"Is this the second miss's pastry?" The three were slightly surprised. One of them, a bearded middle-aged man, quickly said: "The second miss lives in the sixth room on the second floor. You can send it to her."
Dean nodded slightly and left with the pastry.
Not far after he walked out of the kitchen, he suddenly heard the three people whispering behind him.
"Hey, how can you let him send the food to the second miss? We haven't tasted it yet. What if it's not good?"
"You know the second miss's temper. If she's not satisfied with the food, then this brother will be miserable."
"You two idiots, didn't you hear what Miss Angela said? He's a high-class chef, and he's so young. Even Angela is interested in this pretty boy. If he stays here in the future, won't he be in charge of the kitchen? At that time, all three of us will be his subordinates. If he is driven away, then we can live a stable life. "
"Well, that's true."
"This kid is quite lucky with women. Tsk tsk, that b * tch Angela likes this kind of pretty boy."
"Shh, if Angela hears you, she will peel your skin."
"What are you afraid of? Didn't you see that she fell asleep? She must be very happy."
Dean walked further and further away, but he could still hear the words of the three clearly. He slightly raised his eyebrows, but his footsteps did not stop. He still carried the pastry to the stairs, and then went up step by step along the rare wooden stairs. He saw several maids standing at the stairs.
These maids were real maids. Their dress was obviously different from Angela's. They were wearing maid's clothes. Their hands were crossed and hanging under their abdomen. They bowed their heads and were silent like white stone sculptures.
Dean walked up the stairs. The nearest maid immediately reached out and stopped him. Her expression was indifferent. "Who are you? What is this?"
"I'm the new chef. This is the pastry for the second miss." Dean was slightly cautious.
The maid looked at him and thought that he should not have the courage to lie. She slightly nodded and said: "Follow me." She turned and led the way.
Soon, the two came to the front of the sixth room. The maid gently knocked on the door and whispered: "Second miss, the pastry you ordered is here." Her voice became soft and very pleasant to listen to. It was completely different from the previous cold tone when she spoke to Dean.
Standing outside the door, Dean could faintly hear strange moans coming from inside. He could perceive the situation in the room, and his eyes flashed a trace of strangeness. When the maid turned back, he returned to his reserved appearance.
"Come in."
An elegant voice came from the room.
The maid heaved a sigh of relief and pushed the door open.
The first thing Dean saw was the bright red fluffy carpet. After entering the door, he saw that it was a very spacious room. There was a big bed in the big room, four or five meters wide. There was a lifelike oil painting hanging on the wall behind the bed. The painting was of a very beautiful woman, dignified and elegant. But at the moment, under the painting, there was a strange scene.
Two strong young men, naked, were tied to the bed. In front of them, there was a girl wearing a black silk skirt, holding a bumpy black whip in her hand. There was an arrogant smile on her face. She stepped on the back of one of the young men and looked down at them. She was like a queen on the battlefield, but the whole bed was full of obscene atmosphere.
The maid seemed to have long been accustomed to this scene. She looked down at her feet and respectfully said: "Second miss, your pastry is here."
The girl turned her head and glanced at him. When she saw Dean's appearance, she was slightly startled, and her eyes lit up. She turned around with interest, slightly raised her head, and arrogantly said: "You, come here."
Dean sighed in his heart, but still walked over.
"You look good, but unfortunately, you are a civilian." The girl looked at Dean and raised the corner of her mouth: "Take off your clothes and let me see."
Dean was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the other party to be so direct. He quickly said: "Second miss, I just applied to be a chef. I specially brought you pastries. I hope you can taste it and see if it is to your taste."
The girl frowned: "Are you a chef?"
Dean nodded quickly.
"Humph!" The girl coldly snorted, and her face turned cold: "You don't know what is good for you!"
Dean was speechless. He suddenly felt that this family was a bit sick. Whether it was the young master named Leo in the woods, the girl in front of him, or the housekeeper he met before, they all gave him a strange sick feeling.
