"Who is it?! Didn't I say -" As soon as the door opened, Baron Dahl's angry but abrupt shout came from behind the door.
"Good morning, Dal." Wei Ma greeted him with a smile and light steps. Just one doll inexplicably brought the surrounding atmosphere back to a cheerful festive atmosphere.
"Here, this is for you~" Wilma placed a sandworm omelette on the Baron's table, while the Baron looked at the former with a look of horror and disbelief.
"You may have forgotten, today is the birthday of your father, Baron Wick." Wilma smiled happily, as if this birthday was just for herself.
"Vima..." The baron was too shocked to say anything.
"Just read your book and don't play in the woods again. If you encounter a bear again, I won't be able to help you." After saying that, Wilma left a kiss on Baron Dahl's forehead, and then
He bypassed him and opened the door behind him.
"Wait! Wilma!" The Baron, who had recovered from his stagnant thinking, suddenly realized something and followed him.
"Hello, Wick, today is...Wick...yes, this...is this you? Is it you, Wick!?"
Since the front door was no longer guarded, Art finally had the opportunity to slip over and see what the world was like behind the door.
However, this room is surprisingly unpretentious. Most of the furnishings are in warm colors. The thick fur carpet is the same as in the study outside. There is a simple set of wooden tables and chairs in the corner, and then in the other corner,
It was a soft bed, and lying on the bed was an old man who seemed to be on his deathbed.
"Vima, don't touch him!" Baron Dahl ran behind Weima in horror and pulled her behind him.
"Listen, Wilma, I don't know what's wrong with you now, but you must not touch my father now. God knows what you can do."
"No! I, I won't... I, I just want to celebrate Wick's birthday..." Wei Ma was already in a semi-collapse state, and her body was trembling continuously.
"I, I have to leave, I am sick, I need... repairs, but, no, no, I don't want to leave Wick again, no, I..." Wei Ma squatted down tremblingly.
Seeing that Wei Ma had given up the action, the Baron was relieved and shouted out the door: "Repairer, come here and carry Wei Ma away and find a way to stop her from doing this again. Repairman!"
"Sir, the repairman is not here..." a large group of guards and servants watching the show at the door replied.
"Damn it, you can't be relied upon at the critical moment." The Baron cursed slightly and turned his attention to Wei Ma, who was kneeling on the ground and shaking.
"Weima, I know what you are thinking, but, really, my father can no longer be the same as before!" The baron tried to pull up Weima who was kneeling on the ground, but was helpless. Although Weima looked like
She is similar to a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, and appears to be very light, but she is still a doll, and her weight is still very guaranteed. With the body of the Baron, there is no way to pull her up.
"Vima...are you here..." Although Baron Dahl tried his best to lower his voice, the old baron seemed to be awakened by this tossing.
"I, I'm here, Wick, I'm here!" Wilma seemed to have received some kind of absolution, and she slammed away Baron Dahl, ran to the old Baron's bed, held his outstretched hand, and kept saying
Repeating 'Wick, I'm here' and 'I'll never leave you again'.
"Today, today is your birthday, I, I prepared an omelette for you, your favorite one...that omelette! I prepared it!"
"Ah..." The old baron was stunned for a moment, then seemed to suddenly realize something, and then struggled to sit up.
"Wait, father, let me help you." The baron saw his father's appearance and rushed over to help him.
"Come, look, it's crystal clear. I used a lot of spices. It's very fragrant, right?" Wei Ma said in a tone that seemed to be pleading.
But it is still a mystery whether the old baron still has the sense of smell and taste.
"It's very fragrant and delicious..." A smile slowly appeared on the old baron's immobile face, and he nodded tremblingly.
"Ha, you know it's delicious before you even eat it?" Wei Ma gently used the knife and fork to cut off a small piece of the fried egg, but after a moment of hesitation, she finally cut it into small pieces and dipped it in with a spoon.
Put some unsolidified egg yolk on it and put it into the old baron's mouth.
The old baron almost swallowed it without chewing, and he had no teeth for him to taste it carefully.
"Excellent... Wei Ma, your cooking skills have improved again..." The old baron took a deep breath and put his hand on Wei Ma's face tremblingly.
"Stay, Wilma, don't leave me..." The old baron said with a hint of choking in his tone, gently caressing Wilma's face.
"Yes, I will never leave you again." After hearing the old baron's words, Wei Ma's face finally regained its former peaceful and loving smile.
"You guys, go out," the old baron gestured to his son behind him and said, "I'll stay alone with her..."
"...Father..." Baron Dahl looked at the old baron with some worry and sighed.
"Go out, come out, follow me out! And you, how did you get in, get out!" As he said that, he scolded a group of people who had gathered at the door, and then carried Art and walked out of the place.
The door was closed tightly behind him.
"Let's all disperse, go back and do your work!" the baron said to the large group of people in front of him, looking a little impatient.
"But Baron, what's our reward?" Art, who was lifted in his hand, raised his head and asked.
"Reward, ah, yes, you can ask the butler for your reward, and then get out of here if you have nothing to do." The baron put Art on the ground and pointed to the exit of the study.
"Of course." After Art returned to the ground, he followed the baron's instructions and walked out of the study door.
"Here, this guest, what happened in the Baron's room just now?" Before Art could go to find the housekeeper, the warm-hearted middle-aged man came to the door on his own.
"Well, Miss Wilma and the old Baron are happily together, just like in a fairy tale."
"...Uh, is that so..." The butler was a little confused and could only turn his attention back to the baron who was holding his head and looking worried.
"Ah, by the way, Mr. Butler." Art said as if he had just thought of it, "The baron said that you should pay the four gold coins as the reward."
"Okay, since it's the Baron's wish." The butler was unambiguous. He took out a small bag from his pocket and took out four shining gold coins and handed them to Art.