In the end you're leaving without even getting a meal?
Isn’t this too much?
This is simply exploitation. Do they want it to find food on the road by itself?
“This package is important.”
Xia Yibing kept rubbing its head to comfort it.
"Good~"
"I'll buy you some meat next time I come back!... Go!"
Reluctantly, Black Owl left.
Xia Yibing watched it fly farther and farther away with satisfaction, a faint smile on her face, and closed and locked the window again.
Then she saw a stack of parchment paper on the table.
"..."
Gradually she couldn't laugh anymore.
Because that was the paper she originally wanted to use for copying.
She had totally forgotten about transcribing it, and those inappropriate sentences had already been written, and now there was no way to get them back.
……
"Ah!"
At the same time, in the manor bedroom, Hitzfeld couldn't help sneezing while sorting out his clothes.
"Do you want hot water?" Walnut opened the door and stuck his head out.
"no, thanks."
Hitzfeld politely declined, picked up a pair of black stockings and began to put them on.
"Speaking of which, I'm curious."
"…What are you curious about?"
"Ms. Hitzfeld was wearing mostly white socks when I first met her, but now she's wearing all black."
"..."
"It's almost as if it's been dyed black... Is this a kind of possession and conquest?"
"……walnut."
After holding her breath for nearly 10 seconds, the girl looked at the puppet steadily.
"I recommend that if you can't speak, you can just pretend to be dumb for a while."
Chapter 15 Walnut Recognizes the Master
Not only on the surface, Hitzfeld was also dissatisfied with this offense in his heart.
After her dissatisfaction, she began to feel that something was wrong.
In her impression, Walnut should be a cheerful and enthusiastic, yet docile puppet who never has any extra curiosity and never offends others easily.
Even though it was just a puppet, it certainly wasn't that kind of character.
What made it do this?
To make it so…offensive?
"Hummel." After putting on his socks, Hitzfeld stood up slowly and stared at the puppet. "Have you felt that you are not normal these days compared to the past?"
"Abnormal?" Walnut was stunned and shook his head quickly: "No, no... If what Walnut said just now is not right, Walnut sincerely apologizes to you, please! Miss Hitzfeld, please don't fire Walnut!"
"We are not in an employment relationship, so where does the term 'dismissal' come from?"
Withdrawing her gaze, the girl continued to tidy up the clothes on the bed.
Although now that she has a housekeeper named Walnut, she no longer needs her help with many things in the manor, which has solved her urgent needs.
But she still wanted to do the laundry, especially the underwear, by herself, and she didn't intend to let Walnut interfere with the subsequent sorting of the clothes.
"That's not the case." Unexpectedly, Walnut refuted her righteously, "Miss Hitzfeld has done a great favor to the Tree People, which is equivalent to a great favor to Walnut. Walnut is willing to serve you as the body master, and being dismissed by the body master is equivalent to-"
"Okay." Hitzfeld suddenly spoke, pinching his temple and humming: "...Did you think of these words yourself?"
"Yes."
"It's not the annual rings, or what Elder Aardman taught you?"
"No."
"Then why do you think so?" Hitzfeld simply turned around and sat on the bed, curled up one leg and half-hugged it to look at it.
The extended meaning of body owner is "the master of this body". The application scope of this word is very wide. Subjects can say that the king is their body owner, knights can say that their loyalists are their body owners, and gangsters can say that their leaders are their body owners.
Once used in this way, it basically means that the other party is the master and the dominant one, which has a strong implication of pledging allegiance.
At the same time, this is also an old word. In the ancient rules of some places, if the person who is regarded as the owner of the body is driven away - that is, "dismissed", it means that he has no value in existence and that person should end his life immediately.
Hitzfeld had read about this crude custom in some gossip files, but she had never imagined that one day she would be called "Body Master."
"Miss Hitzfeld knows Elder Aardman?" Walnut stared, a little surprised.
"You told me this name yourself. Do you remember?" Hitzfeld looked directly at it. "You said that your creator was Aardman... He used holy water to wash the evil essence as your heart and brought you back to life."
"And your past identity... If I'm not mistaken, you came from the first Golem Curse period, and you were one of the few survivors in Blackwood Town at that time."
Aardman is one of the elders of the Tree People. His status is not as high as that of Annual Rings, but he is also considered a high-ranking member of the Wheel of Fortune.
Hitzfeld had only seen a portrait of this man once, in a sketch manuscript. The man had long, curly hair and a fluffy beard, an old face, and a kind smile.
"I understand." Hu Tao rushed into the room and gently closed the door again. "The owner of the body thinks that the tree people sent Hu Tao to approach you for ulterior motives."
"Do you dare to say no?" The girl raised her eyebrows.
