Kill me again, Miss Witch

The last letter was without any address or signature, and inside was a note with a sentence written in scrawled handwriting.

[Be careful of the "sun". 】

Similar letters have been received one after another since three years ago. At first Shaar tried to investigate to find out who the sender was, but in the end he found nothing.

The other party knew that he was investigating the Taiyang family emblem, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he tirelessly reminded him that there should be no malicious intentions.

But other than this sentence, Xiaya never received any other prompts.

Perhaps it was because his strength was too weak and he wasn't qualified enough to get in touch with the inside story, so the other party just reminded him tirelessly and didn't want him to be involved.

Then, the only thing we can do now is to keep getting stronger until the day when we are qualified to touch the truth.

"..."

After dealing with the matter at hand, Shaar put down all the letter papers.

At this moment, the bathroom door was gently pushed open.

Accompanied by the slightly fragrant water mist, a long-haired woman in a bath towel came out gently.

She is tall and well-proportioned, with wet long hair gently draped over her snowy and flawless shoulders and high raised chest. She looks gentle and delicate, just like the first love big sister that every man will hide deep in his heart.

Seemingly surprised to see Xia who hadn't seen him for three days, the woman stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet and walked over: "Master?"

"Didora, how are you doing these days?"

Char greeted her with a smile.

Unexpectedly, she seemed to be a little too enthusiastic, and ran straight to the back of the sofa, bent down and hugged Shaar's neck, pressed her plump breasts against his head, and then gently knocked her slender chin on the top of his head.

While sniffing Xia Ya's breath, he complained: "Leaving a beautiful lady at home alone for three days and nights, this is not a gentleman's behavior. Fortunately, the young master doesn't seem to smell like someone else. As a maid, I am very relieved that I did not go out to 'socialize' with the sons of those lords."

"I'm only 16, what do I think?"

Feeling the infinite softness from the back of his head, Xia, who always eats tofu, has gotten used to it.

Dido La snorted and said, "Maybe, at least many little fellows from aristocratic backgrounds have already learned how to play with women at your age, young master."

"I'm different from them. Besides, is there such a poor nobleman?" Shaar spread his hands, trying to change the subject, "However, you usually take a bath before going to bed at night, why did you choose this time today?"

Hearing this, Deidora's expression flashed a little unnatural.

She subconsciously glanced at the clothes piled up in the bathroom that were splashed with dirty water, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose not to tell that matter, and her expression quickly returned to normal.

"Who knows, maybe it's a premonition that the young master is coming back, and I want to wash myself up and do something that a maid should do in life? Hmm~ For example... I want to taste the lipstick I just put on ?"

Deidora lowered her head, and gently blew into Shaar's ear, her pink lips were crystal clear.

"You know, a young man of my age can't resist the temptation of a beautiful big sister."

Shaar's body tensed slightly, and he gave a compliment insincerely, then turned his gaze to the oil painting on the wall.

Seeing his indifferent appearance, a trace of resentment flashed across Deidora's face.

Since the tragedy happened ten years ago, Deidora, who escaped because of going to the city that night to run errands, took on the responsibility of taking care of the children, playing the role of sister and mother.

Due to personality issues, compared to other noble maids, the relationship between Didora and Shaar is not a simple master-servant relationship. Not only is there no distinction between superiority and inferiority, ten years have made them as close as family members.

It's just that in recent years, as Xia grew up slowly, this relationship seemed to have begun to deteriorate.

Chapter 8 The world kisses me hard, but I repay it with a song

"By the way." After a while, Shaar suddenly remembered something, and turned his gaze to Didora who was wearing a bath towel, "Have you received any letter of conferment from the court these days?"

The hereditary ceremony of the title should have been conferred by members of the royal family in person, but not everyone can obtain this honor. In most cases, as Xia said, His Majesty the Emperor signs the conferred letter and sends it to the recipient.

According to the laws of the Hillen Empire, if you want to inherit the title, you must receive the letter of conferment only when the first successor has reached the age of 16, and the current successor has been confirmed dead.

If the same accident happens to the first successor, the second and third successors will be deduced until the title is taken back.

By the way, in the Hillen Empire, although the situation is relatively rare, women are also eligible to inherit the title.

Shaar doesn't care about the power and social status that this title can bring, it's just a thought left by his parents, and he will always remember the name of Viscount Adelaide.

Then, bearing this surname and the weight of the three innocent lives of 210, he launched revenge on the culprit of that year.

So no matter what, he must inherit the title.

Hearing the young master's question, Deidora recalled it for a while, then shook her head lightly: "No."

"It's strange, logically speaking, it's just these few days. Could it be that His Majesty is busy with work and forgot about this matter?"

Shaar felt a little puzzled.

For some reason, he was a little flustered, as if he had a premonition.

Could it be that this has something to do with Mr. Sitar's reminder?

Or maybe I'm thinking too much?

"After the letter of conferment comes down, do you need to hold a banquet to celebrate? Like a real nobleman, you can properly expand your social circle, um... the young master is about to reach the age of marriage, there is No one you like? For example, which baron's daughter?"

Deidora seemed to feel Shaar's chaotic mood, and stretched out her warm and delicate hands to gently massage both sides of his temples.

"Didora, this is not something worth celebrating. If I could, I would rather the past hadn't happened." Xia Ya paused, pretending that he didn't hear the implication of the sentence at the end, and then gently closed his mouth. Eye, "Besides, it is not a wise thing to spend money on meaningless social interaction and face."

To hold a decent enough banquet, you first need to rent a foreign building. Considering that there are similar facilities in the college for the entertainment of the students, the cost is counted as [-] gold coins for the time being.

