This villain's style is crooked

Lu Cha looked at the middle-aged maid who seemed to be ten years younger, and then looked at her palm, feeling a little dazed by the remaining bright elements.

The original owner had never studied magic. She just used the light element by manipulating demon power.

Why didn't the maid get hurt? ? ?

The system ruthlessly mocked: [Because you are not proficient in business, what you condense is a holy light that can only heal and pretend. 】

Deer Tea: "..."

Eating coptis in my dream - I want to cry.

The middle-aged maid also looked astonished.

Is this illegitimate daughter sick?

She humiliated her by herself, and she still treated herself?

But, how could she use light magic?

The middle-aged maid stared blankly at Lu Cha, but still couldn't accept the fact that she knelt down to an ominous person, she felt insulted, her eyes showed suspicion:

"Could you have used some sorcery, disguised as light magic?"

"Let me tell you, this will be punished by burning at the stake in the Bright Continent. You'd better tell me the truth!"

The more the middle-aged maid said, the more she agreed with her guess.

She stretched out her hand and was about to forcibly check Lu Cha's body for any special magic props, when suddenly a strong force came from her abdomen.

"what!!!"

Seeing the middle-aged maid rolling down the corridor and down the stairs like a ball, Lu Cha felt less aggrieved.

It's still easy to use force!

With just a little movement, Lu Cha's breathing became a little short.

She coughed lightly and was about to enter the room when a dark shadow was caught in the corner of her eyes.

The man with the silver dinner plate was standing on the other side of the corridor with a smile.

The silver-white crystal lights shrouded his body like a holy veil.

The dark blue pupils were strangely cold reflected by the light.

It's like, a high god, indifferently overlooking all things like ants.

Lu Cha's long eyelashes flickered.

Such a little villain, I really want to force him to kneel by his lap, humbly begging for mercy...

Lucha tapped her toes and turned around:

"Mr. Housekeeper, I was bullied."

Her voice was extremely soft, as if she was muttering to herself.

She was wearing a simple and elegant beige long dress, the chest area was already wet, and it was tightly attached to the skin, showing exquisite curves.

A few strands of wet black hair stuck to her cheeks and neck, making her palm-sized face look pitiful.

Like a kitten curled up in a corner helplessly after being rejected by passers-by, it is not as vicious as before.

Miss An, she's even better at disguising than he thought.

The amusement in César's eyes was fleeting, and he walked gracefully, without revealing what Lucha did to the maid:

"It surprised you, I will deal with that ignorant maid."

"You're soaking wet, do you want me to clean it up for you?"

Lu Cha's eyes were subtle: "Okay."

She goes into the bedroom.

The furniture was arranged neatly, and the white velvet blanket on the floor showed no signs of being stepped on.

Apparently, the servants had already finished setting up the place, and César had lied to her before, trying to stimulate her to have an asthma attack.

Lu Cha pretended not to know anything, and obediently sat on the chair in front of the dressing table.

And César put the milk on the silver tray on the bedside table, then fetched a towel, and helped Lucha wipe her hair.

The girl's hair was soft, and César's fingertips inadvertently slid across her white and tender cheeks, and the touch was also soft.

Like a doll stuffed with cotton.

Being fragile, he could easily break the girl's slender neck.

César's fingertips slowly wrapped around a strand of the girl's hair.

Just as he was about to pull down viciously, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Lu Cha raised her face, leaned against the top of the back of the chair, and said with a smile, "Mr. Butler, what are you doing?"

"Miss Ann has a rose petal in her hair."

César didn't break free from Lucha's shackles, but used his other hand to pluck off the petal hidden in Lucha's hair.

"Your hair is dry."

César raised the hand caught by Lucha, nodded, and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand:

"May you have sweet dreams tonight."

"Good night, Miss An."

After finishing the words, César withdrew his hand and exited the room.

Lucha pouted.

That's it?

If you have the ability, you can stay and sleep for a while!

Lu Cha closed her eyes in disgust, carefully feeling the magical elements in the air.

Except for the golden dots representing the elements of light, floating joyfully around her.

Other magical elements are far away from her.

The dark elements, which are already rare, are even more invisible.

Lucha slowly figured out how to use magic.

Because of the lack of knowledge in this area, every time a brilliant golden light gathers, it quickly disappears.

Several consecutive failures made Lucha listless.

Looking for the little villain tomorrow, I want some magic books to read.

Lu Cha was thinking lazily, lying on the dressing table. <On stage.

Why let a little flower demon learn magic?

The demon power is not good!

Boo!

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On the most remote west side of the castle, there are old houses, where the maids and servants of the Rhodes family live.

You have to go through a dense forest to get here.

The middle-aged maid walked limping in the woods, still cursing:

"Didn't the vicious An Lucha just splash a vase of water on her? He even kicked me downstairs!"

"With such a small belly, it's no wonder Duke Rhodes abandoned their mother and daughter!"

The middle-aged maid suddenly caught a glimpse of a vague black shadow flashing across the forest.

"Who?!" She turned around staggeringly.

Although there are oil lamps hanging on the trees every few steps away, walking here at night is still so gloomy that it makes people feel chills down the spine.

The middle-aged maid swallowed in fear, and wanted to leave the woods quickly, but turned around behind her and met a pair of deep blue eyes.

She screamed in terror.

When she saw clearly that the man standing under the tree not far away was César, the middle-aged maid gasped:

"You make no sound when you walk, and you won't remind others first, are you coming?!"

"If you are mentally ill, go see it as soon as possible! Even the God of Light can't save a stupid guy like you!"

The middle-aged maid gave César a vicious look with an arrogant attitude.

Because, César is the Duke of Rhodes, a bought slave.

Not long ago, Duke Rhodes had a heart attack and almost fell down the stairs, but César happened to save him.

It happened that Duke Rhodes was going to be hospitalized for treatment, and he didn't have time to choose a suitable person, so he mentioned César to the position of housekeeper.

In the Bright Continent, the status of a slave is extremely low, even worse than a dog.

Therefore, the maids and servants of the Rhodes family didn't pay much attention to César, and their usual respect was just superficial.

The middle-aged maid spat in César's direction, and just as she was about to walk out of the woods, a cloud of cold black mist instantly engulfed her.

The scream was also drowned in the fog.

When the distorted black mist dissipated, the middle-aged maid disappeared without a trace, as if she had never appeared before.

Cesare curled his lips.

He promised Miss An that he would get rid of this maid.

Seeing the breath of death in the air mixed with some light magic, César's eyes filled with disgust.

However, in my mind, the black-haired girl condensed the appearance of holy light without singing.

So dazzling and beautiful.

César unconsciously hooked his fingertips, and seemed to touch the girl's soft hair again.

Viscous malice surged in the eyes, like a poisonous snake dormant in the darkness, ready to go.

What would it be like if Miss An fell?