Strain the other's mouth with a rag and tie them tightly to the chair. After this, Barrett began to intimidate the little young maid in front of her, who was a little chubby.

"Sleep well here, and someone should let you go by morning. He lowered his voice hoarsely and said, "You can think of yourself as having a bad nightmare tonight, we all have nightmares, don't you?" However, when we wake up, we forget everything in our dreams. ”

Barrett lifted the maid's chin with her fingers, "That's all, you know?" I think you know what I mean. If someone asks you what the hell happened, you just have to say, 'Oh, I was knocked unconscious, I don't remember anything'. He mimicked the female voice, then lowered it again, "Otherwise, the nightmare may haunt you." The next time we meet, the nightmare may not be so 'gentle'. ”

Looking at the maid in the chair nodding vigorously with tears in her eyes, Barrett the Stalker couldn't help but feel a little proud in her heart.

I really have the potential to be a bad guy, maybe I should pick up the former bandit business and raise this level by the way. Barrett was very satisfied with the tone and content of his threat, and he was not too worried about whether the maid named 'Yada' in front of him would really listen to him and say nothing.

Because he's not really a thief, he's a veritable 'stealth inquisitor'. Behind Barrryt, there is a huge organization that supports him, and Julian of the garrison has clearly told him this.

After all, it is not an easy task to investigate multiple ancient noble families, and Barrett only needs to be careful not to be hacked.

The Inquisitor, who had received useful information and had passed a bad ass addiction, was about to leave at this time, preparing to go to the cellar to find the guy who made the strange potion. From the details revealed by the maid Yeda, Barrett clearly felt that there was something wrong with that person, and as for whether he really colluded with the devil, he would have to find out.

Just as Barrett opened the kitchen window and was about to jump out, he suddenly felt the young maid behind him struggle violently, and made a "whine" sound.

You should at least wait for me to leave before you struggle, and now that I haven't even lifted my leg out, wouldn't it be a shame for you to start doing this!" Barrett shook his head, ready to intimidate the hostage who didn't know how to cooperate again.

He cautiously closed the window and came to the young maid again.

"Why are you so unbehaved, didn't I make it clear before, eh?" Barrett tried to make her voice even colder, "Little girl, nightmares are called 'nightmares' because they make people feel scared. And the reason why it is scary is because ...... "What the hell do I want to say?" "Yes, horrible, do you want to see how terrible it is?" I advise you not to do that. "I really advise you not to do this.

The young maid was still struggling violently, seemingly ignoring Barrett's threatening words. She gestured desperately to the rag on her mouth, as if she wanted Barrett to untie it for her.

"Hey, what the hell are you going to do?" there was a strong desire in the other party's eyes, which made Barrett feel a little inexplicable, "You want me to help you untie it?"

The young maid nodded again with delight.

Well, let me hear what you have to say, Barrett loosened the rag from the other's mouth, "I tell you, little girl, you are wasting my time, so I advise you to say something useful! or ......"

'Otherwise,' before the young maid could say anything, the young maid was the first to say, "I'm hungry!"

"......," Barrett's gaze froze, "what did you just say?"

"I'm really hungry, so I can't sleep. The maid still had that frightened look on her face, but the words she uttered made Barrett feel like she was teasing him.

"What are you talking about? Do you want me—the horrible nightmare—to help you find something to eat?" or are you going to ask me to make you some supper?" Barrett said with wide-eyed exaggeration.

Then he sniffed and looked around the kitchen. The most conspicuous oven is still steaming hot, and there are potatoes, onions, carrots, turnips, and some greens stacked in the corners, which is not easy to eat this season.

On one side of the oven hangs a few strips of air-dried bacon and a whole ham, while on the other side hangs a variety of kitchen utensils. On the long table in front of the kitchen utensils was half a clothed piece of cheese, a small bag of flour, two coconuts, a basket of eggs, and other miscellaneous items.

It should be possible to make a ham omelet, with creamy mashed potatoes and a simple onion soup, Barrett subconsciously thought to herself. Wait, what the hell am I doing? Am I really going to make a supper for this hostage in front of me? It's a joke!

"No, you don't have to, there's ready-made in the kitchen!" the maid Yada pointed with her chin raised, "There should be some leftover dessert in that cupboard over there." After eating, I promised to sleep until tomorrow morning until someone woke me up. And I won't say anything when I wake up, I promise in the name of Prince Rochester. She said solemnly.

What prince? What supper? What dessert? What is this called! Barriet looked at the hostage in front of her speechlessly, I should have sealed her mouth and left, I was a 'nightmare', didn't she realize it?

After a moment's pause, Barrett sighed and turned to walk towards the cabinet.

In the middle of the cabinet there was indeed a plate of square, creamy white pastry with red beans embedded in it, which must have been what the daring hostage had said. Barrett took out the pastry and walked back to the hostage, staring coldly, or rather, at the maid, coldly, or 'stunned', "Is that it?"

"Mmmm, can you help me loosen my hand? so I can eat it. The maid stared straight at the food on the plate, and couldn't help but swallow, "Or, you can feed it to me." ”

What the hell am I here for? Sneaking around late at night, all the trouble to come here just to feed the guy in front of me for dessert? Barrett is confused about the purpose of his trip?

While our stalker was in a daze, the young maid was already trying to straighten her neck and grow her mouth, trying to bite the plate in Barrett's hand.

Barrett was startled by her hideous expression, reminding him of the zombies in Deathknell after seeing him alive.

Barrett quickly picked up a piece of dessert and stuffed it into the 'zombie's mouth, and the next moment, the zombie reverted to the young maid, and the latter's hideous expression changed to contentment.

One, two, three...... The feeding process continued silently, neither Barrett nor the little maid spoke, except for the faint sound of chewing and swallowing.

When all the desserts on the plate had been eaten by the young maid, she hiccuped indecently, "Well, can you feed me some water?" ”

Barrett silently complied.

The young maid who had finished drinking the water sighed in satisfaction, then let out a long yawn, "I'm ready, Nightmare, come on." She said a little lazily.

Barrett sealed the guy's mouth again and moved the chair closer to the long table so that she wouldn't fall while she slept.

After this, the young maid closed her eyes and dozed off. Barrett, on the other hand, jumped out and gently closed the window with his hand, continuing his mission.

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