"In the future, when I'm not around, don't let strangers in." Lin Ge, who was chopping carrots, suddenly said: "I hired you as a maid so that you can take care of Metien's life, not to play around with her.
,Miss Alice."
Alice carefully put the potatoes that had been peeled into polyhedrons into the basin, then raised her wet hands and pretended to make a salute gesture: "Received!"
"But," she defended herself in a low voice, "you should say this to Metien. After all, I am just a maid. If she really wants to do something, I can't stop her!"<
/p>
The credibility of this sentence is basically zero.
Ringer put the cut carrots into the pot and stewed them with the tender lamb and peas, then turned to Alice and said: "She has always believed that you are a messenger sent by the goddess. In this case, you should take advantage of this."
It shouldn't be difficult for you to convince her."
"No!" Alice's expression was serious, exuding a firm and unshakable awe-inspiring brilliance: "The goddess taught us to treat others with integrity and not to lie or deceive. Metien is my friend, and I can't use her to do anything to me.
trust..."
"You're fired." Ringer was too lazy to listen to her nonsense and chased her away on the spot, and judging from his expression, it was really possible that he would do such a thing. Alice, who hadn't even eaten dinner, immediately showed her flexibility.
Moral bottom line: "But under appropriate circumstances, white lies can help others!"
"Well, you're hired."
"Huh." Someone breathed a sigh of relief.
From being laid off to being re-employed, in just three seconds, the ordinary maid Alice experienced the ups and downs of life. In the ups and downs of her career, she finally understood a truth deeply: dignity is not important, but the right meal is.<
/p>
After earning one million pounds, who will still work for this three-faceless paralyzed priest?
She thought angrily.
Then he was sent by Ringer to get the seasoning.
Alice complained softly that he would only let herself do these chores, but she still stood on tiptoes and tried hard to look for the salt shaker in the cupboard. Because of the excessive force, Alice accidentally hit the back of her head and exclaimed.
The pain that was conveyed to my mind inspired me, and in a flash of lightning, I recalled something that I had almost forgotten.
"Linge!" She pulled her head out of the cupboard and shouted: "I forgot one thing!"
Ringer had long been accustomed to her whining, so he was as steady as the Alps and asked without looking back: "What's the matter?"
"Book!"
Alice jumped to his side, spread her palms and made a "give me" gesture: "Medien said you have a lot of history books in your room, can you lend them to me?"
"Borrow a book?"
To be honest, this request was a bit unexpected, and even the usually calm Ringer felt that he was hallucinating. He finally turned around and laid his eyes on Alice's face. His golden eyes were like a transparent mirror, reflecting
Showing the girl's inexplicable confident expression.
Although I don’t know why she is confident and where it comes from, her expression does not look like a joke.
Ringer did not agree directly, but confirmed again: "You just said that you want to borrow my book to read?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"There's no reason." Alice's tone seemed to be natural: "As a foreigner, you can't always be ignorant of the world you traveled through, right?"
"In other words, you want to know more about our world?"
"Yes, yes." Alice nodded repeatedly: "How about it, do you support it?"
You ask me if I support it, of course I do - Alice thought that Ringer would answer like this. After all, it was not a big deal, just borrowing two books. Who knew that after she asked, Ringer fell into silence.
He stopped chopping potatoes, and the kitchen knife stopped on the edge of the chopping board. He stared at Alice quietly, his eyes so clear that they were almost empty, as if they had lost focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
On the stove next to it, the lamb stewed with tender peas was simmering in the pot. The fragrance of carrots and peas was refreshing and appetizing. It seemed to have come out of the gap in the pot lid, lingering on the tip of Alice's nose and teasing her stomach.
Gluttonous desire.
Gululu——
The girl's stomach made the sound of wanting to eat.
"Uh." She covered her stomach in embarrassment, her eyes wandering: "No way? Forget it, I can buy it myself. By the way, do I have a salary?"
"Not enough."
Lin Ge suddenly said softly: "If you want to understand the world we live in, it's not enough to just rely on what you read in books."
"Then what should I do?" Alice blinked: "You mean I should go see the outside scenery? The world is so big, how about a casual trip?"
"No." Ringer shook his head: "I mean, tomorrow afternoon, I will have two history classes in the fifth-grade Wisteria class at St. Lowood National School. That is teaching for beginners, which is very suitable for you.
So, if you really want to understand the world and our history, you can come and listen."
"Really?" The golden-haired maid's eyes lit up. She originally hated boring things. Although class is boring, it is at least better than flipping through books alone. Not to mention that she can leave Tianxin Church and go outside to take a look. Speaking of which,
Ashamedly, after traveling for a week, her range of activities has not exceeded Songshi Street, which is a shame among time travellers.
