Is the Evil God Me?

"many people?"

Lynn was a little puzzled, listening to the countess's tone, it seemed that this salon was held just for him. Well, there is also the possibility that Emiste is about to cultivate him as a spokesperson and introduce Lynn to her social circle. This is also an unspoken rule of this era. If a person introduces his partner to the social circle, it means that he recognizes the other party.

The little gentleman tried to introduce Sophia to the [Suppression Bureau] circle, but the results were not good.

It is really difficult for you to take off tinted glasses for others. This kind of unfairness often requires the despised person to make many times of efforts to be recognized.

Before the start of the industrial age, this many times of effort was not pleasing to the eye. The untouchables were untouchables, they were untouchables all their lives, and their children and grandchildren were untouchables.

"What do you think is wrong with your suspension this time?" Emister asked with her face held up.

"…"

Lynn thought a lot about this question, and then suddenly realized that he was right at all. If you insist on being wrong, you are wrong because your position is not high enough to mobilize more resources and manpower to treat those **** who have given themselves eye drops and calculated themselves.

No need for a high position, as long as Lynn is a branch minister.

Sequence 7.

Backed by the princess and the countess, he manages the people under his command just like Tietong. He has no choice but to admit the scope of his power even if he is engaged in the headquarters of the mountain. But if this kind of wolf ambition and the aura of being a troll are full of mischief, of course Mr. Lynn can't say it. There are some things you can do but can't say.

The so-called troublemakers are people who make officials feel a headache and helpless. If this fellow Lynn is determined to be a troublemaker, and he is well versed in the exchange of various interests, there are a hundred ways to make officials love (bribery) and hate (make trouble). Sometimes, being a troll is actually a thing that makes you happy but others are unhappy.

For example, the law on the protection of minors, some little rascals know how to use this law to be a traitor.

"Look, you know but you can't say it right."

Seeing Lynn's expression, the countess understood his thoughts.

"When a person speaks, it is easy to be covered by others. When many people are talking together, it is not easy to cover your mouth. Lynn, you are still naive and young. If you are not right, others will listen. It's easy. People just like to listen to the noise of the Commons, and more people can think it's right when it's louder." Emiste's words were earnest, and these words should have been taught earnestly by her parents or superiors.

But in order to prevent Lynn from getting **** in the regular wall maze, she was willing to expose her not-so-good side to this young man.

Women want to be perfect in their hearts.

Emiste is no exception, she's willing to make that trade-off, and it's just the beginning.

"I know, then do you like me at this time, or do I become cunning and despicable when I'm no longer young?" Lynn shook his head and smiled. There are some things he can afford to compromise on, but there are some things that absolutely cannot be compromised. , this is his attitude.

This rhetorical question is also reminding Emista.

What exactly did she like him for, and if he changed, would she still like him as she does now? This is an interesting question.

It just so happened that Meredith brought afternoon tea with a cart.

The countess used sweet tea to cover up her thoughts. She had to say that Lynn's question came to her heart. She didn't think Lynn should be an eternal puppet. If so, she would use another painting. Very scary face to treat Lynn, captivity is the most basic.

Although there are some minor twists and turns.

But today's afternoon tea, whether it is for Lynn or Emiste, is very enjoyable. The more intimate atmosphere, with the slightest ambiguous charm, is conveyed through each other's eyes. In the sun with a little temperature, everything looks so beautiful.

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On the way back to the Earl's Manor, the little angel's head maid enlivened the atmosphere.

She talked about the plumpness of the animals in the manor recently. In this late autumn season, chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep are all a good time for the pasture to be full and fat. That little lamb, that old capon, that little steak, even without seasoning, just eat the ingredients with an unstoppable taste.

Albion's cuisine has been criticized across the continent.

Sometimes without seasoning or cooking, the most primitive method can actually make delicious food. This really makes the chefs in the food industry scratch their heads and wonder if there is something wrong with their own cooking.

Lynn couldn't help laughing.

It was the first time he knew that Meredith also had the attributes of a foodie.

The countess smiled dotingly, saying that when she first saw Merdis, the poor little girl was dying of starvation and was lying on the ground chewing grass. She didn't expect time to pass so quickly, she has grown so well, and she has never seen the scrawny and miserable appearance of the year.

Skinny?

Probably overgrown.

Lynn couldn't help but complained in his heart that all of Merdis' nutrition went into the nutrition bag, UU reading www. uukanshu.com No wonder the countess likes to use her as a meat pad. It's no wonder that the head maid and the eldest sister can chat, one likes to eat, the other not only likes to eat, but also likes to create delicious food, giving them time may have some miraculous effects.

At least Lynn felt that Meredith was more suitable for enjoying the appetite than herself, and she was good at it.

carriage to the manor.

Emiste threw Lynn to the oily and powdery steward, and the countess casually instructed him to bathe and dress Lynn, and don't be rude at the private salon at night. Then Lynn read a rhyme that you finally fell into my hands from the eyes of this oil-headed and powder-faced steward.

Poor little Mr. Lynn began to be criticized by this obsessive-compulsive Mr.

He was a guest before.

Even if the steward is tortured by obsessive-compulsive disorder, he can't be disrespectful to him. Now it's different. The countess has basically regarded Lynn as a part of the manor, so of course he wants Lynn's appearance to match this tranquility. Beautiful estate. In the little gentleman's trembling pupils, the figure of the steward began to enlarge infinitely.

From bathing, to trimming and choosing a hairstyle, Lynn almost didn't get bored by Mr. Manager's tireless persuasion, and finally closed his eyes and answered yes, yes, no problem.

Then came the selection and matching of clothes. There were quite a few spare clothes that fit in the Earl's Manor, but the grade of the clothes and the style of the clothes didn't quite fit Lynn's identity. Obsessive-compulsive disorder can only be expressed in pain in the end, make do with it. As for makeup, it's not necessary, Lynn's appearance doesn't need it.

After providing one-stop service to Lynn, the steward looked at Lynn in the mirror, and couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction.

Sure enough, this prince-like gentleman is worthy of His Excellency the Earl!

At the salon tonight, Lynn is destined to shine.