He was eager to see what kind of posture and expression the diners of this peerless delicacy had, whether their faces would be happy and their throats would moan of satisfaction when the aroma entered their nostrils, when the delicious taste melted on their taste buds.

His hands, trembling violently with nervousness, slowly opened the door frame, and he swore that he just wanted to open a small gap, as long as he could put his eyes together, and he never thought of disturbing the diners' free time.

He didn't realize or imagine that his stupid hands pushed open a door that changed his fate.

Squeak –

The screeching sound tore apart the silence of the night, and also extinguished the seductive sound, and the men and women inside stopped instantly, like panicked thieves who had been caught.

Yes, they are thieves, Al didn't want to catch the thief, but he ran into a real thief, and the identity of the thief was even more unexpected, and he was stunned on the spot.

So while he was stunned, the thieves had plenty of time to make a contingency choice, and they immediately locked onto the peeping eye that reflected the moonlight in a dark crack in the door.

Al was stunned, he didn't notice too much other dirtiness, because his attention was all focused on the woman's face, which was a face that mixed complex emotions such as shyness, pain, happiness, shock, etc., and it was also a face that changed from familiar to unfamiliar, from beautiful to ugly, but no matter how much it contained, he would not admit that he was wrong, this was the face of that woman, that maid!

The sheer amount of information kept Al on his feet, and he didn't even think to dodge the butler's grip on him.

Then, the butler dragged Al into the kitchen, as a serf, he didn't dare to resist and didn't think he could resist, of course, this is a more decent statement, in fact, the maid's face as the main attack, the wonderful scene as an assist, the serf at that time was still in a stunned state.

He had no memory of how his hands were tied, his mouth gagged, and he was thrown into a corner.

After subduing the peeps who had never seen the world, the thieves calmed down and appeared fearless, and they discussed what to do with the serf who had discovered their secret while dressing in front of Al, of course, mainly the women were talking and the men were listening, so that her hands were much slower.

After the man got dressed, he turned into a butler who felt both familiar and strange to Al at this time, and the butler continued to gather next to the maid, and his hands teased Al's heart.

The anger on the maid's face turned to shame and fierceness, it was obvious that she was extremely unaccustomed to doing this in front of others, and the fierceness turned into murderous intent, "kill him".

However, this proposal was quickly rejected by the butler, and he continued his work, his hands like snakes, wandering through the snowy fields and ice peaks, licking [hx] through the dense forests and swamps.

He rubbed his chin like a philosopher rubbing his chin in thought.

......

"Hmph...... Otherwise, you would ...... What to do?"

......

"Let him go?"

......

After a period of friction and thought, rubbing and choosing, the butler made a decision, he let go of his prey, and drove her back, leaving only himself and Al.

Then in the butler's mouth, Al hears another version of the story, except that right and wrong have been reversed, and black and white have been confused.

Roughly speaking, the butler woke up at night and heard a strange noise in the kitchen, so he sneaked to the door and found Al stealing meat in the kitchen. So the thief was bumped into, and in the fright, he broke a large number of glass utensils, jumped out of the window and fled.

In fact, this thought had crossed Al more than once, and if he had known that such a thing was happening, he would never have had the courage to do so.

After the butler said lightly, he helped Al to his feet, pushed the serf to the window, and reached out to push the sash open. At that moment, the white moonlight representing purity hit the butler's filthy hands, and the reflection stinged Al's eyes.

He patted Al on the shoulder, just like before, whenever this happens, the butler always says something encouraging to Al, but at this time Al just wants to plug his ears, but unfortunately his hands are tied.

But what bound Al's hands was immediately undone, and if I guessed correctly, it was the maid's corset.

"Al," said the butler with a smile, "do you know about gambling?"

"Huh?" a trace of uneasiness passed through the serf's heart, and the uneasiness came from the unknown.

"You should get out of here, and of course you can try to shout and gamble to see if people believe in a lowly serf or in the noble servant of Lord Baron. But if you lose the bet, you don't even have a chance to escape, you know what the end is, right?"

When he said this, the butler's hands were already on the shelf where the glass utensils were stored, and the crystals on his hands were naturally wiped on them a little, but unfortunately they only left a faint white mark on them in the end, which did not provide evidence for Al to turn the tables.

Moreover, in fact, the butler is just blocking himself, as for Al, it's just an involuntary dice, he is not the butler's opponent, he doesn't even have a table, what are you talking about?

"No! you can't do that, I can pretend I didn't see anything!" the serfs could not accept the drastic deterioration.

Al wanted to negotiate with the other party, tried to move his ass to the chair across the table, he really didn't want to leave here, even if it was full of oppression and slavery, but if he got used to it, he wouldn't feel anything wrong, as long as he didn't compare his treatment to those people.

At least this is a familiar place, and fear comes from the unknown.

The butler showed his signature smile, but to Al, underneath the familiar smile was an ugliness that he couldn't understand at all, and his eyes were full of sinisterness.

Ignoring Al's words, he took three of his undried fingers into his mouth and sucked them for a moment, then pointed them at Al, whispering in a drunken voice, "Are you ready, young man?"

"Ready, ready, ready?!" Al looked at the other man's gesture, panicked.

As the serf spoke, one of his three fingers withdrew into his fist.

"My lord, I—"

One more was withdrawn, and there was still a lone middle finger in the fist.

But to the stunned serfs who were full of confusion, the wooden shelf had already been thrown down by him!

The old wooden shelf, loaded with glass vessels, smashed straight to the ground, completely waking up the manor that had been sleeping in the middle of the night, and completely smashing Al's consciousness.

"I'll give you one more point in for your sacrifice," he sneered, gesturing at Al, "don't trust people too easily. ”