I don’t know why, but every time I come to the back garden, I have a ridiculous feeling. The back garden, which was supposed to set off the leafy front yard, has been occupied by a space-moving building from the moment I moved in. It is occupied by an unknown cylindrical building in the shape of a fortress. It is completely designed for spaciousness and spaciousness, as if just to hold a few more things. It occupies 90% of the entire back garden, but it is a strange building with no aesthetics at all. How to describe this sudden feeling? My mood at this moment was as speechless as when I was visiting the Terracotta Warriors and Horses and suddenly discovered a Gundam-shaped terracotta warrior inside.
If the original design of the villa deserves full marks, the appearance of this weird mobile fortress version of the building deducted at least 90 points. Therefore, whenever I take a walk in the yard, I avoid going to the back garden. Go, every time I go out, I try not to look back, and every time I come back, I lower my head.
He even went to Ryan's house once and asked: Is there a big chimney behind your house? Although I understand that the meaning of this sentence is a sneer at being disrespectful, it at least shows that it is well-known in the nearby residential area.
"Button----"
This was my first time here. When I knocked on the wooden door, I found that compared to the huge "Mobile Fortress", the door that was the only entrance was very small. It was tailor-made for Marissa's petite figure. In general, does she no longer plan to grow taller? Moreover, the entire house only had a small window on the second floor, which was tightly surrounded by iron bars. Those who didn't know better thought that this was a prison cell for servants, and that I was abusing my maid.
Waited and waited. Seeing no one responded, I tried to push it, and it opened. Oops, this is not good. How can I leave the door unlocked at night? Is there any weird uncle who comes around here at night? After all, you can be considered a flower of Lu Gaoyin. I shook my head and pushed open the thick and heavy iron door. He lowered his head and "drilled" in.
Tall, narrow, many.
Just stepped inside. I couldn't turn my eyes away. There seemed to be two completely different worlds inside and outside the door. Rows of extremely oppressive bookshelves lined up from the door to both sides. There is only a small path between the bookshelves that can barely accommodate people to pass through. Standing in this small space, raising your head and looking at the four or five-meter high bookshelf that reaches the roof, it seems that even the line of sight is the same as this house. Became crooked.
The bookshelf is undoubtedly filled with all kinds of books, and the air is filled with this mixture of animal skin, paper and wood. That unique smell that can only be smelled in a library with a long history, coupled with the narrow vision that reaches the eyes, makes people feel vaguely breathless. If I were allowed to stay in this place, It doesn’t take three days to definitely have a nervous breakdown.
I turned sideways with difficulty and kept shuttling back and forth between the bookshelves. I thought to myself that I would not get lost here because of my wanderlust. If you need to open a portal to escape because of this. Then don't even think about raising your head and being a human being again in this life.
Fortunately, the back garden of the villa is not very big, making this weird circular building far less elusive than the Forgotten Tower in the Black Wasteland. After wandering around for a while, I finally found the entrance to the second floor - a simple wooden staircase as petite as the Sanwu Princess. After walking up the stairs, a wooden door blocked the front again. With a slight push, the door was still unlocked. lei
They have said that you should be more defensive. Although you have the strength of a mercenary, what if the night raider is a strange uncle with the strength of a job changer? For example, like me..., ahem..., of course, this is definitely not something I blurted out accidentally. I am not a lolicon, I just gave a very pure example, eh...! !
Although there are still many bookshelves on the second floor, they are not as tight as the first floor. The sightline is quite ample. The iron bars next to the windows are open, and the cool breeze blowing slowly caresses the beautiful curtains, which is quite relaxing. It felt okay. To be honest, when I saw the first floor, I was a little worried whether her character had been distorted.
Moissa's little nest is in the center of the room on the second floor, surrounded by circles of circular bookshelves, as if she deliberately placed herself in a sea of books. Only when she sees the luxurious and comfortable white soft bed will she think of it. She was also a princess, so this bed must have been one of the few daily necessities she brought directly from the palace.
Apart from that, there is only a gold-inlaid wooden cabinet next to the bed that exudes a simple atmosphere. On it are a small cup, a stack of white paper, a pen holder with a dozen quills of different sizes inserted on it, and There is a bright magic lamp, which is just like the decoration of a poor literati writer during the revolution. It is so simple that it doesn't look like a princess at all. No, even the maid of a small family is probably better.
At this moment, our little princess is sinking her body into the soft bed, lying on the pillow, concentrating on reading a book with an unknown name. She has changed from her usual close-fitting snow-white robe with a bun and a gauze scarf on her head. I put on a slightly thin pair of delicate pajamas with floral dots, my long black hair spread on the bed, and my seductive white calves were raised high, looking unsuspecting. Even the footsteps that I didn't deliberately cover up were not heard. I found out that I really don’t know how she passed the mercenary test. Could it be that because she is a princess, even God is exempting her?
I originally wanted to tease her a little to make her understand the dangers of the world, but when I saw the pair of calves that kept kicking hard with the bed as the target, I immediately realized that her current mood was definitely not as quiet as she showed. I'm afraid She was still particularly angry at Sister Sharna's teasing just now.
So, I just walked forward, leaned down, reached out and rubbed her little head back and forth.
"Are you reading a book, our little princess?"
What looked back was an aggrieved face that was completely different from the usual expressionless face. The most conspicuous thing was the bright yellow eyes that were originally as big as cartoons. Now they were as red as rabbits, which could make people who were not good at Princess Sanwu showed her emotions with such obvious emotions. It seemed that Sister Sharna's behavior not only annoyed her, but also made her gnash her teeth.
