The Miss of the Red Devil Mansion was a well-deserved local tycoon in Fantasy Town.
The local tycoon's mansion made Ling Meng, the witch who almost couldn't eat, gnash her teeth in hatred every time she saw it.
Fortunately, due to the Son of Heaven's actions, the renovated Boli Shrine looked much better than before. The number of people who came to pay their respects had also increased. This prevented Princess Ling Meng from being so poor that she could not rob it.
On this day.
As the sun rose, the perfect and chic sixteenth night once again began her plain but warm daily life as the head maid.
Although the Miss and the Second Miss were nocturnal creatures, sixteenth night was a human.
Using her strange ability to control time, she methodically commanded the fairy maids to do all kinds of work.
She cleaned the spotless Red Devil Mansion, tidied up the flowers and plants in the yard, and reminded a certain door not to be lazy.
After that, although she didn't know when the First Miss and Second Miss would wake up, as a competent head maid, she still had to prepare food for the two masters at any time — black tea and cake with Type B blood added, as well as luxurious dishes from the famous chef of the White Jade Restaurant, the Undead Young Master.
After everything was done, She stood on the viewing balcony on the second floor of the Red Devil Mansion, looking at the beautiful garden below in a daze.
Then, what woke her up was the delicate voice of a girl from the sky —
"Oh — the honest and upright Shooting Death Pill Wen Hua is here!!!"
Short black hair, wearing a red hexagonal hat.
The girl in a white shirt and a black skirt, holding a camera in one hand and a large stack of newspapers in the other, flew over from the sky.
"It's you, Crow Tengu."
Looking at Wen Wen, who was hovering in the sky outside the balcony, She said with a gentle smile.
"Are you here to distribute the latest newspapers?"
"Of course! The latest news is good! "
Wen Wen handed a stack of newspapers under her arm to Chang Ye.
"How is it? A copy of the latest issue of "Wen Wen." "News!"
She took the newspaper, pulled out a piece, and returned the rest to Wen Wen.
"Well, it's a waste if you don't read it. After that, you can use it as a table leg to stick to the window. It's more or less useful."
"Hey hey hey! How can this be! There's really big news this time! "
"Oh? Where did you get this' big news' from? "
"Tsk …"
Wenwen curled her lips and snorted.
"News originates from life and is higher than life! Since I've given you the newspaper, why don't you let me interview you!! "
After that, Wenwen held the newspaper with one hand and took out a mysterious notebook with the other.
"Then, Xiao Ye, have your two young ladies woken up?"
"Not yet."
"En, en! On the surface, he was sleeping, but in the dark, he was secretly plotting. The Red Mist's mutation had returned! Another big piece of news! Next question — Hey, hey, hey! Don't pull out your knife, Xiao Ye! "
In a flurry, Wenwen dodged a large number of flying objects thrown out by Zuo Ye, then fled from the Red Devil Mansion with a gust of wind.
"As always, you can't even see your moral integrity. You're just running your mouth …"
Looking at Wenwen's departing figure, Zuo Ye chuckled.
Then, the head maid looked down at the newspaper in her hand.
The headline on the front page read: "Expansion of the Netherworld — Yakumo's Shocking Conspiracy!"
After roughly glancing at the newspaper, Zuo Ye folded it and put it on the round table on the balcony.
A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard flew into the sky.
It was already late autumn.
Most of the flowers had withered, and the trees had withered.
"The wind is high, and the leaves are sparse with frost. A wild goose's cold voice carries the water. It's almost winter … "
"Zuo Ye, you have good literary talent."
Behind her, the voice of Eight-cloud Ink suddenly sounded.
Zuo Ye seemed to have expected it. She wasn't surprised at all. She just turned around indifferently and bowed to Eight-cloud Ink as a maid.
"Welcome to the Red Devil Mansion, Young Master Yakumo."
"Zuo Ye also knows poetry?"
"Before I came to the Fantasy Village, no, it should be said that before I was taken in by the young lady, I had been to many places and wandered around."
