Be dragged into the room by the succubus

I'm Shireen.

An elf who likes reading, doing experiments, writing conclusion reports, and Ning Feng...

He is also a legendary alchemist of the Watch Society.

A legend with the ability to easily destroy a dilapidated stone castle hundreds of years behind the times!

As long as I think about it, I can easily raise this broken house.

Really!

It's not that I'm self-effacing. I already have two hundred dollars for cleaning the room myself... Cough, I haven't done it for many years.

Leaving aside the automatic and relaxing robots that have appeared in the last few decades, I would have stopped doing nonsensical things before they became commonplace.

Wouldn't it be enough to use magic power to release a few spells for things like tidying up the room?

It is fast and convenient, and it is very clean, even the possible plague can be removed together.

Everything can be solved by moving your fingers, and then spend a lot of time doing something meaningful.

And now, such a big castle still needs manpower to clean it?

All I can say is, it's really lagging behind.

Especially asking me to clean it! ?

This is no longer explained by backwardness, it is simply backwardness!

It is absolutely impossible for me, a legendary spellcaster, to compromise!

impossible……

This is absolutely impossible!

……

clap la la...

The water drawn from the deep well is exceptionally cool, with a bit of biting chill penetrating from the fingertips to the head, making one want to shiver.

After scrubbing, the muddy water squeezed out of the rag and fell into the bucket, creating waves that shattered Shirene's reflection in the water.

She in the water is not a legend in memory.

It was a palace maid who was wearing a particularly simple and heavy maid uniform, with a white square scarf that looked like a housewife on her head, twisting the towel with a resentful expression.

"........."

Shireen sighed heavily, feeling that she must have picked up the wrong script.

This is not right!

How did I get to this point?

There must be something wrong somewhere.

The problem is yes, but it's not that big...

Shirin, who had been shrunk in the basement before, had no concept of time, and did not notice that time was the source of all changes.

So, Shireen, who stayed in the palace to watch the play, transformed back into an ordinary person gorgeously at the moment the sun rose.

It's still the kind that has no power to restrain the chicken.

Miser Shireen Miserable

If the disguise on her face hadn't disappeared, Shirin would have had the urge to go offline on the spot.

It's not until then, as long as I'm still wearing a mask, it's not considered dead!

Yes, it is like that!

As a legend, Shireen doesn't really have any flaws in her mentality. After the initial gaffe, she now regains some sense of adventure from a long time ago.

It was a feeling so long gone that she almost forgot.

So, after going through the initial panic, Shirene ran out of the palace without being spotted by the patrolling soldiers.

then……

Just got lost.

Shirin flew in directly, and she had no idea about the internal structure of the palace.

Shirene Shirene Shire

Just before Shireen walked around and was almost spotted by patrolling soldiers, she hid directly in the small room where the maids were resting.

Fortunately, the maid inside had already gotten up early to go to work, and there was no one there.

The word maid, although now it sounds like it can always be related to some gorgeous black and white clothes and the erotic sex.

But this is an image that has undergone evolution and multiple layers of modification. In the real past, there was no essential difference between maids and other servants.

Junior maids, such as kitchen maids, were usually the earliest risers in the family.

From 05:30 to [-]:[-] in the morning, they have to get up to work, and the time for the handy maid who has the most labor is to wake up at [-]:[-].

In the past when extraordinary powers did not dominate social changes, how can we show our uniqueness?

is power.

Hiring and enslaving others to serve oneself is a manifestation of power and identity.

This world is beautiful, and there are too many things that are nostalgic and intoxicating.

But there is another side to this one, too, and in its shadows lurks a myriad of sorrows and rages.

To put it bluntly, the nature of this world will not change much whether there is magic or not.

Oppression and resistance, no matter what era it is in, will definitely exist.

When your years are quiet, there will always be someone who will carry the burden for you.

Like, when Ning Feng took his teammates and tool man No. [-] for a relaxing spring outing...

Shireen, who was trapped in the palace, tried to sneak in in disguise.

Before the maids came back, Shirin, who knew she couldn't live here for a long time, put on her maid uniform and left with cleaning tools.

With a tragic expression on her face, she went back to her own way of escape.

The size of the palace is not small, and not all the maids have met each other, let alone their friendship. Shirin, who has been disguised, successfully sneaked into the cleaning team.

Carrying a bucket, she looked for a way out, and as soon as someone passed by, she began to twist the rag to pretend to be cleaning.

