"Ah, I remembered"
Seeing violent sparks flashing in the air, I punched my fist fiercely.
"Sister, the crawling appearance, we haven't dealt with the crawling appearance yet."
Half of me was trying to smooth things over, and half was really regretful. I seemed to have remembered something when I first came back, but only now did I suddenly realize that I had forgotten to pack away the items I dropped after killing the crawling appearance.
"I thought something big had happened, but it turned out to be this." After my interruption, my sister finally moved her sharp eyes away from Princess Sanwu, as if the better, and Moissa also lowered her head humbly. .
"With his crawling appearance and all, if you want to kill him, you can kill him at any time. If you are too fussy about it, you won't be like a boy."
In the eyes of others, the crawling appearance of a little B-class is extremely powerful. In Sister Sharna's tone, it seems that she is just a little rabbit, and she can be killed whenever she wants. However, my sister is indeed qualified to say so, because she fully possesses this strength. Uh-huh, I can do that too, but why do I always forget the fact that I am a master in front of my sister?
However, no matter what my sister says, I still feel distressed. You must know that the last blow before the death of the crawling appearance was carried out by me (Xiaoxue), so my explosion rate should also be included. A small B-level monster will drop gold. The equipment will not be surprising, and there is proof. Every time you kill the crawling appearance, you can use a special potion to cut off a small part of its body, and then bring it back for verification by the Mage Guild. As long as you can prove that you killed four If you get a B or above, you will be eligible to go to Kurast Seaport.
Now I just hope that the thing revealed by the crawling appearance will be cheaper for any adventure team, but I think the most likely thing is that it will be picked up by the monster after rebirth, and then hidden somewhere.
While I was secretly feeling distressed, my sister had already passed over Moissa and me and walked straight through the corridor to the hall. Although she did not pay attention to material comfort, when she saw the lush green grass and flowers outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, a trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes. She took off her armor, revealing a red tight-fitting plain clothes, and took off the restraints. Behind the hair tie of her long hair, she naturally found the large rattan lounge chair where I usually sit. The beautiful loose hair fell on the chair as she sat down. It was as if it was covered with a layer of golden satin.
Well, that's the master's chair. I followed to the hall and saw my sister elegantly leaning on the chair with her slender legs raised, as if to announce that from now on, this chair will be my throne, and no one can No more touching. I looked left and right. Damn the fat pig king. He didn't seem to consider receiving guests here at all. Therefore, in the entire spacious and elegant hall, there is just a wicker chair as big as a bed placed in the center, as if to highlight one's status. Is this a common problem of those who are in power? Do I have to sit on the floor from now on?
"What are you still doing there? Sit down quickly." Seeing me standing blankly at the door, Sister Sharna turned back displeased. He patted the empty space next to him.
"Oh." I nodded blankly. This was indeed a good idea. The large chair was really convenient.
As soon as I sat down, my sister's little hands had already hugged me. He hugged my waist, rubbed his face against my chest comfortably for a few times, and let out a long sigh of contentment. Hey, are you using me as a pillow?
At this time, Moissa also followed from behind. Seeing this scene, I don't know why, suddenly her emotionless eyes seemed to be burning with this sense of confrontation? Speaking of which, this little Loli princess is also 15 years old. Has the period of awkward rebellion finally arrived?
I saw her coming closer. Xiaobu fluttered to my other side. Suddenly he knelt down like a coquettish kitten. The little hand, which was softer and more graceful than a pianist's, was placed on the back of my hand, and her little face was pressed against it. She and Sister Sharna were lying on my body, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Owner
As a voice that sounded like (?) cute didi sounded, the face that was pressed tightly against the back of the hand turned around, and a pair of big bright yellow eyes stared at me.
"Chi----"
I sucked in a breath of cold air, and all 360 pores in my body felt as if they had been filled with the tens of thousands of years of ice that the protagonists in legendary martial arts novels often encountered. My goosebumps felt like bubbles rising from boiling geothermal water. The ground speed began to spread from the back of his right hand to the whole body, and all it took was a shake of the tiger's body to increase the internal strength for hundreds or thousands of years.
No, no, it’s not that Princess Sanwu’s voice is unpleasant. On the contrary, it’s very emotional. But think about it, what would it look like if the owner of this delicate voice matched those emotionless eyes? ? It's like a synthesized voice spitting out from the mouth of a boxy robot. Can you get excited when facing cold iron?
Moreover, Princess Sanwu is similar to Princess Sanwu now - some heroines in the legend also use weapons such as hatchets and chainsaws to turn living people into meat paste with a pure and innocent smile. , could it be that she has not reached the stage of resistance, but has developed a sense of hatred? I have never deceived her feelings, I have not played with her, I have not abandoned her after getting her pregnant, God can bear witness!
While I was tremblingly planning to clean out all the things in my house that could be used as murder weapons, Princess Sanwu continued her creepy performance.
