Guan Luolan's words gave some hints, meaning that there was a hidden inside story behind what Lemmon had left, which was like some bait thrown into the deep sea, in order to hoist a bigger prey. [No pop-ups.]

But Hyjees did not think so, and in her mind she had put the boy on the list of dangers, so that whenever Lemmon walked under her nose in the days to come, he would always be baptized by that cold gaze, which felt like a thin, sharp sword was looking for a suitable breakthrough in the major artery, which often sent chills down his spine.

I don't know who spread the story of his entry into the mansion, maybe it was Sam's intention, but all the servants now looked at him with strange eyes, and took an attitude of avoiding it.

But Lemon didn't care about these superficial threats and isolation, his face did not show any unpleasantness, he hid his true feelings in the bottom of his heart.

Past experience has taught him that it is often too late to defend and be prepared against such people, because they have already engraved what they think on their faces, as if they have sounded a warning bell in their ears before they do it.

What really made him unable to see through it was this lord.

The other party always has a kind smile on his face, and it seems that it is easy to get close, but when you relax and think you have figured out his heart, and then take a closer look, you will find that the smile is actually incomprehensible, and those deep eyes are just casually glanced, as if immediately illuminating the deepest secret in the bottom of your heart.

On several occasions, Lemmon felt like fresh winter snow exposed to the sun. It melts until it reveals the hidden secrets.

As a result, he became more restrained, and even a little restrained in the eyes of others.

His daily job was to take care of the lord's living and food, which should have been done by a maid, but apparently the lord had just arrived here, and they did not know the lord's habits, so Sam usually did the work for him, and now it was completely in his hands. For the lord to trust him so unreservedly, he was secretly happy on the one hand, and deeply wary on the other.

He was secretly speculating about the lord's intentions. Is it testing me, or is it deliberately trying to expose my purpose?

After thinking about it, I felt that the former one was more likely, after all, most people would not dare to put a kid of unknown origin in such a close position next to them. But after only a few moments, he overturned his conclusion, for he felt that the lord might be one of the few.

No matter how complicated the changes in Lemmon's heart may be, life in the Lord's Mansion is as unchanging as the weather in Sedaondi.

Ten days later, he stumbled upon something unusual, that is, he sometimes stood outside the lord's room, and usually did not hear any movement inside, but when some squirming sounded. It seems to be alive again. So one day, when he couldn't hear any sound, he boldly pushed open the door, and was surprised to find that the lord was not in the room.

So he concluded. There must also be a dark room hidden in the lord's room!

So what's the secret in the darkroom?

This aroused his strong curiosity, and finally once, when he was helping the lord sort out the territory scrolls, he suddenly felt a fluctuation that could make people wake up in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but shudder a little, he couldn't help but guess, what kind of demonic beast from the abyss was imprisoned in the dark room?

Compare that to this. He always felt even more terrible when he passed by a room that seemed to be uninhabited all year round, it was dead, quiet, lifeless, and the person who walked through the door would unconsciously quicken his steps or avoid it from a distance.

But occasionally, when it was convenient to get up in the middle of the night, he found Butler Sam coming out of there, with a plate in his hand.

Is there actually a person living in there?

He thought it was too incredible, so he kept it in his heart.

When he thought he had more or less the right of everything in the lord's house, whether it was people or things, in the middle of a rainy night, that man finally appeared in front of his bed.

This is one dressed in black. A tall man with his head and face wrapped in a cloak. Only two eyes were exposed, emitting a dangerous and cold light.

He first looked around the room coldly. Then he said sarcastically, "It seems that you are doing well, and as a slave you are still alone?"

Thanks to his status as the lord's personal servant, Lemon writhed restlessly on the bed. sighed and said with a wry smile: "I wish I had left this place as soon as possible, and you can try this day of fear of being exposed." ”

The man in black snorted and said, "It's been a month, and I thought you had forgotten your mission. ”

Lemon said in a low voice: "How come, I will never forget." ”

"It's good that I haven't forgotten, I use a leather whip and a wooden stick to remind me. The man in black said coldly: "Tell me, what have you discovered?"