After avoiding the soldiers a few times in this way, she gradually figured out the general direction of the castle.

Lowering her head and twisting the towel, waiting for the soldiers to disappear around the corner, Shirene got up silently and looked towards her target in front of her.

As long as you walk along this road and pass through a few corridors, you can leave through the special small door at the back of the castle for the servants to go out.

Victory is at hand!

Nothing is difficult.

Walking slowly like a maid who just finished work, Shirene glanced at the surrounding rooms.

"According to what the head maid and the other maids just said, this is the rest room for the guests attending the banquet..."

Unlike the maid's room, the difference can be felt just from the material of the door.

The door is carved with gorgeous patterns, and the door handle is also shining with a silvery white metallic luster.

And those who have the ability to live here are not ordinary little nobles, they must be very favored guests or have a high enough status.

VIP...

"Speaking of which, what happened to the last two little guys?"

She was very close to her successful escape, and Shireen relaxed a little. She thought of the "culprit" who caused her to fall into this miserable situation.

Those two noble descendants.

"In the end, they should be very popular with the king, right?"

Recalling Sophie's serious expression of those "prophecies", Shirene shook her head.

"I can only say that you are worthy of being a [noble]? You can really tell such a lie with your eyes open."

"Only relying on some uncertain hints, you dare to make up a prophecy directly. You really dare to say it."

She is a very thoughtful and courageous woman.

But Shireen didn't like her very much.

Shireen doesn't like people who lie to her, it makes her feel insecure.

"Like Ning Feng, he would never tell such a lie, he is always so honest and trustworthy."

Recalling the real reason why she came here, Shirin's disguised face also softened.

She laughed softly and whispered to herself:

"Wait for me, I'll find you here."

Be sure to find you!

Otherwise, wouldn't it be impossible for me to tell you all the grievances I have suffered?

……

……

And in the room Shirene passed by, Anthony's feet were bandaged, and he sat on a stool and kept raising and lowering his legs, getting used to his body.

"This bandaging method is really bad, and their doctors are really not good enough."

Familiar with the tingling sensation, he moved his white chess pieces while complaining.

And before he retracted his hand, the bishop he just moved was directly eaten by Sophie!

"what!"

Anthony's expression was sour, he looked at his fiancée lying sideways on the chaise longue with a tangled expression, and protested:

"Don't you even have to think!?"

Without even looking at Anthony, Sophie flipped through the book, her eyes flickering quickly, and said after hearing the words:

"I really haven't thought about dealing with you, after all..."

When I said this, I stopped, and there was no need to explain the implication.

Anthony:?

Angrily pushing out his own king, Antony said angrily:

"We can't play with you like this."

And Sophie stopped turning the page, thought for a while and said:

"Can't keep playing? I can still play, after all, my real chess skills are not much better than yours."

Anthony:? ?

Lowering his head, Anthony looked at the tragic situation where he was killed with only five pawns left, and the disparity in strength between the opposite side with almost no reduction in personnel.

Ah this.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he protested:

"You are humiliating me!"

Please be a person!

Facing Anthony's protest, Sophie said lightly:

"Really, I just have good instincts."

Intuition... another intuition.

Anthony thought of the previous scene, and he was still a little frightened, so he couldn't help but say:

"...Last night, you were really crazy."

Just relying on these few vague hints, Sophie dared to talk nonsense in front of that terrifying skeleton king.

[The curse of Tarot has come, and the 22 cards representing the mystery are scattered in this kingdom. 】

[Hundreds of crazy apostles came after them. 】

[They have awakened in the bodies of mortals, controlled their bodies and minds, hidden in the crowd and waited for the right time. 】

[For contention, they will bring blood and fire, pain and death to this country. 】

[But don't worry, the heroic king will end all this. 】

That was a legend. Even in his prime, Anthony didn't have the confidence to deal with it, not to mention that he was attacked by poison because of his carelessness.

On that occasion, as long as Sophie uttered a wrong sentence, they would face a tragic situation beyond redemption.

Torn apart by hundreds of undead, he exited directly.

But Sophie did it, and did it without hesitation.

And it worked!

"No, you Jia Silin's family has always been like this... dare to take risks."

Although Sophie's approach last night felt very risky, Anthony had to say that it was actually very Jacelyn's style.

This is very Jacelyn!