"Master, didn't you promise that when you come back, you will fill little Jasmine's body with love?"
Little...little Jasmine? Can anyone tell me how I should complain.
I stared blankly at Princess Sanwu's cold eyes that expressed completely the opposite meaning to what she said, and asked in a positive tone.
"Those books... you still have them, right?"
What a familiar line... I dare to swear to God, this guy definitely still has a set of H books that I confiscated last time. No, maybe there is more than one set. Who is it that is already in dire straits? In the Dark Continent, who actually writes such obscene books and periodicals that poison the minds of young people? If I find out, I will wash his rotten and filthy brain with a wire a hundred times.
"There is no such thing as that."
Princess Sanwu immediately turned her head away with a guilty conscience, this little loli. Are you trying to hide yourself as a child?
Suddenly, the other hand suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled it out from Princess Sanwu's hand and cheek. She turned around in fear and saw her sister glaring at Moissa with a cold face.
"A maid should behave like a maid. The master didn't ask you to come over, so just squat in the corner for me."
After hearing Princess Sanwu's words, Sharna felt an inexplicable anger for no reason. Although she didn't know what "injecting love into the body" meant, the woman's intuition made her feel very uncomfortable. Originally, the other party was just a small mercenary, and she didn't usually put it in her eyes. She had to deal with this kind of cannon fodder. , no more difficult than trampling an ant to death.
But the woman's intuition told her again that this kind of thing, although she still didn't understand what it was in her heart, could not be solved with fists. Her intuition told her that if she used force to coerce the other party. Then he would be at a disadvantage, or even lose. Therefore, our arrogant Queen Sharna had the patience to mess with Princess Sanwu. Otherwise, with her previous character, she would have killed this little guy with one shot. .
"I have only one master. The only one." Seeing her hand being taken away, Princess Sanwu simply knelt on my lap, looking like a good girl.
"I am her sister, and her things are mine. Therefore, her maid is also my maid." The hand around the waist suddenly exerted force, and before I could react, my body was pushed by my sister. Moving to the other side, Princess Sanwu couldn't react in time and threw herself on the ground in a panic.
"Puff--" She stood up, patted the dust on her clothes with her little hands, and looked at Sharna expressionlessly.
"I only have one master. Apart from him, I will not listen to anyone else." As he said this, he turned around and wanted to hug my thigh.
"Huh----" My sister hugged me and pulled me back.
Tap tap----, Princess Sanwu came around again.
"Huh----" He was pulled over again.
Ta Ta ----. Princess Sanwu continued to follow, determined not to give up until she touched me. By the way, do you really like my thighs that much?
Was pulled over again...
"That's enough, you two." Being spun around like a toy, I finally couldn't bear it and raised my body.
"You." I pointed at Moissa.
"Make dinner, I'm hungry." No matter what, separate the two people first, otherwise I will become the first victim of their overt and covert fight.
Having said that, Princess Sanwu could not disobey my order now, so she had to look at me reluctantly with a look that seemed to be filled with hatred, and walked out under the elegant and proud provocative eyes of Sister Sharna.
"Sister, why don't you act like her?"
I turned around helplessly and looked at my sister who was combing her long golden hair that eclipsed all the headdresses while putting on an expression that said, "My victory is a matter of course."
"Brother, you are too soft-hearted. Even a mere maid is so arrogant. Why don't you climb on top of your head in the future? I am here to train her on your behalf." The elder sister gently lifted her hair, with a faint smile on her face. However, confidently, as if she saw my worries, she continued.
"Don't worry, because she belongs to you, brother, and I won't hurt her."
"Eh----"
My sister told me what I was thinking, so I could only cope with it with a silly smile. In fact, I was sweating profusely at what Moissa had just done. You know, starting from the Rogge camp, except for Kasha and the other old guys, I had never I have never seen anyone dare to disobey my sister. With her moody personality, even if she suddenly smiled and drew her weapon and cut Moissa in half, I wouldn’t find it too strange. When the time comes...
"You----!"
Seeing my relieved look, my sister suddenly sighed, hugged me gently, buried me in her fragrant arms again, and gently stroked my hair.
"Originally..., you should be mine alone. According to the clan rules, all other women should be killed, but..."
Fu sighed heavily again: "Seeing that you always look indecisive, I really can't make up my mind, so I thought to myself, forget it. As long as my brother can be happy, everything else doesn't matter. If you are The other Amazons would laugh to death if they knew I had such thoughts."
"Didn't sister say not to care about other opinions?"
I put my backhand around my sister's back and suddenly realized that my sister was surprisingly petite. I really didn't know how such a weak body could emit the power of a woman that is better than that of a man.
"Kid, you know how to argue, but you're right. Why care about other eyes." My sister's little hands hugged me tighter, as if she wanted to suffocate me with her proud breasts.