"Hu Tao has no right to pry into the thoughts of His Majesty the Ring of the Year and Elder Adamant, but Hu Tao believes that no one wants to harm the Master."
"You're just a puppet, Walnut." Hitzfeld kept shaking his head. "You're innocent, but the world is not as innocent as you."
"Hu Tao believes that she was sent here because His Majesty is very worried about the Master."
Walnut's next move was beyond Hitzfeld's expectations. It actually came forward, grabbed her right hand, and pressed her palm against the wooden chest.
Boom!
Boom!
She could feel something pulsating inside.
"Her Majesty knows that the body owner was traumatized in the snowfield and is now in the stage of recuperating and soothing her spirit. She knows that she concealed information from the body owner and she feels bad about it, so she wants to help, wants to help the body owner..."
"...You'd better not call me the master of the body." Hitzfeld pulled his hand back, with a strange expression on his face.
The name always reminded her of the Mafia, and she had no interest in that addiction.
"The title is just a formality." Walnut shook her head. "Aisun Hitzfeld has done a lot of favors to the tree people and Walnut. Walnut is willing to give herself to you."
Don't play tricks on me.
Hitzfeld just felt a headache.
And there was one thing that was inconvenient to say, that is - when Walnut looked happy and lively like in the past, she thought it was cute, but when it became serious like this, looking at that puppet face, she always felt a little scared.
Maybe the uncanny valley effect has been triggered.
If I must say so, living in such a spacious house with a talking puppet, an ordinary person would go crazy very quickly...
"You are hiding something from me."
Pointing at the puppet's long nose, Hitzfeld lowered his head and frowned.
Then she quickly looked up: "By the favor you mean I calmed the golem curse?"
Walnut admitted: "Thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting the soul that died tragically rest in peace."
it is as expected.
Hitzfeld understood completely.
Elder Aardman was not Kurumi's first master. Its first master was the God of Golems.
More than 40 years ago, Walnut should have been a normal human, but was cursed and turned into a wooden puppet, and may have been controlled by an evil spirit. It was the wooden people who saved it and restored some of its sanity.
It may have also recovered some of its memories from its human days, which would explain why it was so kind to her and wanted to thank her in this way.
"The Golem Curse was resolved through the joint efforts of many people. You don't have to thank me."
She tapped the puppet's nose and spoke to it.
"I know a lot of people helped, but I also know that Miss Hitzfeld was the most important of them all."
But it was no use, Walnut had her completely in his grasp.
"It's up to you to do as you like."
Hitzfeld was helpless.
Anyway, she has figured out why the other party is nice to her. As long as he has no ulterior motives, she doesn't care.
"Oh, right." She suddenly remembered that there was something more important.
Looking down at herself, she had no time to put on any skirt, and only had a pair of pantyhose covering her legs. Hitzfeld silently took some clothes to cover them, and asked Kurumi seriously, "Were you a boy or a girl before you became like this?"
"It should be a girl." Walnut was stunned. "Some memories are too old, but I remember that I wore a skirt..."
That's fine.
Hitzfeld took the clothes away again.
She wanted to wave her hand to chase the puppet away, but she looked at it and thought about the past, so she sighed, ran to the wardrobe, opened the drawer, and took out a tin box.
The box opened and was filled with spools of thread in various colors.
"What does Miss Hitzfeld want?"
Kurumi was confused as she watched the girl summon an ice needle, thread some black thread on the end, grab a pair of scissors and a skirt and start cutting and sewing.
"Don't you want to try wearing a skirt again?"
Hitzfeld rushed at it angrily.
"But unfortunately I don't have skirts of other colors, so I can only make some of them smaller. You'd better not be disgusted by me..."
Before she could finish her words, she could no longer carry out her work.
Because she was hugged - the little Pinocchio rushed over and knocked her down on the bed, hugged her arms tightly, rubbed his head against her chest and made a whimpering sound.
"The master is so gentle..."
"Like... Miss Hitzfeld..."
I know you're trying to show affection in this way, but have you ever thought about how long your nose is?
Hitzfeld was almost crying out because of the dog's nudging, so he quickly carried it away and warned it not to do such offensive things again.
"Really sorry!"
Kurumi bowed deeply to her.
"Kumi-chan doesn't know what's wrong with me, but sometimes I feel that you are full of charm, like some kind of invisible and intangible mysterious thing... it manifests on the earth."
The ice needle paused.
Hitzfeld raised his head little by little.
She thought she might know what the problem was.
Chapter 16 Mysterious Influence
From the very beginning, she called Hu Tao to start the conversation because she wanted to ask her why she suddenly became so abnormal.
He actually started to speculate whether she had been raped based on the color of her socks... If Kurumi was really a piece of wood and didn't understand the rules of human society, then his words would be understandable.
But it isn't, so that's just too offensive.
