Diablo Destruction

I don’t know why, but every time I come to the back garden, I have a ridiculous feeling. The unique smell that should only be smelled in the Green Jiuji Library, coupled with the narrow sight that reaches my eyes, makes me feel vaguely... There is a feeling of being out of breath, if I were allowed to stay in this place. It doesn’t take three days to definitely have a nervous breakdown.

I turned sideways with difficulty and kept shuttling back and forth between the bookshelves. I thought to myself that I would not get lost here because of my road-crazy nature. If I had to open a portal to escape because of this. Then don't even think about raising your head and being a human being again in this life.

Fortunately, the back garden of the villa is not very big, making this weird circular building far less elusive than the Tower of Forgottenness in the Black Wasteland. After wandering around for a while, I finally found the entrance to the second floor as I wished - as petite as Princess Sanwu. A simple wooden staircase. After walking up the stairs, a wooden door blocked the front again. With a slight push, the door was still unlocked.

They all said that you need to be more defensive, even though you have the strength of a mercenary. But what if the night raider is a strange uncle with the ability to change jobs? For example, like me..., ahem..., of course, this is definitely not something I blurted out accidentally. I am not a lolicon, I just gave a very pure example, hmm...! !

Although there are still many bookshelves on the second floor, they are not as urgent as the first floor. The line of sight is quite ample. The iron bars near the window were open, and the cool breeze blowing slowly caressed the beautiful curtains. It feels quite freehand, but to be honest, when I saw the first floor, I was a little worried that her character had been distorted.

Moissa's little nest is in the center of the room on the second floor, surrounded by circles of circular bookshelves, as if she deliberately placed herself in a sea of ​​books. Only when she sees the luxurious and comfortable white soft bed will she think of it. She was also a princess, so this bed must be one of the few daily necessities she brought directly from the palace.

Apart from that, there is only a gold-inlaid wooden cabinet next to the bed that exudes a simple atmosphere. On it are a small cup, a stack of white paper, a pen holder with a dozen quills of different sizes inserted on it, and There is a bright magic lamp, which is just like the decoration of a poor literati writer during the revolutionary period. It is so simple that it does not look like a princess at all. No, even the maid of a small family is probably better.

At this moment, our little princess is sinking her body into the soft bed, lying on the pillow, concentrating on reading a book with an unknown name. She has changed from her usual close-fitting snow-white robe with a bun and a gauze scarf on her head. I put on a slightly thin pair of delicate pajamas with floral dots, my long black hair spread on the bed, and my seductive white calves were raised high, looking unsuspecting. Even the footsteps that I didn't deliberately cover up were not heard. I found out that I really don’t know how she passed the mercenary test. Could it be that because she is a princess, even God is exempting her?

I originally wanted to tease her a little to make her understand the dangers of the world, but when I saw the pair of calves that kept kicking hard with the bed as the target, I immediately realized that her current mood was definitely not as quiet as she showed. I'm afraid She was still particularly angry at Sister Sharna's teasing just now.

So, I just walked forward, leaned down, reached out and rubbed her little head back and forth.

"Are you reading a book, our little princess?"

What looked back was an aggrieved face that was completely different from the usual expressionless face. The most conspicuous thing was the bright yellow eyes that were originally as big as cartoons. Now they were as red as rabbits, which could make people who were not good at Princess Sanwu showed her emotions with such obvious emotions. It seemed that Sister Sharna's behavior not only annoyed her, but also made her gnash her teeth.

"nothing."

After taking a look, she immediately turned around and didn't abandon me, but her eyes were obviously no longer on the book. She said, "I'm very angry right now. Come comfort me quickly, try your best to please me, let me know." I'm so happy!"

Hey, comforting people? That's not something I'm good at. Although I can think of dozens of methods in an instant, if I really want to speak, I have no idea where to start.

Therefore, I could only keep rubbing her little head and try my best to stroke her gently, but what was surprising was that. This effect seems to be more effective than any comforting words. Her expression is gradually returning to indifference, and her red pupils have dimmed again, losing their vitality - don't get me wrong, this is her most normal appearance.

Although her emotions slowly calmed down, she still tilted her head and kept coming closer, like a kitten that likes to be caressed, following the movements of my hand and rubbing against it. At this moment, she suddenly turned around and looked at me suspiciously.

"Eh-... stupid... master...? When... did you come...?"

"..."

