"Yes. The strong men responded to the old man's orders very neatly, each of them was strong and well-trained, and there were secret sentinels on the side, and the manor was soon watched by more than thirty big men.

More than a dozen arcane eyes quietly hidden, and a few staring people looked left and right, but they didn't feel anything abnormal.

Lernard's butler clenched his cane, and his years of power had always left him with a smirk on his face, a smirk that made outsiders feel like a spring breeze, but those who knew him well would be on his back.

He was captured as a slave by the Frost Giants tribe since he was a child, and was later rescued by the Legion of the Duchy of Walch.

Among the ordinary people of Antas, this Lernard butler can be regarded as a successful person, but the memory of being a slave as a child has always affected him.

The Frost Giants are no less intelligent than humans, but their culture has been in a state of barbarism for thousands of years.

There are no special natural predators in the Northlands, and it is not difficult for the Frost Giants to obtain food, and the factors affecting the expansion of the race are the Frost Giants' low environmental adaptability and the upper limit of the food that can be produced by the region, so this race is in a state of constant fighting and chaos both internally and externally, and the Frost Giant tribe near the wasteland will drive human slaves to carry out some simple farming, and their method of using human slaves is very simple- When the crops are ripe, they cook and eat the slaves with the freshly planted crops, and then catch new human slaves next year.

Before boiling human slaves, they would hang them upside down and bleed, and then press them into a boiling pot before the slaves could breathe.

When he was a slave, Leonard finished cultivating the land of the frost giants in extreme fear, and the frost giants hung the slaves on the shelves in three rows, and Leonard hung them in the third row, and he hung them on the shelves for two days and two nights, almost dying of cerebral hemorrhage, and when he was dizzy, he watched the unlucky eggs in the first two rows be put into the pot before the blood was cleaned.

Fortunately, on the third day, the Knights of the Duchy arrived and saved him from the wooden shelf.

This experience left Lernard steward with dizziness and a long-lasting psychological shadow when he was excited, and until now, Steward Renard is still accustomed to taking charge of the punishment of the mansion he is in charge of, hanging and beating the slaves who disobey him, and the wails and despair of the servants will give him infinite pleasure.

Still, the butler was able to hide the tyranny in his heart beneath the shiny surface, and at the moment there was excitement lurking in his heart, for he was soon able to appreciate the expression of despair that he loved.

It's a pity that limited by his identity, he can't hang the object and beat it, which is a pity.

The butler smacked his lips and shook his head with some sighs, but his heart was still very excited.

The sadistic pleasure made him quicken his pace, and he broke into Young Master Jonker's room, only to see Jonk Varech sitting in the chair in front of his desk at this time, his expression was very natural, and he did not look like he had just lost his weight just now.

This made the butler frown strangely, he really couldn't imagine that this little guy like a bereaved dog would return to normal so quickly.

It must be pretended.

He looked down, and when he saw the slightly trembling fingers under Jonker's sleeve, he was completely relieved: "My young master, good day, it seems that you are resting well." ”

"It's really good. Jonker, who hadn't slept all night with a pair of big dark circles, nodded, he took a deep breath, and calmed down again, things have come to this point, there is no need to retreat, and there is no need for him to grovel to a subordinate.

As a son of a nobleman, although Jonker Valage has all kinds of problems, and he can be called a waste wood in the eyes of a certain white dragon, there are still a few qualities worthy of praise, such as the pretense of the old noble, and the courage to open up when he is desperate, of course, this desperate situation must be within his tolerance - if he is taken away by a white dragon, he cannot be so calm.

At this moment, he seemed very calm, the old man in front of him did not have a good intention, no matter what, there must not be a good idea under this smiling tiger's face, Jonke frowned slightly: "Steward Leonard, dare to ask what kind of news my mother called you to come?"

"Good news, of course, Master Jonker. Lerard steward said: "Madame said, you stay in this manor every day and write those stories that inferior people read, it really shouldn't be the eldest young master of the Valage family, Madame has decided, in her family territory to find you a living of herding snow sheep, if you do a good job, I can't say that you will be loved by adults." ”

Jonk Varech secretly sneered.

Send him to herd the sheep, or herd the sheep on her turf, a fool would believe that it would be a good intention.

Calculate the time, this bitch is about to give birth, this is to quickly get rid of yourself and control it, so as not to make a mess of variables at this time.

