Camilla, who was drenched in sweat, lay limp on the bed. Her eyes were still glistening with tears, and her face was red. She looked at Meg with resentment, feeling as if all the energy in her body had been squeezed out.
She did not expect this guy to use such a perverted and despicable method — tickling!
"Very good." Mag reached out to untie the rope behind Camilla's head, and pulled the ball out of her mouth with his pinky finger. "You can swear now."
"I, Camilla Báthory, swear in the name of the ancestors of the vampires that from today onwards, I will submit to Meg for a year. I will not disobey or resist." Camilla gritted her teeth and said. Her mouth moved, and she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry.
"Remember your oath. From today onwards, work hard and don't harass me anymore. I already have a daughter." Meg nodded in satisfaction. He helped Camilla turn over, unlocked the handcuffs that bound her hands, and took off the collar on her neck.
"You can leave now." Meg took two steps back and said to Camilla, who was lying on the bed.
As a normal man, he should do something in the face of such a mature lady who could not move or resist.
But he was such an unusually handsome man. Taking advantage of someone's precarious situation was not what a gentleman would do.
Although he was the one who caused this danger.
In the distant border of The Wind Forest, there was a woman who was risking her life for the future and freedom of the elves. How could he plant weeds on her head?
That was a valiant existence that could send a 10th-tier powerhouse flying with a stool!
Putting all these aside, Meg had already passed the stage of being controlled by his lower body.
So, he looked at Camilla, who was still lying motionless on the bed, and could not help but urge, "Why are you still here?"
"I can't move …" Camilla's resentful voice sounded. Although her magic had recovered after the collar was removed, she did not have any strength in her body. Even if she wanted to immediately leave this place that had humiliated her, her body would not allow her to do so.
"Where is your home?" Meg frowned.
"The Boundless Sea Realm."
Meg thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said.
"Then I can't send you home. You can sleep here tonight and go to work tomorrow," Meg said casually.
"I … I will definitely not sleep in the same bed as you." Camilla's eyes widened. Could it be that this fellow is going back on his words?!
"I don't want to sleep with a sweaty person." Meg rolled his eyes.
Camilla heaved a sigh of relief. Although the sweat on her body made her a little uncomfortable, the bed she was lying on was very comfortable. She felt as if her whole body was going to sink into it. It was soft and super warm. If she could sleep here for the night, it would be …
"You sleep on the floor." Meg spread the quilt on the ground and made a mattress beside the bed. Then, he carried the startled Camilla and put her on the ground. He pulled the quilt over her and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad."
"You … You won't be able to find a girlfriend like this …" Camilla grumbled. This fellow actually made her sleep on the floor while he slept on the bed.
"Hehe. I have a daughter." Meg scoffed. "Furthermore, the number of ladies who want to be my girlfriend every day is enough to circle Chaos City."
Camilla choked. Meg was really not bragging …
"What a troublesome night attack." Meg looked at the wet bedsheets and sighed. He could only change the bedsheets and blankets, and keep the three Photostones at the same time. He looked at Camilla who was wrapped up like a dumpling and smiled. "Goodnight." Then, he switched off the lights.
Very soon, Meg's steady breathing could be heard.
Camilla, who was originally nervous, heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Meg's steady breathing. It seemed like Meg really did not have any other intentions towards her. However, she soon thought angrily, Why! This fellow actually has no feelings for me at all? Am I really not a charming woman? "
Although her mind was filled with messy thoughts, and she was sleeping in a man's room with his blanket over her, Camilla fell asleep very quickly as fatigue flooded her.
Meg closed his eyes, and pushed open the test field for the God of Cookery.
If Camilla did not want her ancestor's coffin to be unstable, she should not try to hurt him.
Because of Camilla's sudden night attack, Meg had already wasted a lot of time. In order to prevent himself from not being able to leave the test field for the God of Cookery when he woke up the next day, he had to enter as soon as possible.
Once he entered the kitchen, a strong spicy smell greeted him. On the seasoning rack, there were already a few open seasonings. They had already started to make their presence known even before they were cooked.
Simmering hotpot base ingredients was not an easy task, especially for a pot of spicy and mellow soup. There were more than ten kinds of spices and seasonings, and it also required precise ingredients and skillful simmering skills to make a pot of red soup that people could not stop eating after eating it.
In the soup pot, the most important thing was that pot of soup.
This soup was not clear water. It had to be beef soup that had been boiled for more than 10 hours. The soup was fragrant and mellow.
Large pieces of butter slowly melted in the pot, and chopped bean paste was poured into the pot to make a pot of red chili oil. Sprinkling in a handful of pepper, the spicy smell naturally bloomed. Pouring in the cooked beef soup, and adding in red chili, old ginger, and other spices and seasonings, it slowly made a pot of fragrant red soup.
As for the clear soup pot, it was much simpler. Clear soup was nourishing, but it was not as bland as water. It also required a pot of bone broth to release the taste of the ingredients.
After replaying the steps in his mind several times, Meg began to boil the soup pot.
"The soup is too bland, failure!"
"Stir-frying pepper for two seconds, failure!"
"The spiciness is too low, failure!"
"Failure …"
Meg was like a cold killer, calmly accepting the system's judgment of failure, and then pouring the failed red soup pot after pot into the waste water pool.
As expected, he did not feel any heartache when he did not spend money.
…
Early the next morning, when the alarm clock rang, Meg opened his eyes almost at the same time.
Camilla also opened her eyes at the same time.
She had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she was caught by Meg, imprisoned with a strange instrument, and then tickled with a feather.
Then she saw a hand reach over her head, grab a strange-looking thing that was making a lot of noise, and press it hard.
The ringing stopped instantly, and then her eyes met with Meg's face that was poking out of the bed.
"Ah!!!"
Camilla let out a cry of surprise. That was not a dream!
"Good morning, Father …" At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Amy jumped in happily.
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