"The strength of the lord can't be seen, but there is a female paladin with good strength by his side, and there is a high-ranking goddess official and a drew who can't see the details in the mansion."

The man in black interrupted him impatiently: "Don't say these useless things, what I need to know is the life rules and eating habits of Rendi Lantistan, it's not the first time you've done this, so I don't need to say more." ”

"Yes......" Lemon didn't dare to resist, but answered honestly, but his answer did not satisfy the man in black, and the latter finally said in conclusion, "Waste!"

Lemon suddenly felt a trace of resentment in his heart for no reason, he had worked very hard to do it, for which he even risked being crippled to cut himself, and he also risked being executed all the time, is it just in exchange for the evaluation of these two words?

Why? Why do I have to take on such a responsibility? Is it because I have never practiced martial arts? Haven't you studied magic?

In the past, which mission was perfectly accomplished without relying on the information obtained by himself?

Lemmon felt less and less of himself, but like a marionette in a stage play, with lines and soul other than the image, and when the next play began, it was another person, and in the process, he lost himself forever.

No, I'm going to find myself again!

All of a sudden. He had a very bold idea, what would happen if the man in black died here, did it mean that it would all be over?

After the past few days of contact, he felt more and more that this lord was not an ordinary person, and a voice in the dark seemed to tell him that if two people started a battle, then the one who lost would definitely be the person standing in front of him!

If the Man in Black is really dead......

Lemon shuddered, but then he shrank and said it was because of the cold.

"Is that all you have achieved in this month?" the man in black paced a few steps inside, his tone extremely unkind.

"I ...... I think there might be another ......" Lemon's eyes flickered. But it was so secretive that the man in black didn't notice it.

"Then speak quickly!" said the man in black viciously.

"There may be a secret room in the lord's room......" Lemon said in a low voice, observing the other man's reaction.

"What? idiot. Why didn't you tell me the news earlier!" the man in black roared in a low voice.

"I, I didn't think it was important news......" Lemon took two steps back in fright.

"What doesn't matter?" said the man in black disdainfully, "Some nobles will arrange for a stand-in to sleep in the room at night, while they themselves sleep in the dark room, which is very important news. He paused, glanced at Lemon coldly, and said, "Rubbish!

Lemon did not dare to speak, he hung his head and said nothing. He was actually secretly saying, "Go ahead, go find the abyss demonic beast hidden in the dark room......

"Are you feeling unconvinced?" the man in black chuckled.

"No, no......" Lemon hastened to argue.

"Remember, Lemmon, I am your brother, and always will be!" said that you must do whatever I say!" the man in black said in a tone that looked down on a slave or a beggar on the side of the road.

Repeating it too much had already disgusted Lemon, and if he needed to vomit, he believed that he would just have to say it in his heart.

He hung his head. Try not to expose your hatred, said, "Yes." I always remember. And it has been seared into the depths of my soul. ”

The man in black looked at him in surprise, and he teased, "I ran away with a famous cultist for two days. Sure enough, the tone has become something like that, you know. He reached out a hand and touched Lemon's head unceremoniously, and rubbed his pretty blonde hair wildly, with a look of jealousy in his eyes.

Lemon desperately resisted the urge to pull that hand away, cursing viciously in his heart at the man who had the same blood as him.

"I'm leaving, I'll act in a few days, and if you cooperate well this time, I'll consider giving you a few days off. The man in black looked so arrogant, and he left behind that little bit of pity.

"Really?" Lemon looked surprised, and he thought to himself, do you think you have done me a great favor?

His thirst for freedom had never been so strong as it was now.

Hmph, ninth-level lower shadow thief, so what? I will definitely get what I want! Luo Lan's unfathomable smile appeared in his mind, yes, you can't fight this lord!

When the man in black disappeared as he came, Lemmon suddenly looked forward to the moment of action.

The feeling has never been stronger!

He looked out the window, and there were heavy clouds outside, like a large mass of ink that could not be dissolved, and the dripping rain clicked on the window edge, and the wet feeling seemed to make the bedroom even colder. He showed a gloomy sneer that did not fit his age, and let out a loud roar from the bottom of his heart: "Adoshi Nasu, I want you to die!"