Jia Silin's family gave outsiders the feeling that they were always good at gambling, always winning gamblers.

"Are you really sure that those [prophecies] you said will come true?"

Snapped.

After reading the last page of the book, Sophie gently closed the book, closed her eyes, changed her posture and said:

"Yes, and this is not my intuition, but a simple speculation."

"On our way here yesterday, you also saw those scenes. Those injured contestants will definitely not be willing to be lonely."

Anthony wanted to say something, but thought of something, and frowned thoughtfully.

"If you wanted to find these [Tarot], what would you do?"

I can……

"What if these [tarots] are in the hands of some people and cannot be taken away easily? Will there be a fight?"

Slowly opening her eyes, Sophie looked at her fiancé, raised her hand to caress his cheek, and said softly:

"Then...is a well-ordered country suitable for dripping water? Or a fragmented and turbulent country suitable for action?"

chaos.

Anthony understood what Sophie meant.

Only when there is chaos, the contestants will have a chance.

"Besides, those guys who can't wait won't have the patience to wait until night, especially when they find out that night is no match for the undead."

grunt.

Swallowing his saliva, Anthony fully understood.

For most of the contestants, the current situation is embarrassing.

It has strength at night, but the undead residents can't be killed. It's not as easy to kill the enemy directly even though it has no strength during the day.

Therefore, the safe daytime has become the best time to do things instead.

"But in this way, aren't they also more likely to be killed?"

This is relative, while the aborigines are easily killed, so are the contestants.

Don't they worry that they will give away their heads?

"Anthony, how many ordinary soldiers do you think you can handle in your current state?"

Blinking his eyes, Anthony thought subconsciously, and then said quickly:

"...How many? Look down on me! As long as they don't surround each other, there is no problem with a dozen or so."

I am a soldier who has undergone rigorous modern training. Isn't it easy to deal with some ordinary people?

Just kidding, can the Awakened still... Mmm! ! ?

"It seems that you are not so stupid. It is gratifying! Yes, not only you think so, but they also think the same."

Eyes widened, Anthony saw Sophie squint her eyes, seeing the sarcasm in it.

"Ordinary people are not worth guarding against at all, and the previous gaffe was just careless. When they are ready, ordinary people will not be opponents at all."

ordinary people?

Just a group of chickens and dogs.

"Besides, even if they understand that this is a bad move, they still have to go."

Gently letting go of Anthony's cheek, Sophie lifted the queen who had cut off the bishop just now, and then directly kicked down the white queen who was on a diagonal line with it.

Then, point the sword at the white king!

"General... No, this is a direct checkmate."

Anthony: Huh?

"Judging from the results, my chess skills are still higher than yours."

Lightly mocking, Sophie returned to the side-lying position.

"Also, there is one more thing I haven't told you."

Anthony, who lowered his head and thought about his next step to die, noticed the difference in Sophie's tone, and raised his head a little uneasily.

Seeing his fiancée with calm eyes.

she says:

"After you passed out...the bandage on your leg was bandaged by me."

!!!

"I'm really sorry for my poor skills. I still need to hone my skills with other people."

Anthony:? ? ?

……

……

"king."

The queen's gentle voice sounded behind her, causing the king, who was leaning on the chair to doze off, to slowly open his eyes.

Seeing the queen walking towards him with a plate, the strong and tall king smiled and said with a smile:

"My queen, here you come."

Taking the breakfast she made by herself from the queen and putting it on the seat, the king kissed her gently on the cheek, pulled her directly into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.

And the queen didn't resist this kind of unfolding, and skillfully let him lift herself up and put her down.

"What's wrong? You don't look very happy?"

The queen, who looked no older than 30 years old, shook her head gently, thought for a while and said softly:

"Wang, regarding the prophecy that Sophie said..."

But before the queen finished speaking, the king put his arms around her waist tightly and laughed confidently:

"Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'm the King of Heroes, why would I be afraid of that guy?"

"Just let them come! I want to see what they can do to me?"

The queen was not surprised by this result, she nodded slightly, leaned her head against his chest, and listened to his hot and powerful heartbeat.

The warm sunshine poured in from the window and shone on the two of them.

The heroic king spoke, while the quiet queen listened quietly in his arms.

This picture is like an oil painting spanning thousands of years.

And at this harmonious moment, the door of the study was pushed open silently.

An arrow shining with a strange green color quickly flew out from the crack in the door!

Whoosh!

"Who!?"