However, thinking of the scene in the underground of the family, he could more or less understand.
"You go out first." The girl said to the maid.
The maid respectfully retreated and closed the door.
The room suddenly became quiet. Only the strange sounds of the two young men who were tied up from time to time made Dean's scalp tingle.
"I'll give you another chance. Take off your clothes." The girl condescendingly arrogant.
Dean felt a headache. He thought for a moment, put the pastries in his hand on the table, took a few steps forward, and softly said: "Miss, should I take off my clothes like this?" Then he untied the belt.
The girl's impatient look was slightly restrained. There seemed to be some hesitation, but soon she proudly said: "Hurry up."
"Is it like this?" Dean's movements were very slow, and his voice became erratic.
There was a trace of trance in the girl's eyes, but she still maintained an impatient tone and said: "Yes."
"Is it really like this?" Dean's fingers were still moving slowly, but if someone were to see it, they would find that Dean's fingers were not moving the belt, but his fingers were moving, bringing a series of afterimages. When both hands moved at the same time, there seemed to be countless finger afterimages, dazzling the eyes of the onlookers.
There was a trace of confusion in the girl's eyes, and she said: "Is it like this?"
"Miss, look carefully. Is it really like this?" Dean slowly approached, and the afterimages between his fingers were getting more and more numerous. He slowly raised his fingers and approached the girl's eyes.
The girl stared blankly, as if she was sluggish.
Dean whispered: "Miss, you are sleepy."
The girl instinctively yawned, and her eyelids drooped.
"You need to rest," Dean continued.
The sleepiness on the girl's face was thicker, and her body slightly swayed, as if she would fall at any time.
"Miss?" One of the young men who was tied felt strange. He turned his head and suddenly saw the countless afterimages between Dean's fingers. He could not help but be stunned.
Dean ignored him, still looking at the girl, and softly said: "You need to rest now, so I won't disturb you. Go to sleep, sleep in peace …"
The girl slowly closed her eyes, and her mouth mumbled some vague words. Her body swayed, and she fell straight down.
Dean grabbed her with his palm and slowly put her down.
Then like lightning, he knocked out the other young man.
The young man who saw the afterimages of Dean's fingers widened his eyes, and his face was full of horror. He looked at Dean incredulously.
Dean slowly approached and rotated his fingers: "You are very tired, you need to rest …"
The young man looked at him in horror, and wanted to shout, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it was pinched by Dean. At the same time, he felt the back of his head was hit hard, and his brain suddenly became chaotic and confused. At this time, the fingers that emerged in his sight were like beams of light, and he was in a trance.
"Forget all this, you need to rest …"
Dean's voice was like a dream, ringing in the young man's ear. The young man's eyelids slowly drooped.
After a moment, Dean hypnotized the young man to sleep, picked up the pastries, ate them with a fork, and turned to leave the room.
"Huh, it's really troublesome." Dean closed the door, sighed, and felt a trace of helplessness. He shook his head, turned and walked along the corridor, passing by the previous maid. The latter glanced at him, but did not say anything.
Dean went back to the kitchen, and the three men were surprised to see that Dean's hands were empty. They could not help but ask: "Where's the pastries? Did you give them to the second miss? "
Dean nodded slightly.
"She ate them?"
"Yes, she said they tasted good."
"Uh …" The three men seemed to be choked by something. After a while, they reacted and quickly surrounded him to congratulate him.
Dean smiled and casually said a few words. He went into the kitchen and saw Angela still lying as before. He stepped forward and touched her gently. Soon, Angela woke up and opened her confused eyes. When she saw Dean clearly, she suddenly sat up.
As soon as she sat up, she saw her messy clothes, and her cheeks could not help but blush. She felt a little shy, but soon she woke up and turned to stare at Dean. "How did I fall asleep?"
Dean smiled and ambiguously said: "It's probably because your body is too poor."
