"Miss, Miss Zola is here to visit."
The dignified maid placed her hands on her lower abdomen, lowered her head respectfully, and stood in the corridor on the second floor with a soft smile on her face.
She stood at the door of the room, with obvious worry in her smiling eyes.
In the room, Miss Liya was sitting on the large and soft bed.
One of her legs was slightly bent and the other leg was lying flat on the bed.
His body leaned forward slightly, his hands hugged the raised calf, and his forehead touched his knees.
Liya was only wearing a light shirt, with the collar slightly open and extremely messy.
A large area of fair skin was exposed to the air, but she seemed not to care about her image.
His eyes were even blank, staring blankly at the sheets.
The whole person was completely lost, without a trace of vitality.
After hearing the news from the maid, Liya just nodded slightly, but the movement was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible.
The maid looked at Liya's listless look and was filled with worry.
Ever since the head of the Victor family disappeared, Liya seemed to be a different person, and she had been like this for a whole week.
Except for necessary eating and washing, she spent almost all her time in bed, or sitting blankly.
None of the maids in the house could understand.
I don’t know what happened in the past six months to make Miss Liya’s attitude towards Victor’s family leader change so quickly.
It was obvious that Miss Liya hated the head of the Victor family so much that she even wanted to replace him.
However, after Victor disappeared, Liya became the most affected person.
I didn't even eat or drink during the first few days when I came back.
If the maids hadn't united and persuaded her, emphasizing on maintaining strength to find the head of the Victor family, Liya might have really planned to starve herself to death.
As for Victor's disappearance, the maids who had been staying at home didn't have much feeling.
After all, Victor is not often in the Bryston territory, and spends most of his time in the royal capital.
Almost all family affairs are handled by Liya. Strictly speaking, Liya is more like the head of the Cravenna family than Victor.
But now Liya has fallen into depression, and many of the guests who came to discuss business matters have been turned away.
Every time I asked, Liya always responded with two words:
"not see."
As expected, this time is no exception.
Hearing Liya's extremely plain response, the maid couldn't help but sigh softly.
Normally, when Liya said goodbye, the maid would leave her room.
Tell the guests that their lady is in poor health and cannot see people.
But this time, the maid came prepared.
She stood at the door of the room, cleared her throat, and said seriously:
"Miss Zola came back with Miss Leon."
Hearing this, Liya paused in a daze, her eyes gradually focused, and she glanced at the maid.
Seeing that the young lady finally reacted, the maid smiled, clapped her hands gently, and showed a playful smile;
"Do you want me to help you get dressed?"
…
Liya, who had changed into gorgeous clothes, walked quickly through the wooden corridor, and the bonsai branches and leaves she passed were slightly swayed by the wind brought by Liya.
A maid followed her, jogging to keep up.
"Miss Liya! Miss Zola and Miss Leon are waiting for you in the lobby!"
After hearing this, Liya turned sideways slightly and walked gracefully down the tall stairs.
Soon, she tilted her eyes slightly and saw a special figure.
It was an elf with two pointed long ears.
Wearing a dark mask that covered half of her face, she stood quietly in the corner of the hall.
Although the mask covered half of her face, the familiar clothes and unique aura made Liya recognize her immediately.
That was Leon who had left for the Kingdom of Canter for a month.
Seeing the elf girl in front of her, Liya felt her eyes itching.
She finally met a relative who allowed her to express her feelings.
But Liya didn't cry, she just pursed her lips and whispered:
"Leon."
This soft sound reached the ears of the elf.
Leon turned his head following the voice and met Liya's eyes.
Her emerald eyes shone with surprise in Liya's eyes.
Leon was filled with joy when he saw his familiar owner.
But her voice was very calm, with the same respect as usual.
"Miss Leah."
Liya hurriedly walked down the stairs and quickly came to Leon, holding her hands tightly and looking her up and down carefully.
Liya asked with an uncertain tone:
"You...why are you back?"
Leon was sent to the Kingdom of Canter by her to manage Shurburn on behalf of Cravenna——
The territory that Victor was forced to accept the title of lord when he returned from the Kingdom of Canter.
There also lived there a goddaughter of Victor, whom Liya had never met.
But at this time, when she thought of Victor, Liya's expression suddenly darkened a bit.
"Miss Leon came back in my carriage."
At this time, a soft and delicate voice suddenly sounded next to the two people.
Liya turned to the source of the sound and saw the woman sitting on the sofa in the corner of the hall. She was nodding gracefully to Liya.
Liya narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the other person up and down.
Especially the woman's slender white legs folded together attracted Liya's attention.
Zola stood up slowly and bowed to Liya:
"Long time no see, Miss Liya."
Of course Liya remembered the eldest lady of the Cassidla Chamber of Commerce, especially her iconic long legs.
