At night, the central building of the manor was still brightly lit, and lanterns were hung everywhere else, and the servants were not done with their day's work.

Normally, the buildings in the manor would have been cleaned casually, and the rest of the farm and ranch would not have taken long to take care of, but now is a special period, and in order to be able to support the army's expenses, the manor has expanded its production, and now it takes twice as long to take care of it, which also causes the servants to double the construction period.

The servants did not complain about this state of affairs, but rather they felt that they were valuable to the nobility.

Although people like them are not nobles at all, as long as they stay in the manor of the noble family, they feel that their status is at least higher than that of the common people.

Daniel did go back to the manor to say hello to the Emir, so he left early this morning, Moswood stayed in the barracks for a long time, and the only one left in the manor was Lydia.

Although there is only one master left to serve, these servants are reluctant, unlike what Lydia thinks, most of the servants hate most is not Daniel, who never looks at them properly, but she who does not know how to be inferior to her, but they are very good at disguising themselves, and Lydia never realizes that she is hated.

At this time, in the kitchen of the manor, a middle-aged woman in her thirties, who was the head maid here, was preparing dinner for Lydia and two guests.

It stands to reason that there were more than twenty maids in the manor, and even if Phyllis, who was usually in charge of Lydia's meal, was killed, there was also Margaret, but the head maid still took over the matter, because she looked down on Margaret's commoner background and did not trust the other young maids.

The head maid often complained about Lydia behind her back, saying that she was used to being a commoner, so she always did things that were not in order, while the other maids regarded her as a senior and only knew how to echo her.

When Phyllis was killed last night, she was also the first to be there, and then expressed suspicion about the emir.

As a head maid, she is young enough, after all, her last time she became the head maid, she was about the same age as Jolson, which has nothing to do with her ability to bear hardships and stand hard work, and of course, the most important point is that she has an ambiguous relationship with Joelson, who is a housekeeper.

The news had spread among the servants, and only the owners of the manor did not know, and although the two were more than twenty years apart in age, almost all the servants felt that they were a good match, because they were the two most capable men in the manor.

After about an hour, the head maid had prepared a table full of dishes with her skillful cooking skills, and then placed them next to the stove to keep warm.

Unlike other servants, she only needs to focus on the affairs of the kitchen, which means that she can leave work earlier to rest, but as a senior maid, she must have to do more things, such as what condiments are missing in the kitchen, which need to be purchased as soon as possible, and what dishes to cook for tomorrow's breakfast.

When this was done, the head maid left the kitchen contentedly, and stood outside hoping that Lydia would come back to eat soon, and that she might wash the dishes as soon as possible.

The head maid is accustomed to arranging the daily affairs clearly, and the young maids naturally cannot do this, they are always too relaxed when they should be relaxed, and they are too nervous when they should be nervous, resulting in a rush and not being able to do anything properly.

At this time, the maids had done their jobs and had gone to help take care of the farms and pastures, and the only one who was idle was the head maid alone, but she saw that Lydia had not come back yet, and she was a little bored, and she suddenly remembered that she had asked Margaret to wash the clothes alone, and she didn't know how the washing was.

The clothes were supposed to be washed by three maids, but in order to make things difficult for Margaret, the head maid deliberately ordered her to do it alone, and warned her that if she reported to Lydia, they would squeeze her out.

Servants like her are willing to stay on the manor, but that doesn't mean they really like the job, most of the time they're bored, and bullying newcomers or bad guys becomes their greatest pleasure.

The laundry room was less than a hundred meters from the kitchen, so the maid paced slowly and walked over.

She quietly pushed open the door and looked inside, strangely not seeing Margaret next to the mountain of clothes, she wondered, but soon understood what was going on.

"This little girl won't be lazy, cut, it's really in line with her status as a commoner."

The head maid immediately burst in in a rage, however, she had expected Margaret to hide in the corner and sleep, but unexpectedly there was no figure in the entire laundry room, and it was so quiet that she could even hear her own breathing.

"Okay, this guy is really bold enough to leave work early."

The head maid came to the center of the room, and suddenly found a huge pattern on the wooden floor, which was circular in shape, and inside was some indescribable patterns that intersected with each other.

She suspected that Margaret had painted it here, and if that was the case, then the guy was in trouble, because it was obviously something that damaged the manor, and she would have a reason to kick Margaret out of it.

So the head maid smiled happily, which seemed to be a very happy thing for her, though no maid could threaten her position.

However, just as she was about to leave the room, a burst of green light burst out from the pattern, and the blinding light engulfed her body in an instant.

The head maid didn't understand what was happening, and she staggered to the ground, and at this moment, the green light around her disappeared, and in her place was a vast grassland in front of her.

"What's going on?"

The head maid asked with a look of surprise, but no one answered her, and there was silence around.

She looked at the steppe, and somehow returned to her childhood, when she was just the daughter of a commoner, living in the vast plains of the eastern part of the empire, where most of the area was grassland.

Because the family was too poor to open the pot, her parents sold her to a noble family as a servant, and although she was finally able to earn money for her own labor, she still hated her parents, and felt that they had abandoned her, so she never cared about them from then on, and never sent back a cent of the money she earned.

Many years have passed, she has long forgotten that she still has a family living in the grassland, but now she doesn't know what's going on, she actually saw the grassland of her hometown again, unconsciously, her eyes were full of tears, it seems that the longing finally overcame the hatred of her parents.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a chill in her chest, as if something had pierced her body, and then something liquid was flowing on her body, and she looked at the sky and saw that it was raining, so she no longer felt strange.

Gradually, however, her mind began to blur, and everything in front of her was like a faded landscape, and the light became dimmer and dimmer, until she lost consciousness completely.

