"This is what you are doing?"
"Sir, please go first. No matter what you want to do, don't worry about us."
Nowadays, the half-goblins don’t dare to harm Mai Fan anymore.
He didn't even dare to think about snitching.
This powerful Mr. Demon did nothing to keep the Lie Monster from noticing.
If he yelled at this moment, if nothing else, his own life would be in danger immediately.
No matter it's the devil's side or Mr. Howard's side, people from both sides will not let him go.
Even if Mr. Howard achieved the final victory.
The culprit who lured the devil here may not be able to end well.
In this case, he simply pretended that he didn't know anything.
And that pig-headed woman...
She was just simply afraid.
She obeyed the devil master's arrangements unconditionally, and he didn't seem to have any intention of making a fuss.
Then she will definitely cooperate with Lord Demon and fulfill his request.
But now, she was really scared to death, so she could only trouble Lord Demon and do what she wanted to do.
The performance of these two people made Mai Fan almost die laughing, but he had to hold back in order to maintain a sense of mystery.
He just glanced at it with the tip of his eye and walked out of the warehouse expressionlessly.
According to the information gained from the chat at night, the body lived and worked on the farm behind Castle Howard.
When he walked out of the warehouse, the first thing he saw was Master Howard's castle.
To be honest, Mai Fan has seen a lot of castles in the real world.
But I have never seen such a perfunctory castle.
If you have to say that Howard's residence has anything to do with the castle...
The house made of withered grass and yellow mud was quite round and round, shaped like a hamburger.
If Hamburg can be considered a castle... then Mr. Howard's residence is a castle. This sentence is correct.
Mai Fan just scanned the castle, walked far away, and arrived at the farm where he lived.
Now this farm is not as lively as it used to be.
Last night, all the slaves and workers on the farm, except a few who needed to guard the animals, were sent out.
Until now, Mai Fan is the only one who has returned to the farm.
There has been no news about the rest. In the warehouse where the supplies were handed in, Mai Fan did not see any workers who looked like farm slaves.
So now he can pass through the farm gate unimpeded and come directly to a low grass shed.
If your guess is correct, this is the room where the workers live.
Miraculously, Mai Fan was already ready to search for clues from room to room.
But when he arrived at the farm, he found that his feet seemed to have memories, leading him directly to the room at the end of the house.
The room near the livestock pen had the biggest smell and was also the dirtiest and worst room.
If the guess is correct, this is the original residence of the original owner.
Looking at the surrounding environment, you don't need to think about why the original owner of this body lives in the worst room.
Because compared to the monster groups around here, Mai Fan, with his small body, is simply a representative of the weak.
In an environment with relatively harsh living conditions, the surroundings are still so disorderly.
Those weak ethnic groups must be the ones being bullied.
Whether it's intentional or unintentional.
The treatment of weak people will not be too good.
As for this room and this body, it's just that the living conditions are a little worse, and it hasn't been violated or oppressed in other ways. This can be considered very lucky.
Thinking of this, Mai Fan opened the door and found that this room was quite different from what he had imagined.
In Mai Fan's mind, this house should be destitute and bare with nothing.
But Mai Fan, who pushed open the room, saw dry straw and a few pieces of relatively fresh linen here.
On the other side of the haystack, there was a clean wooden pile that was used as a temporary table and chair.
In the middle of the wooden pile, there is a polished wooden board, which serves as a bowl and plate.
On the top of this wooden board, there is a piece of cake that looks very rough, but is still fresh.
Is this how a person living at the bottom of the servant community should be treated?
Or is it that Howard is a very tidy man, what requirements does he have for his servants?
Just as Mai Fan was thinking about it, he accidentally glanced at the back window of his room.
I saw a worker responsible for guarding the livestock walking over from the livestock pen.
There was a pile of mud and feces stuck to the other party's body, and his clothes were in a mess, covered with dead branches and leaves.
A bunch of insects, whether they were flies or mosquitoes, were buzzing around his head.
But the man didn't care at all. He even clicked his teeth with his fingers and opened the door not far from Mai Fan with a squeak.
As soon as the door of this room was opened, a stinky smell like a heat wave spread out.
Even though Mai Fan was more than ten meters away, he could still smell the smell that was like a mixture of salted fish and smelly socks.
From the gap in the opened room, Mai Fan saw...
The room was as messy as a pigsty, with no beds and no place to stay.
The creature seemed to be sleeping on a muddy pond. When the door was closed, it made a loud snoring sound.
This made Mai Fan wonder what the identity of his body was.
After thinking of this, Mai Fan did nothing else but search the room carefully from inside to outside.
Don't tell me, Mai Fan really found a lot of clues by letting him do this.
First of all, this body is wearing relatively tattered clothes, but in fact he himself has clothes.
Mai Fan looked at the small cloth bag he found in his hand.
The furoshiki actually contained two sets of clothes.
From Mai Fan's point of view, these two clothes can only be said to be quite ordinary.
The style is also quite ordinary.
But after twirling his hands and analyzing the diary, he came to an incredible conclusion.
This young man who looks a lot like him is wearing quite a lot of clothes.
'Linen clothes made of ice silk, soft-soled boots woven by elves, and cotton trousers from the elven kingdom. '
He was wearing an ordinary long trousers and jacket, which was dusty, but the materials were so fine.
Could it be said that he has some great identity in the dark world?
A big noble or something like that?
A prince from a certain kingdom who was defeated or his family was destroyed, and he was on the run?
But if that's the case, shouldn't the clothes look more fashionable and not like they are now...
The style is ordinary, but the materials are excellent.
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