He thought to himself, but his face remained unmoved: "Oh, then I'm gone, what will happen to this manor that I've been taking care of?"

"Don't worry, young master. Steward Lerard smiled even more happily: "I will take care of this manor myself, it is too wasteful to grow only violets in that garden, and Madame has decided to plant a few acres of sunflowers there." ”

"No!" Jonk Varech clenched his fists with red eyes and roared in a low voice, "No way! ”

"Why not, young master, don't forget that this pansy garden caused you too much trouble back then. ”

Steward Renard laughed: "You have fallen to this point, but it has played an important role, how can you be obsessed?"

"You're provoking me! No! no," Jonk Warech roared, "Where is my father! I want to see him!

"Hahaha, my dear young master, don't bother the master, he is now on the front line to resist the frost giant tribe in the south, I'm afraid he doesn't have time to care about things here, so you don't have to resist. ”

"You've all planned it, while my father isn't there?" Jonker Valage took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as he stared at Steward Leonard.

"How can you say that, Master Valek?" the old butler smiled and admired Jonke's exposed forehead, "Madame, this is thinking about you, if you have no problem thinking about it, let's go now." ”

With a look, the two strong men behind him blocked in front of Jonker and saluted politely

You shit!

Jonk Valech roared wildly in his heart, but when the two big men stood in front of him, the prudence and judgment of the wise man appeared in his mind again, and he remembered the group of big men below and the servants in the house, none of whom was willing to die for him, and if he resisted, it would only be in vain.

He gritted his teeth, and the kink in his heart was published in Lerard's butler's eyes, this old man was secretly boring, and the old man who was proficient in torturing traitors knew that this kid's tangled expression and movements at this time just showed that he was ready to give in.

Waste, waste.

The old man thought contemptuously, but this could be regarded as saving trouble, and the matter of the lady should be settled as soon as possible.

Being able to do it at the level of a housekeeper and being able to distinguish between the priorities is an essential quality, and it is true that Leonard has a sadistic quirk, but in his decades of career, he has never been delayed by this quirk.

What's more, being able to bully and abuse a young master to this point, what is there not to be satisfied with?

"I'm ......" Jonk Varech opened his mouth with difficulty, he was indeed ready to give in.

But at this time, there was a person in the room who was dissatisfied.

Bai He, who has been watching the play, is very dissatisfied, he is very dissatisfied.

This Nima ...... The protagonist of the waste firewood flow is about to be staged, and at the climax, this pig's foot is ready to wilt?

Although normal people know that they shouldn't suffer in vain at this time, you are the protagonist, the protagonist!

How can the protagonist give in like this? Even two cruel words are good!

The white dragon was extremely dissatisfied, and the gesture under his hand had already begun, and he opened the Silence Ring again - in addition to using the Silence spell to block ordinary sounds, this ring also had a very useful function to mask the sound of spells when casting.

Obliterating the sound that resonates with the web can greatly drain the ring's mana, and after each use, it will require the white dragon to recharge it while preparing spells, but it is best for surprise raids.

Bai He silently recited the instructions, and as soon as Jonk Valage said a word, his expression suddenly became excited, and his flushed face released extreme anger.

The content of the white dragon's instructions coincided with the emotions in Jonker's heart, which made Jonk Valek's expression extremely vivid at the moment, and there was no stiffness at all that was forcibly controlled by the instructions.

He glared angrily at Lernard Butler, and roared: "-Never give in, you lowly minions, you are just playing tricks on me according to that old bitch's instructions, I, Jonk Varech will never be fooled, go back and tell that old bitch, I will settle accounts with her sooner or later!"

Steward Leonard was dumbfounded, he looked at Jonker Varech with straight eyes, never expecting that the waste that had been about to give in a second ago suddenly became hard.

Soon he reacted, and even jumped a little excitedly, feeling that every pore of his body was full of restlessness.

His hobbies can be unleashed again.

The strange excitement made Steward Renard laugh: "Young Master, this is your faux pas, I think there may be some misunderstanding between you and Madame, it is better to ask you to go to Madame, no matter what you have any opinion about Madame, you can tell her in person! ”

"Don't come! Jonk Varech shouted, and the sulfur hidden in his palm began to flash a spark of magic: "Get out of the way if you don't want to die." ”