Thor's slightly dirty hands took out a half-eaten piece of white bread from behind his back and handed it to Monica.
"Aunt Monica, come and try some white bread!"
When Monica saw the white bread in Thor's hand, the kind smile on her face seemed to have been suspended by time, and she froze for an instant.
"Little Thor, tell me honestly, where did this piece of white bread come from? Are you...?"
The smile on Monica's face remained unchanged, she just stretched out her big rough hands to caress Thor's little head lovingly, but there was a complicated look in her eyes.
As a veteran maid who has experienced heavy storms, she clearly knows the serious consequences of being caught stealing things from her master's house.
There used to be a maid in Isis Castle who couldn't stand the temptation of white bread and stole the master's food. Fortunately, the baron was kind-hearted and only kicked the maid out of the castle after she was found to have done such a thing.
Little Thor is still young now and is easily tempted by various things in the castle. It is her responsibility to bring little Thor back before he embarks on this evil path.
But she couldn't jump to conclusions without understanding the actual situation. If things were not what she thought, her distrust would be a huge blow to little Thor.
"This is what the master made me eat all in order to punish me..." Thor, who was only eight years old, was naturally not so thoughtful and said with a happy smile.
Although this is punishment from the master, she likes this kind of punishment very much. If possible, she hopes to do it a few more times.
Aunt Monica was as kind and kind as her late grandmother, and Thor told Monica everything that happened in the restaurant without hiding anything.
"Half from Aunt Monica and half from Thor."
Thor first broke off a piece of white bread. Maybe he thought it was a little small, so he stuffed this small piece of bread into his mouth.
He directly broke the remaining bread in half and handed half of it to Monica.
Looking at the little girl's selfless actions, Monica shook her head, gently held Thor's little hand with her hand and pushed it in front of the little girl's face, signaling that she would not eat.
To be honest, it wasn't that she didn't believe what little Thor said, but that her words were just too... unbelievable.
In order to "punish" Thor for not doing a good job as a maid, Master Sauron, who has always been indifferent and doesn't care about anything, actually made her eat the remaining white bread and soup?
This kind of thing, which no one would believe if she told her, actually happened to the little girl in front of her.
Although Monica knew that Thor would not lie to her, she still needed to verify the truth of the matter herself.
Putting aside the worry in his heart, he smiled at Little Thor who had just eaten a small piece of white bread and showed a satisfied expression: "Since it is Young Master Sauron's punishment, then Little Thor must be punished."
If a person eats Guang'ao, I can't help little Thor eat it!"
"Oh~ What a pity, I still want to eat with grandma!"
Seeing the serious expression on Grandma Monica's face, Thor's originally full energy also slumped as if he had been hit hard, and he said with a dejected face: "It's a pity that such delicious white bread, if Dad
It would be nice if my mother and younger brother could also eat it."
Although he said this, Thor did not stop moving his hands. He finished the remaining white bread in four or five mouthfuls, and then put his dirty hands covered with bread crumbs in his mouth to slurp it.
Snap~
Snap~
Snap~
Monica decided not to dwell on this matter for the time being. Looking at Thor who looked satisfied, she clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Little Thor, we still have a lot to do today. As an excellent maid, we
But you can’t stop for a moment!”
"I know, Aunt Monica!"
"Thor will be the best maid! Come on!"
As if his body had been replenished by the energy of white bread, Thor once again returned to a state of full vitality, but with his skinny and dark body, it made people feel inexplicably funny.
"Come on! Thor, you are the best!" Monica was also infected by Thor's energetic spirit.
"By the way, Aunt Monica, can Thor give Thor's breakfast to his parents today?" Thor looked at Monica expectantly.
"Of course, my little Thor, that's your breakfast, you can do with it as you wish." Monica still had a kind smile on her face and rubbed Thor's head again.
"Yeah! Aunt Monica, you are so kind!" Thor happily hugged Monica's waist.
