When Shelley saw the retinue gathered in the courtyard, the eyebrows on his forehead were tightly locked.

The maids whispered in groups of two or three. The two gardeners and the five cooks mingled, talking and laughing. As for the 50 guards, they were all disheveled and unaligned, piled up there lifelessly. Some of them were either dressed in casual clothes, or the lower half of their bodies were wearing light armor, the upper half of their bodies were naked, some were smoking cigarettes, some were holding wine bottles, and the most annoying thing was that there was actually one of them sitting cross-legged and snoring.

Except for the respectful old butler Morley, who had been standing at the front, there were only three people who had been kneeling in the corner of the courtyard, ragged and never dared to raise their heads.

As for the three people, including Morley, everyone kept a certain distance from them very tacitly, and looked at them with disdain. You don't need to ask to know that they are the three so-called filthy slaves.

At this moment, a red-faced guard came belatedly, and Shelley smelled a smell of wine from afar. As he passed by the three, he spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, hitting the back of the head of one of the adult males, causing the guards to laugh, and the maids to look at them with even more disgust. As for the person who was spitting, he never dared to move, and he didn't even gasp for breath.

"Bump!"

Shelley rose from his large chair and looked gloomy as if he could freeze.

The sudden sound silenced everyone, they had never seen the silly white sweet, only sad face of Princess Shelley would show such an angry posture, for a while, one by one, they didn't know how to respond.

The guard, who had just been late to spit, suddenly thought of something and kicked over one of the filthy slaves, who looked to be only about eleven or twelve years old.

"Who let you filth appear here! Look at the upset of Her Royal Highness the Princess! As he spoke, he also flattered Shelley and said, "Your Royal Highness the Princess, don't worry, I will teach you a good lesson for these filth!" ”

The child who was kicked over showed a look of horror on his face, and his eyes were watery and he begged for mercy.

"Enough!"

Shelley strode up.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, please stop, how can you let you ...... in person"

"Smack!"

Everyone present was stunned, even the child next to him looked at everything that was happening in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Gong ...... Your Royal Highness, what are you? ”

"Are you sober?" Shelley asked with a gloomy face as he withdrew his right hand.

He lowered his head in panic and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness the Princess, I ...... I ......"

Shelley stared down at the back of his head, and said in a cold tone: "Since you have sobered up, then guard, I ask you, where is your sword?" ”

"My sword?" He looked up at Shelley with a confused expression.

When he received the news, he was still drinking wine with his widow in his arms in the tavern of the town, where did he get the sword on his body?

Shelley didn't give him time to think, drew his dagger and slashed at him in the face, without the slightest pause, as if he were really going to kill him.

"Uhh!!h

The guard screamed, instinctively raised his hand to resist, and fell backwards without steadying his heels. After a while, he found that nothing was wrong, and when he put down his hand, Shelley maintained a chopping posture and did not advance for half a minute, even if he didn't hide backwards just now, this distance would not really cut him.

But even so, this time really scared him a lot, his head was full of sweat, and his legs were shaking all the time, as if he had just really escaped death.

"As a guard, you don't even carry your own sword, don't say protect me when it's critical, you can't even save your own life." Shelley slowly retracted the dagger into its sheath and turned to face the other guards, "The man is in the sword, and the sword is dead." You will always engrave this sentence in my heart, and if there is a next time, there will be no need for the enemy to strike. Now it's all in formation! ”

At Shelley's command, everyone stood in the most orthodox formation, with the maids, headed by the old butler Morley, neatly on the left side of the courtyard, and behind them, the gardeners and cooks also standing in a neat row. As for the 50 guards, they stood in five straight rows. Everyone was really frightened, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

The reason why they are so lazy is not because they are like this, after all, they are retinues from the palace, and they naturally know the qualities and rules they should have. Mainly because Shelley didn't manage them much before, and because of Shelley, they were reduced to such a poor and remote place. So there is more or less a trace of disrespect for Shelley.

Only today, Shelley's anger made them realize something anew. Even if it is a down-and-out princess, it is a real princess, and even if she kills them casually now, it is her power. In a society where the walls of class are so strong, their status is simply that of a casual one, and to some extent inferior to that of a commoner.

"Morley."

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, please command."

"I'll give you fifteen minutes to wash the three of them, change them into clean clothes, and then bring them back to me."

"This ......"

Morley looked puzzled, and several maids next to him also looked at each other. Obviously, in their cognition, this kind of filth is untouchable, let alone bathing and dressing them.

Not to mention them, even the three filthy slaves had blank brains and didn't understand why she was doing this, and the youngest child even began to tremble, thinking that this was a new way to torture them.

Seeing that no one moved, Shelley sighed silently, it was really difficult to bring.

"Thirteen minutes to go, and when the time comes, if they don't stand in front of me cleanly, you all get me out of here."

Morley was horrified, in such a ghost place, if they were expelled, there would be no place to live. So he hurriedly took a group of maids and arranged for the three filthy slaves to be cleaned. In this case, no one has the leisure time to care about the other party's filthy identity, and if they lose their jobs, they may end up as dirty slaves.

Shelley sat back on the chair in front of the courtyard, looking at the people in front of him with a somewhat dazed look, and after standing for a while, several people couldn't help but start shaking their heads and legs.

If this is in the military training of the old lady in college, you are the culprits who will cause everyone to be punished by the instructor. There is really no sense of unity at all.