Ringer replied: "The followers of the original sect never refuse any scholar. The only requirement is not to disturb other people's study."
"That's definitely not the case!" Alice patted her chest and vowed: "I have been a good kid in the classroom since kindergarten. Everyone calls me the little red flower predator!"
It's best that way.
Ringer had no interest in the glorious past of his maid. After getting her assurance, he looked away and continued cutting potatoes, intending to make her favorite cold potato shreds for Medien. At this time, Alice was sneaky again
He came closer, his ruby eyes flashing with confusion: "Speaking of which, why did you suddenly think of letting me listen? I feel like this is not something you would do."
Under normal circumstances, Ringer is a person who hates trouble, so he either refuses this request, or directly throws the book to Alice and lets her figure it out on her own. As for taking Alice to audit the school where he works, this kind of spontaneous
How could he do something that would cause trouble?
But he did.
There must be a reason behind it. Could it be that she is too young and beautiful to bear to refuse the beautiful girl's request? Alice thinks this possibility is relatively high.
Actually.
"I just want to see," Ringer said while cutting potatoes, "what kind of seed you will grow into."
When he said this, what came to his mind subconsciously was Mr. Ronning's face and what he said to himself.
Will meeting have meaning? Will you reap fruits if you plant seeds? Will the person holding the key be able to open that door? These questions are so mysterious and profound that even as a college student in the history department, he has not yet understood
Get the answer.
But it is undeniable that he was moved by Mr. Ronning's words, so he was willing to give Alice a chance to try. The seeds of self-reliance are always easily destroyed by the wind and rain from the outside world. If he can get protection from someone,
Maybe it can grow more lushly until the day it blooms and bears fruit.
What's more, this seed has a very special origin, and it will surely yield very special fruits.
Unfortunately, Alice did not understand his good intentions, so after hesitating for a moment, she replied in an uncertain tone: "Wonderful, Bulbasaur?"
Ringer: "..."
Therefore, he did not say another word to his maid until the end of dinner.
***
While the golden-haired maid in the kitchen was desperately explaining what "Bulbasaur" was, Ms. Fiari, the reporter from the public newspaper, was walking angrily under the dusk, cursing the damn priest ten thousand times in her heart.
, of course, I have not forgotten that annoying maid.
Their behavior, language, and expressions all made Fiyali feel deeply disgusted. If she hadn't been worried about being noticed by the night watchman, she would have cut off, torn apart, and chopped up the dirty bodies of those two people! p>
They are obviously just ignorant and weak mortals...
Feiyali stopped for a moment, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. She recalled the way the pastor named Ringer looked at her before she left Tianxin Church, and she suddenly became a little uncertain. That look could even
I feel oppressed by myself in Sequence 7. Is he really just an ordinary person?
It is true that there is no magic aura from his body. If it is a disguise, at least a strong person at the demigod level can achieve such a seamless performance. But neither the Holy Goddess Sect nor the Tianxin Church are nameless.
If it weren't for the implementation of the "Religious Decree", Fiyali would not know their existence at all. Can a church with such a weak sense of existence also give birth to a strong man above half a god?
That's ridiculous.
She shook her head gently and got rid of these nonsense thoughts. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard a gentle voice coming from beside her: "Beautiful lady, you seem to be in a bad mood. Please have a cup of fragrant fruit tea to refresh yourself."
What?"
Fiyali turned around and realized that there was a stall selling tea and homemade snacks next to it. The stall owner was an old woman in her sixties. Her hair was all gray and her face was full of wrinkles. She was looking at it with a smile.
myself.
The so-called fragrant fruit is actually a kind of berry that grows in the bushes in green areas in the suburbs. Farmers in the suburbs will collect some and sell them when selling vegetables in the city. Because of its sweet and sour taste, it is very popular among children. Some
The merchant dilutes their mashed juice and mixes it with crude tea to turn it into a cheap drink, which is the fragrant fruit tea promoted by the old woman in front of him.
Fiyali wanted to refuse, because as an elegant lady (self-confessed), she only drank the purest Blue Mountain coffee or Earl Gray tea, not cheap drinks from roadside stalls. But at this time, her mind
A new thought suddenly appeared in my mind, and when my words came to my lips, they naturally changed: "Okay, please give me a drink."
"Thank you, beautiful lady, this cup of fragrant fruit tea only costs two pennies."
"I only have one pound note on me."
"I'm sorry, there are too many to find." The old woman had a troubled expression on her face, but Feiyali smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter."
"As long as you are willing to accept my interview, I will give you this pound.