And most importantly, Liya knew Lipoot's relationship with the Cassidla Chamber of Commerce.
Therefore, her tone was a little cold:
"What are you doing here?"
She didn't have any good impressions of Zola in front of her.
In other words, she didn't have much favorable impressions of Cassidella's entire Chamber of Commerce.
Zola maintained her bowing posture, did not straighten up, but answered respectfully:
"Don't worry, Miss Liya."
"Before we worked with Mr. Victor, we were completely unaware of the existence of the Reiser family."
"There's no connection to Lipoot either."
After hearing this, Liya crossed her arms and forced a sneer from the corner of her mouth:
"Oh, are you in a hurry to end the relationship now?"
"What's the use of saying this now?"
Zola then slowly straightened up and said with a somewhat serious expression:
"I know that no amount of compensation can make up for Mr. Victor's disappearance."
After hearing this, Liya's face remained cold and she stared at Zola with cold eyes.
But the next moment, Zola's words made Liya's eyes widen slightly:
"But...when I asked Mr. Victor for help."
"Mr. Victor once told me the whereabouts of where he might go after capturing Hermes."
…
Giant red pillars rise slowly from the ground of the shimmering golden hall, supporting a huge and curved hall, surrounded by ghosts gathered out of curiosity.
The huge writing desk was placed in the center of the hall, and it was filled with various papers waiting for approval.
The two sides of the main hall are covered with long curtains made of red silk,
They droop above the earth, like long bloody rivers.
Behind countless piles of papyrus, there is a huge giant lying on the desk and writing furiously.
The giant had a beard as wide as a woolen cloak, and his skin was not like that of a normal human being, but a light blue mixed with clay.
The giant slowly stopped writing and raised his head. Hidden behind his thick eyebrows were a pair of extremely fierce red eyes.
A large number of ghosts came one by one in front of the writing desk, waiting for the judgment of Hades.
"How did you die? Oh, you were run over by a carriage, go and get reincarnated."
"How did you die? Were you beaten to death? Hahahaha, how pitiful you are."
"How did you die? Did you kill someone? Did you beat that person to death just now? Well... you are a heinous person, and you should go on to be punished."
…
After a large number of ghosts were judged, Pluto's huge body leaned gently on the huge chair and sighed deeply:
"Ah... I'm really irritated."
Obviously the gate to hell has been sealed for a long time, but there are still so many lonely souls wandering around every day.
And as the Lord of the Underworld, he had to deal with these ghosts personally.
After doing all this, he put one arm on the desk.
He held up his face, pointed one finger on the table, and began to think deeply.
It's all thanks to that human being from a while ago who opened the entrance to the gate of hell again.
Otherwise, why would his work become so arduous?
What made him even more angry was that the human actually stole his dog.
Thinking of this, Pluto's eyebrows were blown almost upright by the angry airflow, and he punched the solid writing table angrily.
There was a loud bang, which made a little ghost who happened to be passing by tremble all over.
It trembled and froze in place, at a loss for a moment.
Pluto rubbed his temples, narrowed his eyes, and muttered slightly tiredly:
"Isn't it over already? Why is there another one?"
"Oh forget it."
He sighed softly, opened the dusty notebook again, and was about to record:
"Tell me how you died."
"Boss...Boss, I'm not here to be reincarnated."
The little ghost responded tremblingly, his voice like the trembling leaves in the breeze, fragile and uneasy.
"Oh, it's you. There have been so many ghosts lately that I forgot about you."
Pluto frowned, turned his big hand, and closed the small book again.
He knew that these little ghosts were scavengers of the underworld.
They will often pick up objects left from the human world to the underworld, and then send them to the lowest level of the underworld, Tartarus.
So Pluto held up his face, looked at it, sighed deeply, and asked solemnly:
"Tell me, what did you pick up again?"
Those who usually come to him directly have obviously picked up something incredible.
Sure enough, the little ghost turned around and started to take out his backpack.
Miscellaneous items were thrown all over the floor. Pluto didn't bother to criticize, just watched quietly.
Then, the little ghost tried his best to pull out a black windbreaker from his backpack:
"Boss... look at this."
The little ghost exerted all his strength, and his ethereal facial features almost moved to the top of his head.
He raised the long windbreaker in his hand that could cover his whole body and showed it to Hades.
Hades looked at the windbreaker that the little ghost took out. The windbreaker looked particularly gloomy under the weak light of the underworld.
He stared at it, lost in brief thought.
Hiss...it feels like I've seen it somewhere before.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and his red eyes widened.
The whole person stood up from the chair.
"What!?"
His voice echoed in the tranquility of the underworld, vibrating every inch of the cold air.
"Damn dog-stealing humans!!!"
"How dare you come back!!!"
