

Charles slowly stood up and handed the space to Melnade and Barton.

Seeing that Mernadette was a little flustered, Charles gave her an encouraging look and said, "I don't want your simple consent or refusal."

"Whether you agree or refuse, you must tell me the reason."

"Otherwise, there's still a good portion of the commercial street that I haven't visited yet. There are so many really 'beautiful' clothes there."

Not only beautiful but also unique~

Melnadette thought that she might have to wear that kind of clothes, and quickly straightened her expression, and then started talking about this with Barton.

Charles did not eavesdrop or interfere, but instead changed his seat, ordered some desserts and ate them slowly.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mernadette and Barton ended their conversation.

"How is it?" asked Charles.

"I think Mr. Barton is a very professional person and should be able to do this job."

"Which aspect are you more professional in?" Charles continued to ask.

"Regarding the management of the manor, the design of the flower garden, and the way of handling interpersonal relationships..." Mernadette thought for a while and said.

Charles rubbed Melnadette's head, then turned his attention to Barton who was waiting nearby.

"Let me reacquaint myself with you, Charles Rocks, your employer."