Although Zuo Ye's expression was very calm, a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed through her eyes.
Obviously, it wasn't a good experience.
"Because of that, I had lived in that ancient country for a long time. The one just now was just copying others' wisdom and making people laugh. "
"I see."
Eight-cloud Ink went straight to the round table on the viewing balcony and sat down. She glanced at the "Wenwen" on the table. She couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"That paparazzi is really well-informed."
Then, Zuo Ye, who was standing not far away, suddenly appeared in front of her and handed her a cup of black tea.
Obviously, Zuo Ye used her ability to prepare the black tea just now.
"Young Master Yakumo, please enjoy."
"Thank you."
She lowered her head and took a sip. Eight-cloud Ink immediately frowned.
"The smell of blood? Did Zuo Ye take the black tea you prepared for Remilia by mistake? "
"Ah! Sorry! I'll change it now! "
Immediately, Zuo Ye's body blurred and then became clear again.
At the same time, she handed over a new cup of black tea.
The head maid looked a little embarrassed, which was rare.
For a perfect and elegant person like her, making such a mistake was really inappropriate.
"Is Zuo Ye uneasy?"
Eight-cloud Ink chuckled and changed the cup of black tea while enjoying the cool autumn breeze.
"I'm sorry. Although I believe in Young Master Yakumo, this matter is related to the eldest miss and the second miss, so I …"
"I understand. This is also the reason why I'm here today — to visit Remilia and Fran. After all, I gave them that thing. If something goes wrong, I'll be worried. "
Eight-cloud Ink shook the teacup in his hand while sitting on the chair.
A commotion in the courtyard suddenly attracted his and Zuo Ye's attention.
"Lord Patrice! Occasionally, you have to come out and exercise your body! "
"No! No no no no no!!!! "
"But Lord Patrice, exercise can help treat anemia!"
"M * * *! I already said no! "
In the courtyard, the little Demon was pulling Patrice and running.
The pitiful Witch was pulled by her little Demon to run in the courtyard. Her body wasn't good at exercise. After a few steps, her face turned pale and she panted while holding her knees.
"Huu … huu … I can't, don't run …"
"Lord Patrice!"
Dark Night suddenly appeared beside Patrice and gently supported the purple-clothed demoness.
Eight-cloud Ink sat on the balcony and looked at the bustling Scarlet Devil Library. He said to Patrice, "Oh, Sister M * * *, it's rare to see you outside the library."
"Huh? It's you? "
After calming her breathing, Patrice looked up at Yakumo on the balcony.
"What are you doing here?"
"Young Master Yakumo is here to visit the eldest miss and the second miss."
Zhe Ye explained from the side.
A blue magic formation appeared beneath Patrice's feet and she instantly teleported to the second floor.
Even though she specialized in Seven Elements Magic and didn't specialize in Spatial Magic, as a Witch and Mage who had lived for many years, Patrice's attainments in this field surpassed many people.
Sitting opposite Eight-cloud Ink, Patrice received the black tea from Zuo Ye who suddenly appeared beside her. She widened her purple eyes and said, "The changes in the Underworld were caused by you, right?"
"Isn't it written there?"
Eight-cloud Ink pointed to the 'Wen Wen' on the table. 'News'.
"That thing —"
Patrice snorted.
"— Whoever believes it is Little 9."
"But Cheruno will cry, if Sister M * * * says so."
"She will only happily say 'Ah! This miss is indeed the strongest '. In fact, I feel that the Ice Fairy is so stupid that she doesn't even know what crying is. "
Eight-cloud Ink laughed in spite of herself.
"I can't refute it. It's hard for Teacher M * * * to not despair after being Little 9's teacher for so many years …"
The two of them chatted casually while Black Night and Little Evil Demon stood by the side all the time.
Then, when it was about noon —
From the depths of the Scarlet Devil Library, a bloody light soared into the sky.
"Ah, it seems that she has woken up …"
Eight-cloud Ink put down the black tea and stood up with a look of expectation.
"I wonder how effective it will be …"
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