"Dinner is ready."
When the atmosphere was warm, a mechanical, monotonous and emotionless voice sounded at the right time. I reluctantly raised my head from the gentle embrace and saw that Moissa was holding a half-meter-high earthen jar in her hand. Walking in, it was so fast, it was ready in less than three minutes. Could it be that she is the legendary ace chef of fast food restaurants?
"Excuse me, can you tell me what this is?"
With a dark look on my face, I pointed at the disgustingly colorful and strange-smelling liquid inside the earthenware pot and asked humbly.
"This is a special soup."
It does have a concise and appropriate name. But doesn’t that mean you didn’t say anything? What on earth is this! How on earth can we get this kind of colorful liquid that even Picasso can't mix? ! I mentally overturned the table desperately.
"Don't underestimate this pot of soup."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but a sharp light suddenly seemed to flash in Moissa's originally cold eyes, and she gestured to me seriously with a few fingers.
"This is the work of more than ten processes and more than twenty days of hard work."
I admit, I was stunned by the two astonishing data. I stared wide-eyed at the unknown liquid with a disgusting color like industrial oil floating on the polluted river water. Is this the so-called soup that cannot be judged by its appearance and its taste cannot be measured? Just like Veras's steamed bun noodles, although they look ugly but they taste surprisingly good, no. That's not it. The color of the steamed bun noodles can only be said to be a bit complicated. This pot of soup has completely exceeded the limit of complexity. It's indescribable without being weird.
"Can you tell me how it is made?" I swallowed a sip of saliva, but still asked uneasy. Drinking this pot of soup requires a certain amount of courage, and at least the county must understand the ingredients inside.
"First, a good steak, oil and flour."
"oh oh!"
What a normal material. I started to have expectations for this pot of soup. Maybe it tastes surprisingly delicious.
"Then there's the life potion, the mana potion. The antidote potion, the dissolving potion."
"Uh----" His scalp started to feel numb.
"Dip the steak in flour, fry it in a pan until it is eighty-done, and then soak it in the potion of life for seven days and seven nights."
"Dip the soaked steak in flour and continue to fry it in the oil pan until it is eighty done..."
"It's not even eighty-year-old. It's already mature, you idiot!" I suddenly felt like shaking the table.
"Then put it in the magic potion and soak it for seven days and seven nights."
Ignoring my crazy complaints, Marissa continued. In fact, she was not taciturn. She just didn't want to waste a single word on things that she was not interested in. Once it came to areas that she was interested in, she would fall into a state of selflessness. For example, like now.
"Dip the second-soaked pork chops in flour, fry them in a pan until they are eighty-done, and then soak them in detoxifying potion for seven days and seven nights."
I said, that steak is definitely rotten.
"Dip the steak that has been soaked for the third time in flour, fry it until it is eighty-done, and then soak it in a dissolving agent for seven days and seven nights."
That's enough, spare that poor steak.
"So, where's the steak?"
When I looked at the full pot of soup, I suddenly became interested in the color, shape and volume of the steak. Of course, I would never eat it, absolutely! !
"..." Princess Sanwu seemed to not understand what I said, tilting her head and looking at me with doubtful eyes.
"I mean, what about that poor piece of steak that you fried four times and soaked for twenty-eight days? Isn't it the main dish? Why is there only soup left?"
"What are you talking about? That piece of steak is just a condiment. The real main dish is these soups. Finally, the life, mana, detoxification, and dissolving potions that have soaked the steak are mixed together. That is the essence of this dish. Then How could such a tasteless steak be left behind?"
It's like throwing a piece of coal into the crater of a volcano that has been sleeping for eighteen thousand years. It made me explode instantly.
"You're not out of your mind, are you? Really? Why are the steaks that have been marinated for twenty-eight days in more than a dozen processes instead of being used as condiments and these insignificant soups becoming the main course? If that's the case, it's the main dish from the beginning. Is it okay to mix the four potions together and then soak the fried steak in it for seven days and seven nights? That steak must have been eaten by you, it must have been eaten by you, and you just said it was unpalatable , I must have eaten it for you, so will these soups taste good?"
I said with a crackle while holding in my breath. I had been holding it in for a long time.
Moissa looked at me blankly and paused, just when I thought she was reflecting. She suddenly thought about it and whispered in a low voice. I see, it can still be like this. This saves twenty-one days of time, and maybe the taste will become more special. Let’s try it next time..."
"Stop trying again, you idiot. How far do you want to waste the potion that the adventurer has revealed as a treasure?" I couldn't help but rub her hair desperately.
"It's not a waste, it's just a trade of equal value." Moissa covered her messy hair with her hands and raised her head to look at me.
"Equal transaction? Where did you get the money?" I was a little curious, even a princess couldn't be rich. It shouldn't be said that he has fallen to this level.
