"Sure enough, I felt sweeter after concentrating. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lusha tasted the candy and shouted at Bulso in surprise.

"Right? It's the same with smell or something...... So we witchers are very concerned about personal hygiene. Bulso triumphantly pulled away from the subject.

"Well, this ...... I thought you were lovers. The old snow crow seemed to be very concerned: "I didn't expect it to be a master-servant relationship." ”

"Haven't you seen the manservant much? I don't know why, but generally both men and women want maids. Saying these words stupidly, Bulso's resentment was unmistakable: "In a noble family, the maid is the chief maid in the end, and the manservant is the butler in the end! In a sense, the male servant is much more promising than the maid! But there has always been a dead old man above me and the butler is holding ...... down."

"But most people and families will only have one personal servant, right?" Lusha whispered, "...... And the maid will be better at finding a job. Men generally go as guards. ”

"It's really impossible to deny this, this weird atmosphere in the industry. Bulso immediately wilted inexplicably: "Men in the housekeeping profession are inherently at a disadvantage. ”

"No, lad. In fact, the main reason is that women are more careful about housework, and their appearance is relatively soft and beautiful, and it is easier to enjoy visually. Myrton said this in a serious manner, and seemed quite knowledgeable: "And there is an important question that is thought-provoking...... Do you think about it, is it possible for both the male and female hosts to cuddle and hug their own maids to enhance their relationship, but after changing to a male servant, although the hostess is not affected much, the male host begins to be unable to do it? This is not conducive to the emotional catharsis when the master is frustrated. ”

"This, this question ......" Bulso looked directly stupid: "...... Truly. It's disgusting for two men to hug each other, and it's not strange for a maid to hug each other, male or female—"

"No, that's not important!", Bulso's eyes instantly became resolute, and even the emotions Lusha felt turned into impassioned: "Unlike becoming a slave because of a contract or something, the real master-servant relationship is quite complex and pure. The two of them have a very high tacit understanding, can do a lot of things that need to cooperate, and rely on each other very much, and can think about each other!"

Is this your experience of being able to do the Demon Hunting Dance Steps, or what, why are you so excited...... Lusa was stunned to hear this: sooner or later, the witchers had to find the most trustworthy demon to practice double combat. It's just that Bolso is looking for his own master, not a demon.

So, do I just look for my sister? But I actually hide behind my sister when I fight?

Suddenly, another thing occurred to Lusha: some people are not very clear about the difference between master-slave and master-servant. A slave is considered an object that belongs to the master, can be resold at will, has no personal freedom or the right to rebel against the master, is not allowed to own personal assets, is not protected by most laws, can be endlessly abused, and must be stripped of his original name and retaken by the owner after becoming another person's new slave (e.g. Alice). Servants are different, and they can basically quit their jobs if they don't want to, and only need to worry about contracts (such as Beverly and Bolso).

To put it bluntly, the life of a slave depends entirely on the master, and some long-lived races like Aya and the elves will be repeatedly handed over. It's not a servant at all, it's a toy and a profit-extracting machine. Servants are free to find and receive a suitable master for their services (except when forced to do so due to certain contract magic and arrears).

"No, we were going to talk about something...... Bulso suddenly said, rather embarrassed, "Oh yes, Uncle Snow Raven." I didn't expect you to be a clone. ”

With a "poof", Myrton squirted out the black tea he was drinking, and this time he was really choking. He coughed violently, and it was only with the help of the panicked Lusa and the others that he thumped his back.

"Looks like we're right......" Bulso sat back on his stool, frowning, "Shouldn't I have asked a question at the moment?"

"No, it's too impactful for you to ask, and you still suddenly say a ...... in such a casual and affirmative tone" Shaking his head sadly, Myrton's old face seemed to have a few more wrinkles. His expression was complicated, but full of shock: "Why do you ask that?"

"The Demon Hunter's Eye can see through this level of magic, that's all. Bulso tried to make himself look majestic, but unfortunately failed miserably: "Do you know why we asked you to talk alone?"

"Understood. Sure enough, there were two brushes, and the old snow crow quickly calmed down, and drooped on the severed shoulder, without showing much shock: "Go on." ”

"Great, you just understand, because I don't understand it myself. Finally relieved, after Bulso made an irresponsible statement, he immediately motioned to Lusa to take over the conversation: "Ask." ”

"Hey, me?" Lutha panicked, "But, but I—"

"Don't say anything about not being good at communicating with others......" Pulling off Lusa's hood, Bulso shook his body loosely, and slammed out of the door: "Come on, my chief disciple! The future of the witcher depends on you! Just like I don't have to kick people with my feet without a cane, and no matter how troublesome I am, I have to wear a trench coat, all for the sake of being handsome and pretending!"

Wouldn't the future of the witcher be completely doomed if it depended on someone like me...... And what did the last sentence mean? Although there was some panic, the calm expression of the old snow crow did make Lusha gradually reassure.

"That ......" hesitated for a moment, and Lusa sensed the fluctuations of the old snow crow's thoughts, and quickly figured out the question that might be the most suitable to ask now: "How long have you been a clone, and why haven't you been controlled by the Black Ice Mage?"

Could it be that the reason for getting out of control is that my sister and they killed the Black Ice Mage? As soon as this idea came to his mind, he was immediately rejected by Lusha shaking her head: Unlikely. However, he should still be trapped in the Swallow of the Dark Sky, and will not make any dangerous moves.

"You really asked a sharp question right away. Smiling, Mylton looked bitter and didn't seem to know how to continue: "It's okay, I'm not a person who likes to beat around the bush very much. But before that, let's confess one thing...... Didn't a corruptor out of nowhere attack a girl named Lisa when Mad Dog was following me the other day? In addition......"

The old snow crow was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "The Black Ice Mage later became interested in that girl. Maybe I don't know when I'm going to take her. ”