Angela almost laughed. Her body was weak? She was a pioneer, and a master among the pioneers. How could a civilian say her body was weak? She looked at Dean suspiciously, and suddenly stretched out her hand. Her nails protruded like sharp knives, and with a murderous look, she suddenly grabbed Dean's face.
Dean was stunned for a moment and did not seem to react at all.
When her nails touched Dean's cheek, Angela instantly withdrew her hand and frowned at Dean.
A trace of blood emerged from Dean's cheek. He reached out and touched it. When he saw the blood on his fingers, his eyes widened and looked at Angela in horror. He stepped back, but accidentally fell and sat on the ground.
Seeing Dean's embarrassed appearance, the last doubt in Angela's heart was dispelled. A master who could make her unconscious without her knowing was at least a dominator. How could he be so embarrassed?
She could feel that Dean did not react at all. Even the pores of his body did not shrink. If he was really a master, he would feel her murderous look. Even if he desperately endured, his body instinct would change accordingly. But Dean did not, which could only mean that his fighting instinct was too weak, and he was just an ordinary person.
"Is it really because I'm too tired recently?" Angela frowned slightly and felt strange. Suddenly, she felt that it was necessary to find a doctor to see if there was something wrong with her body or if she had some disease.
Thinking of this, she was no longer in the mood to be intimate with Dean. She quickly stood up and quickly tidied up her clothes. Her technique was incomparably skillful. Soon, she returned to her previous dignified appearance and quickly walked away.
After watching Angela leave, Dean was relieved in his heart. He gasped for breath and looked like he was still in shock.
The three people outside the door saw Dean's embarrassed appearance and secretly gloated in their hearts.
Thus, Dean's employment was smoothly stabilized. In the evening, he worked with the other three chefs to prepare dinner for the Earl, his three sons, five daughters, and of course, his seven wives in the castle.
It was not his business to serve the dishes. For these nobles, a chef was also a pariah profession and did not deserve a seat. This kind of chef often had a better name, gourmet.
After cooking for the Bourne family, Dean and the three chefs were busy cooking for several other big shots. These were the guardians of the Bourne family, including the ruler that Dean had sensed and the ten pioneers.
While cooking, Dean also learned the names of these pioneers and the ruler. At the same time, he also learned that the person who played chess with the ruler and hid his body heat deeply had an extraordinary identity. His status was equal to or even higher than the ruler. He was qualified to sit in the chair and eat with the Bourne family. The three chefs called him 'Mr. Black Mage'.
When the dinner was finished, Dean's work for the day was basically over. The three chefs were temporarily responsible for helping Dean familiarize himself with the kitchen and the taste of the Bourne family's young masters and ladies under the butler's order.
Late at night.
Dean returned to the assigned residence and slept in the same big room with the three chefs. Not long after, the three chefs fell asleep and snored.
Dean leaned on the pillow and looked at the moonlight shining in through the window. A touch of gold flashed in his eyes as he scanned the whole castle.
He saw that the Bourne family's master had fallen asleep. The second miss, whom he had hypnotized, did not show any abnormalities during dinner. The hypnosis effect was very successful. At this moment, she was in her room and playing the sick game in the afternoon.
In addition, Dean also saw a son of the Bourne family sneak into the room of one of his wives and do something unethical.
"This family is really hopeless …" Dean felt that everything here was very desolate. He knew that the ruler and the ten pioneers were most likely aware of the young master's bad behavior, but they did not inform the Bourne family's master.
The Bourne family's master was called Barrett Bourne. He was just an ordinary civilian, but his body heat was slightly higher than ordinary people. It seemed that he had taken some special medicine to enhance his physique.
"It seems that the Overlord Guardian isn't completely loyal to this Patriarch." Dean's eyes flashed. Under his penetrating vision, the whole Bourne family was in his eyes. In just one night, he discovered this huge secret. From this point, he could feel the intricate relationship within the family.
He was not in the mood to understand this relationship in depth, but he felt that the twisted young master might be able to make use of it.
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