By some estimates, it has been about twenty minutes since I stepped through the door, and about eight minutes to go up to the second floor (don't ask me why it took me twelve minutes to find the stairs to the second floor in a house of less than 200 square meters). I won’t tell anyone), okay, forget it, after all, your awareness of prevention is weak. It's understandable that you didn't notice me approaching, but six minutes have passed since our first conversation, and my hand was on your head for more than five minutes...

Having cited so much data, I actually just want to ask - what is your reaction nerve made of, is it an insulator?

For some reason, I suddenly had the urge to pull her soft face to both sides like a naughty little ghost. Considering that the relationship between us was not that good after all, I inhaled and exhaled three times and finally suppressed it.

Huh--?

After calming down, I suddenly realized that this little loli seemed to have subtly added some prefix to my title just now. Is it my imagination?

"Nothing. I just came up to take a look, that's all."

I answered while holding back the many questions in my mind. Somewhat curious, I moved closer to see what book she was reading, but she was so absorbed that she didn't even notice that I was so close.

Moissa didn't seem to be shy about me checking her vagina, so she stepped aside and closed the book on the bedside with a snap, revealing the cover.

As she moved, a specious fragrance of jasmine rushed towards her. Women are like flowers, and beautiful women have their own unique floral fragrance. The old saying that you can recognize beauty by smelling fragrance is not unreasonable.

But it's a pity that in my current mood, I have no intention of tasting this unique body fragrance that is completely different from Sarah and others but just as alluring, because I saw the cover again that I knew before - full of The full text fills the entire cover.

"Can't you read a normal book?" At this moment, there are no words to describe the collapse on my face.

"A normal...book?" Moissa murmured in confusion, as if she didn't understand: "This is a very normal book."

She emphatically raised the cover of the book and placed it in front of me, pointing to the title on it, with a very serious tone.

"It's normal. It's the kind of story about the young and strong viscount and his maids, the sexy and charming countess and the knights." I suddenly snatched the book from her hand.

"Huh——?" I really guessed wrong. Could it be that she was really reading a serious book? I read the title of the book word for word.

"Protect your own paradise and teach you how to drive away annoying guests: The Maid's Advanced Chapter——"

That’s normal! ! !

I glared at Moissa, and she seemed to be looking at me with some confusion. The two of them kept looking at each other with big eyes and small eyes...

"alright, you win."

I rubbed my itchy eye sockets, gave in feebly, and glared at Princess Sanwu. I was wrong, even my anus was really in the wrong position.

"There should be more, hand it over." I stretched out my other hand, with an expression that said it was up to you.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Moissa pulled out a very similar book from under the pillow without any hesitation.

"Stabilize your position and teach you how to get rid of the title of novice: the maid's introduction."

Look, the introductory chapter is so serious, why did the advanced chapter turn the corner? These two books are definitely not by the same author, absolutely!

I suddenly felt like a dragon, Yan Dayue, put away the advanced chapter, and returned the introductory chapter to Marissa: "That's right, this kind of book can be called a normal book, and there are also doctrines and Bibles, for example. , or some travel notes and biographies, these books can be considered normal."

"But..." Moissa still looked at me puzzled and pointed at the many bookshelves around her.

"I finished reading these books two years ago."

"Then watch it again." I replied angrily.

"It's all in my head, so there's no need."

"..." Damn genius children, I hate geniuses.

"Anyway, try to read more normal books from now on, otherwise your character will get worse and worse." Before Moissa, who was tilting her head in meditation, could understand what I said, I leaned down. , put his big hand on her head and rubbed it a few more times.

"One more thing, you must remember clearly. From tomorrow on, don't make Sister Sharna angry anymore. Do you understand? You must also feel that with my sister's strength, if I want to kill you, I won't be able to stop you in time. , don’t joke with your own life, okay?”

After saying that, I lightly flicked my forehead and turned around to leave.

"..."

Caressing the place where she had been bounced, Moissa stood motionless for a while, wondering what was going on in her mind. After a long time, she suddenly jumped out of the bed with her bare feet, and her petite body climbed down the ladder as nimble as a squirrel. Climbing up, he pulled out a book that was very similar to the two books from the top of the bookshelf, then jumped down lightly, holding the book in his bare feet and trotting back to the bed.

"Conscience...comfort me...,...it's a little early, let's see...after the final chapter..." Pink's little mouth muttered some vague words, and Moissa said I pulled out the book from my arms, and the title on the cover was clearly——

"To please your master and teach you how to gain the master's favor: The Master of Maid."