At first, Portia didn't want Zefra to become Chen Zhao's personal assistant.
But after Chen Zhao left, she suddenly realized that it was pretty good.
Zefra worked really hard.
She wouldn't complain at all.
She could just lie down and rest. Zefra was more professional than her.
In the Brightmoon Mountain Manor, he could do anything.
"Miss Portia, you better get up and work," the butler system reminded her. "Your boss, my master, is on his way back."
Portia jumped up like a startled bird.
She had a nervous reaction to Chen Zhao now.
She would react when she heard his name.
But Portia quickly realized that Chen Zhao was still on his way. Why did she react so much?
Portia slumped back onto the sofa.
"Comfortable?"
"Comfortable … Ah …" Portia jumped up from the sofa.
Chen Zhao put his hands in his pockets and smiled at Portia. "Looks like you always work like this when I'm not here."
"Really?" "No, it's not like that … Zefra finished everything today, so I took a break."
"Really? Why is Zefra still working? Is this finished? "
"Boss, didn't the butler say you were still on your way? Liar, he's a liar. "
"Miss Portia, when I said Master was on his way, I meant he was on his way in. Maybe I should change my expression."
"There's no need to change it. I think this expression suits my interests very well."
"Boss." Zefra came over. "Boss, I'll go prepare lunch now."
"You don't have to be in charge of lunch."
"Zefra, Boss has a magical chef who never shows his face. As long as we don't enter the kitchen, lunch and dinner will be prepared automatically and then disappear." Portia had learned her lesson and knew that she couldn't find Chen Zhao.
Once, she sensed that someone was cooking in the kitchen, so she ran into the kitchen.
But she didn't see anyone. There was indeed something cooking in the pot.
Then Chen Zhao forced her into the kitchen and she took over his work.
Since then, Portia had completely lost interest in it.
She didn't disturb the mysterious chef anymore.
Zefra looked at Chen Zhao curiously.
"Portia, have you heard the story of the Conch Girl?"
"Never heard of it."
"A long time ago, a young man picked up a field snail and kept it in his basin. The field snail became the Field Snail Lady. Every time the young man went out to farm, the Field Snail Lady would help him with the housework, cooking and washing."
Portia rolled her eyes. "Boss, are you trying to tell me that you have a conch girl in your house?"
"You can understand it that way."
"As if I'd believe you."
Although Zephra didn't believe in Conch girls either.
However, she knew that it was definitely a supernatural force.
After all, Chen Zhao was a powerful spiritualist.
So it wouldn't be strange for some kind of supernatural power to appear in his house.
Just as Portia had said, Chen Zhao had them go to the kitchen to bring out the dishes at midnight.
Revra found that there were holes less than sixty centimeters in the walls of the house, including the kitchen.
These holes should be for some very small creatures to enter and exit.
They should be some short, psychic supernatural creatures.
Portia had been working here for more than two months and hadn't found a single clue.
In less than half a day, Rephra had already figured out what was going on.
Of course, this also had to do with the unequal information they had.
After lunch, Portia and Rephra sent the dishes to the kitchen and could finally rest.
Chen Zhao forced all the kids to take a nap.
This was Chen Zhao's strict requirement and couldn't be disobeyed.
Some kids tried to resist.
Then, Chen Zhao would give them a Banshee's Charm combo and let them sleep until the end of time.
As time went by, no kid refused to take a nap anymore.
Rephra and Portia chatted in the yard, enjoying the sunlight while enjoying the sea breeze.
Chen Zhao took some drinks, beer, and snacks and sat beside them.
"Rephra, what happened to your original job?"
"I quit."
"Won't your company cause trouble for you?"
"I completed a certain amount of work," Rephra said calmly. "No one will."
"Boss, Rephra, are you guys trying to imply something? Rephra used to be an assassin in an assassin organization. She got tired of her life and decided to give up on it. She wants to live like a normal person. Rephra also came into contact with the secrets of the assassin organization, so she's worried that the organization will send assassins to kill her. Is that right? "
"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded.
"Huh? Am I right? "
Portia jumped up, but when she saw Chen Zhao and Rephra's mocking smiles, she realized that she'd been tricked again.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang again.
Chen Zhao returned to his room to answer.
"Zhang, how did it go?"
"The Dragon King agreed, but he asked for Tugu's heart as evidence."
"Don't tell me you want it yourself, you old fox?"
"We have to have the most basic trust between us. Do you know that it hurts me to hear you say that?"
"Stop bullshitting. Did you get the manual for the Yellow Jade Divine Residence?"
"No. Do you think Qingcheng Mountain's library is a library? Even if it's a library, you need a library card."
"You said it's easy."
Chen Zhao and Zhang Tianyi called.
Every time, it was just bullshitting and trash talking.
Both sides were still enjoying it.
"By the way, Chen Zhao, why don't we work together to take care of those heaven-piercing problems? I'll contact them and you'll do the work. We'll split the benefits."
"You'll get as far away from me as you can get."
"Don't be unhappy. My connections are all worth tens of thousands of gold coins."
"I can't be bothered with you. Call me after you know how to use the Yellow Jade Divine Residence. Don't call me randomly. International calls are really expensive."
"By the way, Chen Zhao, you really don't want to come back?"
"Go back for what?"
"After all, China is the most supernatural region. There are more masters. If you come back, you'll be able to meet more spiritualists. The atmosphere here will be different."
"I like the feeling of a monkey being king when there's no tiger in the mountain. I can do whatever I want in America. Why would I go to a place full of competition?" Chen Zhao's words revealed his lack of ambition.
"Then it's good to come back and participate in some small activities. After all, whether it's the East or the West, constitutionalism emphasizes communication. Everyone takes what they need and complements each other's weaknesses."
"I realized that every time we talk, you'll ask me to come back. Are you thinking of some shady business again?"
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