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Martha was working in the kitchen, preparing dinner, and she was in a daze as she worked—thinking about her new master.

Martha found Fitné to be a very strange person, who, like Mr. Grede, did not ask much for food, and even for the servants—she was shocked to learn that day that her fainting had something to do with not eating breakfast, for it was probably impossible to make a proper breakfast at that time, given the time she had risen.

Although the other lords may know that this is their own problem, they will definitely not talk about it, but will blame the servants for this matter more or less.

But Fitney didn't do that.

However, she did not seem as gentle as Mr. Greid.

Martha felt that an aristocratic girl of Fitney's age should be enthusiastic and confident.

It's weird.

"Hello, are you Martha?" said Martha's hand wiping the table, and she was thinking, so she must have been startled when she heard the sudden voice—she turned around hurriedly, and swallowed the reprimands again—wasn't this man who came to the kitchen none other than Fitney?

"Yes, yes, miss, may I ask...... What do you command?" Martha's voice was full of panic, she shouldn't have "panicked" - but who made her imagine what kind of person this young lady was?

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry. Fitney said.

"No, no, no, of course not!" said Martha, "I was just pleasantly surprised—this is the kitchen!"

Fitney was silent for a moment, and then said, "I think I'm curious about this place, what is it that allows Martha to make something so delicious?"

Martha's heart blossomed, but she didn't dare to express it deliberately, but the red light on her face was enough to express the joy in her heart: "Yes, thank you so much......"

"Why do you need to thank me? I am the one who should thank you. "But I want to ask what is there to eat that comforts people's hearts?"

Fitney looked very gentle, especially the natural compliments that came out of her mouth, which could be said to be extremely relaxing.

"Oh, miss, I'm very knowledgeable about this, and if you want me to tell me, my secret fruit tart, and ...... These are things that even Mr. Grede loves very much!" said Martha, completely relaxed, and said proudly to Fitney.

Fitnair listened patiently to her, and before she knew it, Martha's mouth was dry.

"That's about it, it's all good!" Martha went to fetch herself a glass of water, and she took a sip and asked, "Is Miss hoping to comfort anyone?"

"Hmm...... I would like to give Miss Carteranna some modest help. Come to think of it, that's the only thing you can do. There was a sadness on Fitney's face, and her powerlessness was so real that at least Martha wouldn't be surprised, or even suspicious of her.

"Ah...... Poor Carterana, I understand this very well, she and I are from the same village after all, and I can say that I have been following her growth. Martha's expression also became sad, and she knew that there was nothing she could do about it, "That's bad news, damned robbers! What a good man Mr. Lawler is! The loss of her father is a terrible blow to a daughter! She really needs comfort." ”

"Indeed, but it seems to me that she is not just about to lose her father......" Fitnair said again.

"Oh, my miss, don't scare me—I always feel that my heart is not so good. Martha was shocked.

Fitney "realized" that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and suddenly became silent: "Oh, nothing...... Maybe I'm wrong. ”

"Oh, miss, what is left of Carterana...... Are you talking ...... What was wrong with him?" Martha immediately realized something.

"What are you talking about? I didn't say anything, Mr. Aubrey lately...... I don't know where he went. "I'm leaving, and I beg you to do something to comfort poor Carterana." ”

Martha was a kind-hearted and active-minded person, and she soon sensed that something was going to happen to Aubrey.

As soon as Fitney left, she sensed that the matter was very serious—Aubrey was an impulsive man!

So Martha walked out the door quickly, not even untying her apron, and hurried out - she was going to tell Carterana about it as soon as possible!

As Martha rushed out the door, Fitnair was in the other direction, standing where she was, quietly watching Martha leave in a hurry.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled out the letter from her pocket that Sturya had just brought. She took the letter and read it for a moment, eventually tearing it to shreds.

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Aubrey had come to Tashapol when it was dark—he had looked at the mansion with trepidation, and had spent the whole day wondering what Fitney was doing—and he did not dare to come early for fear of seeing Ingrid, who lived here, or running into Carterana. Just seeing any of them would make him lose his courage.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

When it was getting darker a little more, Fitney stepped out of Tashapol.

She came out of the side door—it was inevitable, and it was evident that she was hiding from the others.

Was a servant worth it?" Aubrey clenched his fists, a question that had plagued him for almost a day echoed in his mind. Fitney ...... He couldn't let her take such a risk.

Knowing that you are taking a risk, but not afraid of death, does not contradict this feeling of being afraid of other people's adventures.

"Miss Fitney......" Aubrey couldn't help but say as Fitney walked out of Tashapor.

"Let's go. Fitney just glanced at him.

"You...... You shouldn't venture with me. Aubrey sighed and said.

"Oh?" Fitnair turned his head to look at him, "I know about this, and I can't sit idly by, I'm a student at Starlight University, and it's always okay to deal with some robbers." ”

But Lawlor Daishu was also a magician, and if the robbers were able to kidnap him, they must have terrible powers.

"Let's go, Aubrey, or I'll lose sight of the way. Fitney turned his head back and walked on.

Aubrey was stunned for a moment, and then his tone was full of incredulity: "What are you talking about...... You know ......"

"yes, I know where they are. Fitney didn't look back, "Keep up." ”