"When I left, my father secretly ordered me to take away all the treasures in the treasury." Princess Sanwu responded honestly.
That old guy Jehain is really vicious. I think the fat pig king must have been crying over the empty treasure house for more than one night. The inventory space of nearly ten cubic meters is enough to clear out all the valuables inside.
So, isn't this Sanwu Princess a mobile treasure house? This is the treasury treasure that carries the entire Western Kingdom! !
"Let's not talk about this yet."
I gave up feebly: "Pour away this pot of soup. Of course, if you think your skills are not bad, you can drink it all."
When I turned around, I found that my sister had come over. Put your index finger on the soup surface. Then she gently held it in her mouth, and immediately frowned, "As a maid, do you dare to take out such a thing?" The sister with a frosty face immediately turned on the queen mode, and almost yelled, "Bold slave, give it to me" I kneel down."
Uh, sister, you are looking for a scumbag, you are looking for a scumbag from Moissa. For some reason, facing these two incompatible princesses and queens, all my strength suddenly seemed to be drained out of me, and my shoulders drooped feebly.
"Tell me!" Ignoring my pale look at the side, Sharna walked up to Morissa with majestic steps, looked at her condescendingly, reached out and pinched her chin and lifted it up, letting her indifferent eyes His eyes looked at himself.
"Have you tasted the taste of this soup?"
"If you have tasted it, you know it tastes bad but still serve it to your master. If you have never tasted it, it is even worse. You don't even know what it tastes like and whether it is poisonous, so you give your test product to your master. Master tastes it? No matter which one it is, as a maid, it is enough reason to be executed."
A trace of panic flashed across her stubborn eyes. Moissa did not expect that it was not that she did not understand the rules, but she just wanted to go against the other party. Moreover, the master's temper was usually very good, so good that she even forgot many of the duties of a maid. My current behavior, just like what the hateful woman in front of me said, is worthy of the death penalty.
"Eh----" I was about to speak, but my sister turned around and looked at me with a hidden smile.
"However, it is not impossible to spare you, although it is simply impossible for a humble maid like you to understand the kindness of the master."
"Then as a punishment after forgiveness----" My sister suddenly let go of Morissa, turned around, pushed me down on the chair, and stood aside.
"Just follow the rules of our Amazon clan. If the master has a generous heart for a slave who has done something wrong, he only needs to humbly tighten his heels three times."
"What----?" Why did you put the fire on me again? Besides, I'm not Amazon.
Moissa clenched her fist and glared angrily at Sharna with a cold smile on her face.
"Why, if you don't accept it, you actually did something that brought shame to yourself. Isn't it just right to punish you with humiliation? Or do you mean that you don't even understand this principle? As a princess? Humph----?"
The last sentence seemed to stimulate Moissa. She almost bit her delicate lips, and tears kept falling from her beautiful big eyes. I felt pity for her.
Her body was trembling violently. She took one step at a time, and each step seemed to use all her strength to move away. She walked slowly in front of me, squatted down, and struggled to lower her head...
"Forget it----" Sister Sharna suddenly pulled my feet away.
"Suddenly I remembered that this is the clan's punishment for those who are disobedient. You are a woman, so let me spare you." "Dengdengdeng----" Moissa hid her face and left, leaving a series of words on the floor. Crystal water drops, I looked at this sister helplessly.
"I thought that with your personality, you would stop me midway." My sister caressed my face and said softly.
"Because sister just said that she will not hurt my people. I believe her." I shook my head and smiled bitterly.
"However, this seems too pitiful. After all, she is only a 15-year-old child."
"Humph----15 years old, I was----" She raised her eyebrows and paused in her tone.
"Brother, you are too soft-hearted. Whether you are dealing with disobedient servants or women, you must use both kindness and power. Being gentle will only make them arrogant."
"I think it's okay. I don't like to look at others with superior eyes, and I don't force others to obey my orders and serve me. As long as I can live according to my own way, even if I am tolerant to the people around me, let them do the same. Feeling happy is not a bad thing, I guess.”
"You, what should I say? It's like this. Don't provoke so many people in the first place..." After muttering, my sister's voice gradually became softer.
"Huh? What?" I didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, so I couldn't help but ask again.
"I mean, why don't you go comfort your wayward little maid now, or you may be resented in the future." My sister suddenly slapped my shoulder hard and pushed me towards the door.
This is the so-called method of combining kindness and power. The human heart is a complex thing, just like a spring. Simply being tolerant to others may not necessarily have good results, and may even lead to backlash----
Looking at the departing figures, Sharna was half lying on the chair, leisurely raising her slender feet, combing her long golden hair, her elegant and indifferent smile, as always, full of fearless confidence and arrogance, sea blue His beautiful eyes were staring quietly into the distance outside the window, as if he were a king on the stairs, looking down at his subjects from above.