"nothing."
After taking a look. She immediately turned around without ditching me, but her eyes were obviously no longer on the book, and she looked like "I'm very angry now. Come comfort me quickly and try your best to please me and make me happy!!" look.
Hey, comforting people? That's not something I'm good at. Although I can think of dozens of methods in an instant, if I really want to speak, I have no idea where to start.
so. I could only keep rubbing her little head and stroking her as gently as I could, but what was surprising was that. This effect seems to be more effective than any comforting words. Her expression was gradually returning to indifference, and her red pupils dimmed again, losing their vitality - don't get me wrong. This is her most normal look.
Although her emotions slowly calmed down, she still tilted her head and kept coming closer, like a kitten that likes to be caressed, following the movements of my hand and rubbing against it. At this moment. She suddenly turned around and looked at me suspiciously.
"Eh----...stupid...master...? When...did you come...?"
By some estimates, it has been about twenty minutes since I stepped through the door, and about eight minutes to go up to the second floor (don't ask me why it took me twelve minutes to find the stairs to the second floor in a house of less than 200 square meters. I won’t tell anyone), well, forget it. After all, your awareness of prevention is weak. It's understandable that he didn't notice me approaching. But a full six minutes have passed since our first conversation, and my hand has been on your head for more than five minutes...
Having cited so much data, I actually just want to ask - what is your reaction nerve made of, is it an insulator?
For some reason, I suddenly had the urge to pull her soft face to both sides like a naughty little ghost. Considering that the relationship between us is not that good after all, I sucked. Breathe, breathe out, repeated three times, finally suppressed it.
Huh----?
After calming down, I suddenly realized that this little loli seemed to have subtly added some prefix to my address just now. Could it be my imagination?
"Nothing, I just came up to take a look, that's all."
I endured the many questions in my mind and answered, and moved closer with some curiosity to see what book she was reading. She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice that I was so close.
Moissa didn't seem to be shy about me checking her vagina, so she stepped aside and closed the book on the bedside with a snap, revealing the cover.
As she moved, a specious fragrance of jasmine rushed towards her. Women are like flowers, and beautiful women have their own unique floral fragrance. The old saying that you can recognize beauty by smelling fragrance is not unreasonable.
But unfortunately, in my current mood, I have no intention of tasting this unique body fragrance that is completely different from Sarah and others but just as alluring, because I saw the cover again that I had known before --- -The kind that fills the entire cover with text.
"Can't you read a normal book?" At this moment, there are no words to describe the collapse on my face.
"A normal...book?" Moissa murmured in confusion, as if she didn't understand: "This is a very normal book."
She emphatically raised the cover of the book and placed it in front of me, pointing to the title on it, with a very serious tone.
"It's normal. It's the kind of story about the young and strong viscount and his maids, the sexy and charming countess and the knights." I suddenly snatched the book from her hand.
"Eh----?" I really guessed wrong. Could it be that she was really reading a serious book? I read the title of the book word for word.
"Defend your own paradise and teach you how to drive away annoying guests - the maid's advanced chapter----"
That’s normal! ! !
I glared at Moissa, and she seemed to be looking at me with some confusion. The two of them kept looking at each other with big eyes and small eyes...
"alright, you win."
I rubbed my itchy eye sockets, gave in feebly, and glared at Princess Sanwu. I was wrong, even my anus was really in the wrong position.
"There should be more, hand it over." I stretched out my other hand, with an expression that said it was up to you.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Moissa pulled out a very similar book from under the pillow without any hesitation.
"Stabilize your position and teach you how to get rid of the title of novice: the maid's introduction."
Look, the introductory chapter is so serious, why did the advanced chapter turn the corner? These two books are definitely not by the same author, absolutely!
I suddenly felt like a dragon, Yan Dayue, put away the advanced chapter, and returned the introductory chapter to Marissa: "That's right, this kind of book can be called a normal book, and there are also doctrines and Bibles, for example. , or some travel notes and biographies, these books can be considered normal."
"But..." Moissa still looked at me puzzled and pointed at the many bookshelves around her.
"I finished reading these books two years ago."
"Then watch it again." I replied angrily.
"It's all in my head, so there's no need."
"..." Damn genius children, I hate geniuses.
"Anyway, try to read more normal books from now on, otherwise your character will get worse and worse." Before Moissa, who was tilting her head in meditation, could understand what I said, I leaned down. , put his big hand on her head and rubbed it a few more times. "One more thing, you must remember clearly. From tomorrow on, don't make Sister Sharna angry anymore. Do you understand? You must also feel that with my sister's strength, if I want to kill you, I will not be able to stop you in time. , don’t joke with your own life, okay?”
After saying that, I lightly flicked my forehead and turned around to leave.
Caressing the place where she had been bounced, Moissa stood motionless for a while, wondering what was going on in her mind. After a long time, she suddenly jumped out of the bed with her bare feet, and her petite body climbed down the ladder as nimble as a squirrel. Climbing up, he pulled out a book very similar to the two books from the top of the bookshelf, then jumped down lightly, holding the book in his bare feet and trotting back to the bed.
"Conscience...comfort me...,...it's a little early, let's see...after the final chapter..." Pink's little mouth muttered some vague words, and Moissa said I pulled out the book from my arms, and the title on the cover was clearly----
"Pleasing your master and teaching you how to gain the master's favor: The Master of Maid."