There must be delicious food at the banquet, and most importantly, there must be fine wine in the cellar. This is a huge expense of no less than one hundred gold coins.

In addition, counting the expenses of hiring various maids, waiters, and orchestra musicians, perhaps a small half of the royalties just received will be lost.

With this money, wouldn't it be nice to save up to buy ceremony materials?

Thinking of this, Xiaya couldn't help recalling that deserted figure in the palace in his mind.

I don't know if she will show a surprised expression next time we meet.

"Boom boom boom——"

At this moment, a low knock on the door was suddenly heard.

Xia Ya and Didora looked at each other, each showing a puzzled expression, because they did not invite guests to visit at this time.

"I'll open the door."

Deidora wanted to step forward subconsciously, but was held back by a hand.

Shaar pointed to her happy appearance now, then pointed to the door of the bedroom, motioning her to go in first.

He didn't want my body to be seen by others.

He has me in his heart.

After making a short and rigorous argument in her heart, Deidora pursed her lips, happily picked up the maid outfit on the ground, and walked briskly inside.

Suddenly remembered something in the next second, turned back two steps, and whispered in Xiaya's ear: "Master, do you like to be avant-garde and open, or do you like to be conservative and reserved?"

"what?"

Shaar, who was just about to get up, felt a little surprised.

"Want to see lace socks or white stockings?"

Hearing this, Xia rolled his eyes, gently pushed Didora's slender waist, and walked towards the door regardless of her covering her mouth and giggling behind her.

"Which one?"

Since there was no cat's eye, after Deidora walked into the bedroom, he took the initiative to ask.

"...Char Adelaide, I know your secret."

A low, hoarse voice came from outside the door.

Listen carefully to the voice, which is a bit deliberate and very familiar.

A figure flashed in his mind instantly, Xiaya understood it, and said in a calm tone: "Which one are you referring to?"

"The soul comes from another dimension? Is the real identity actually the great devil who lives forever? Or does it mean... Occasionally appear as a dark knight under the night to fight against evil forces?"

After all, he opened the door sideways and raised his eyebrows to look at the guy outside the door.

"What, what?"

Obviously, the visitor outside the door did not expect Xia Ya to speak surprisingly, subconsciously took two steps back, and met his gaze in shock, eyes filled with disbelief.

Obviously, this guy took Xia's words seriously.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Shaar finally couldn't help showing a smile: "You are still so keen on wonderful fantasies, Tierus."

What came into view was a thin young man, not tall, with a handsome appearance, and his conspicuous silver hair made him look a bit of foreign blood.

In fact, he was indeed not a native citizen of the Hellen Empire.

"Is it actually fake? But, visitors from different dimensions, undead demon kings, dark heroes... My God, this is too cool!"

After reacting, Tierus scratched his head depressedly, chewing back and forth on the few settings that Shaar casually said, feeling a little scalp numb.

It's really like seeing how this guy's brain grows, and why he can always come up with such constructive suggestions!

Tierus has secretly decided to secretly record what Shaar said just now in his secret diary.

"What's the matter with me?"

Xiaya thought for a while, and did not invite him in as a guest, but asked directly.

"I want to ask why you didn't go to the boring general education class in the morning... Oh yes, by the way, do you want to have a meal together at noon tomorrow? Crazy Tuesday, the college provides unlimited half-price chowder stew, Free flow of chilled raspberry juice - Goddesses, it's pretty darn good."

Speaking of this, Tierus' eyes shone slightly.

But Xia keenly grasped the key point: "Are you out of money again?"

Generally speaking, students who claim to be aristocrats will not go to cheap restaurants to eat, because it will make them feel that they are in the company of ordinary people, which is detrimental to their style.

"Well, from a practical point of view, it is like this."

After being exposed, Tierus hesitated, and slowly looked away.

"Tell me, what's the reason again this time?"

"It's nothing, just doing a few things that should be done, and sticking to the honor of being a knight."

"Let's not mention that you are actually a student of the magic department... Can you translate it in a language that humans can understand?"

"When I went out to buy potion materials yesterday, I met an elderly lady who fell to the ground, but no one around showed the enthusiasm of a gentleman, so I took the initiative to help her up, and the result... "

"Okay, you don't need to say any more." Shaar rubbed his forehead and interrupted his narration, "Apart from this, what else?"

Tirus looked away and looked at the beautiful campus scenery outside the corridor: "Also, Sergey asked me to lend him two hundred gold coins."

"I remember he used to mock you because of the color of your hair... Did you borrow it?"

Xiaya reacted and said very speechlessly.

"He said that his grandmother was sick in bed and needed a sum of money to go to the Holy See to receive lay on hands to recover, but as a commoner, he couldn't afford that much money at once. I saw that he was in such a hurry, so I didn't think too much about it." Erwusi's voice became lower and lower, "You know, Char, I'm not very good at rejection, and I can't bear to see others get into trouble."

Xia struggled for two seconds, but still didn't tell Sergei that his family was actually rich, and sighed: "So, you always prefer to put yourself in trouble."

Hearing this, Tierus scratched his head: "I don't know how to describe this behavior, and I can't explain what I was thinking at the time..."

"The world kisses me bitterly, but I return it with song."

Shaar helped him conclude.

"The world kisses me bitterly, but I repay it with a song?" Tierus' eyes lit up, admiring the golden sentence blurted out by his friend, "Shaar, you really understand me!"

"No, I just think you look like a bitch."

Shaar shook his head and said.

What do you mean?

Tierus, who didn't understand Chinese, froze for a moment, and asked suspiciously.

"Guess for yourself!"

Then, under the pitiful eyes of his friend, Xia closed the door mercilessly.