There is no difference between the servants in Isisburg and the servants of other nobles. They have the same two meals a day and the same black bread. The servants can distribute the food they get at will.
But compared to the black bread sold by profiteers outside that is mixed with sand, sawdust, pebbles, and hard as weapons, the black bread in the castle is mostly baked with semolina mixed with a certain amount of bran.
The black bread here is hundreds of times better than the bread sold outside.
...
In the complete castle, in addition to the Isisburg where the lords and servants lived, there is also a training ground that covers an area of almost a quarter of a football field next to the Isisburg.
On the other side is a warehouse used to store supplies and a warehouse that was transformed for temporary rest for the territorial guards. The four are tightly wrapped inside by a thick wall.
Outside the wall are wooden houses that are slightly old but not dilapidated.
The land on which the wooden house was built was temporarily loaned by the lord to the serfs for building a residence and could be taken back at any time. The serfs also needed to build the house themselves.
Even so, the serfs still had no complaints. They were powerless and could only survive in this world by relying on people with powerful abilities.
Sauron was standing on the training ground next to the castle at this time, looking at the baron guards in front of him standing crookedly. He really couldn't believe that these spiritless people were the guards of the territory.
Among the entire team, only the captain named Kahn could make him look at him more.
Although Sauron has never been a soldier, his vision is "broad".
A powerful sergeant of the motherland on Blue Star, the annual military parade made his blood boil with excitement. He regretted many times that he had not chosen to become a soldier.
But these people in front of him, Zoro felt that they were no different from a group of mud-legged people who had just left their jobs and had not undergone sufficient training to transform.
As for how much ability it will be able to use if it actually encounters an invasion of Warcraft, it is really unknown.
Three-quarters of them are new members who were re-selected and joined the guard after their predecessors were crippled last time.
After the guards were selected, the predecessor no longer worried about the training of the guards, but was obsessed with refining potions in the laboratory.
"Lord, all the guards in the territory have been summoned." Kahn said expressionlessly.
For the successor lord in front of him who suddenly summoned them on a whim, Kahn couldn't say he respected him, but he couldn't say he was disgusted either. After all, he was the bread of the Isis family.
Since the death of the old lord and most of the strong men in the guard a year ago, Kahn, the strongest among the remaining guards, automatically took over the position of captain of the disabled lord's guard.
But he found that things were not as beautiful as he imagined.
As the eldest son and legal heir of the Isis family, Sauron Isis took over the position of lord of the Isis barony. Apart from appearing once during the selection of guards, he never paid attention to them again.
Except for the meals delivered on time every day, this guard seemed to have been forgotten.
The surviving old members of the team began to become a little lax after discovering that the lord no longer paid attention to them, and might even have "forgotten" them.
From the beginning, the veteran players occasionally missed training, and in the end, the entire team often did not come. The players who missed training often sneaked out of the castle to help their families work in the fields in the countryside.
Even though Kahn is the most powerful person in the team, he is still an ordinary person.
Facing the other nine people who were grouped together, he was no match at all, and sometimes even saying a few words would trigger a fight.
Fortunately, these mud-legged people only thought about farming, and at the same time, the power of the old lord also left a deep impression on them.
Otherwise, this group of people might really turn against the guests and secretly occupy this land that does not belong to them.
So Kahn also completely gave up on the mess of teammates, and he was the only one who insisted on training on the huge training ground every day.
Although he had vaguely mentioned this matter to the lord more than once, he was always dismissed by his predecessor with such insincere words as "um", "ah", "oh", and "got it". This made Kahn
Feeling very helpless.
Fortunately, during this year, the Baron of Isis did not suffer any serious disasters, and the occasional invasion of monsters only left hastily after some simple destruction.
But there was always a voice in his heart that kept warning him that the lord had not forgotten them.
It's just that his energy was distracted by other things and he didn't have time to discipline them for the time being, even though he didn't really believe it when he said it.