The maid fell to the ground with a heavy fall, long gone, with a short sword stuck in the center of her chest, but a serene expression on her face, the same as Phyllis's death last night.

After some time, Margaret pushed the door in, and she saw the maid lying on the ground covered in blood, and she was stunned for a second, and then screamed, attracting the servants around her.

……

On the other side, Lydia is returning to the manor with Emile and Sain.

Before leaving the workshop, the Emile took the two swords that had been forged for the day, and although Lydia did not despise them, for them this was the first work, and it was irreplaceable and commemorative.

"Hehe, are you really sure you want to keep these two swords and give me the swords you will make tomorrow?"

Lydia asked with interest as she watched the two of them pack their swords like treasures.

"Oops, you don't understand, it's monumental to us." Sain explained.

"Yes," the emir nodded, "you've helped us so much these days, we have to show it, and we don't have to go to war for the time being, it's useless to ask for such a good sword, it's better to leave it to those who need it." ”

"Oh, I see."

Lydia nodded, impressed by the emir.

"Oh, Lydia, there's something I have to complain to you about." The emir suddenly became serious.

"Oh? But it doesn't hurt to say that. Lydia was generous, and motioned for him to speak.

"You asked Margaret to get us clothes last night, right?"

"Well, that's right, and then?" Lydia asked in confusion.

"And then there's the thing that makes us very angry, Margaret actually said that she wanted to see us change clothes with her own eyes, and said that you ordered her." The emir said indignantly.

"What?"

Lydia was amazed because she had never given such an order.

"Huh? Listening to your tone, don't you know either? "The emir was surprised.

"This ...... Ahaha, of course I know, it was indeed my order, otherwise Margaret would not dare to make such a request for such an introvert. ”

Lydia laughed, scratching the back of her head suspiciously as she spoke.

Emir naturally saw at a glance that Lydia definitely didn't give such an order, it should be Margaret's own opinion, he couldn't understand why Lydia lied, could it be that she intended to help Margaret?

"Really?" The emir was skeptical.

"Of course, when did I lie to you?"

“…… All right. ”

The emir had no choice but to give up, although he did not understand, but he was not the kind of person who did not understand the world.

"Well, that's your fault, Lydia, you should know that men and women have different reasons, and we don't mind, but Margaret is a girl, and you're embarrassing her too much."

Sain didn't seem to see that Lydia was lying, and criticized her earnestly.

"Haha, sorry, I just wanted to play a joke on you." Lydia scratched her head and giggled.

"It's too much of a joke, no, you have to make it up to us." Sain refuses to give up.

"Huh? Didn't you say you wouldn't mind? And it's Margaret who is bothered, how can it become to compensate you. Lydia continued as he spoke.

"I don't care, we were also mentally hurt anyway, and when we were suspected last night, didn't you promise to compensate us? Then this matter should also be remembered. ”

"Well, well, well, I'll write it down for you." Lydia shook her head helplessly.

Afterwards, the three of them continued to chat in the carriage, and they couldn't help laughing when they had fun.

It wasn't until they returned to the manor that they saw the servants gathered outside the laundry room in a chaotic manner, and their hearts instantly became heavy.

Lydia didn't wait for the servant to report to her that she knew what had happened, and that someone else must have been killed.

Lydia walked over with a heavy heart, and the servants stepped out of the way until Jolson, the butler, came out of the room and stood before Lydia.

"Miss Lydia, our head maid has been killed." Jolson said this with obvious grief.

"I see," Lydia said as she reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then added, "you take the two guests to dinner first, and I'll leave it here." ”

However, Jolson was not happy when he heard this, and his lover died, but he could not help deal with it, but had to entertain the two commoners.

In the past, even if he was reluctant, he would obey his master's orders, but now his heart is full of sorrow, and no one cares about it.

"Miss Lydia, forgive me for my fate, and the head maid is also mine...... Old colleague, I have to find out the killer myself. ”

"Tsk, so I don't have the authority to give orders in this manor?" Lydia wasn't happy either.

Joelson was silent, but he didn't mean to back down.

Seeing that the atmosphere had become awkward, Margaret stood up and persuaded her.

"Miss Lydia, let him be, you don't know, the head maid is his lover, and he is too sad to offend you."

"What?" Lydia looked incredulous, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, "I see, I'm too slow, Jolson, I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay, thank you for your understanding."

Joelsen wasn't angry, after all, he looked down on Lydia from the bottom of his heart, how could he be as knowledgeable as him.

Later, Margaret took the initiative to lead Emile and Sain to dinner, while Lydia and Jolson decided to stay and continue their investigation.

The news of the murder for two days in a row spread in the manor, and the investigation had no clue at all, and the servants suddenly became panicked, after all, the two deceased were servants here, and maybe it would be their turn next.

Emir felt that there was something terrible in this manor, but he just didn't know what it was, he thought that it might be a monster, but this possibility was very small, because monsters would kill people indiscriminately, how could it be possible to kill only two in this place full of humans.

He really wanted to participate in the investigation, even if he couldn't find the murderer, he could still contribute, but as long as Lydia was there, he couldn't let go, so he could only help.

While Emile and Sain were dining, Margaret stood beside her, looking relaxed and relaxed, in stark contrast to the nervous servants outside.

"By the way, Margaret, you don't seem to be worried about the murder at all." The emir voiced his doubts.

"Well, that's not something I should worry about," said Margaret, smiling, "and I'll just take care of Miss Lydia, and since you're friends with Miss Lydia, I'll do the same to you, and nothing else is my business." ”

The emir was speechless, thinking to himself that the maid, though introverted and not good at words, was a man of understanding.

So, Emir decided to follow her example and chose to stand by on the sidelines.