Tilin had a full day's schedule.

She went to see a Renaissance painting exhibition in the morning, had dinner with her sisters at the Sky Garden Restaurant at noon, watched a concert by the City Symphony Orchestra in the afternoon, and had a charity fundraising reception in the evening. Even after the reception, she had to watch a midnight opera.

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Before she left, she said goodbye to her favorite youngest son, Arnold.

"Don't force yourself, honey, you've done enough."

Arnold fiddled with his hair in disgust: "I'm far worse than my brother."

"You are always the best." Tilin gently smoothed his temples for him, "Your brother has stayed with the untouchables for too long, and sooner or later he will get bad habits."

Arnold slapped her hand away and said angrily: "He didn't."

Tilin grabbed his wrist and slowly flattened his raised hair: "I heard that he and the new slave are classmates. It's really disgusting to think about it."

She said gently: "My little baby, why is your hair so messy? Is it because there are not enough servants recently? Alas, when has the Thorn Bird Manor ever lived such a hard life? There are less than twenty servants in the entire castle.

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Arnold said coldly: "Father said that the 45% reduction in funds is to purchase supplies for the Eastern Front."

Tilin frowned and sighed: "Yes, money is used to support war...but why do men always have to fight?"

"This is fighting for glory for the empire!" Arnold hated his mother's understatement, "What do you know!?"

Tilin's frown deepened.

"Watch your tone."

"Okay, let's go to the theater and listen to music, mother." Arnold shook off her hand and closed the door irritably.

Tilin asked the maids behind her: "Can't you even take care of the young master's hair?"

The maids begged for forgiveness in a frightened manner.

In fact, this is not their fault.

In the morning, the young master stayed in bed, but they couldn't wake him up.

The head maid explained that most of the servants now only work during the day, and a lot of trivial matters pile up in the early morning, which makes them too busy.

The head maid said respectfully: "Madam, I heard that the Queen sent a slave to the manor... Why don't you get up?"

"No!" Tilin immediately refused, "Don't even think of this idea, Siovel will be angry."

The head maid cleverly suggested: "Let her work in the rose garden, and then bring the garden staff into the castle."

Tilin agreed with this opinion, but was still a little worried: "If she breaks one of my roses..."

"She will become a flower immediately." The head maid said respectfully.

Soon after, Karan was awakened in the garden house.

Several maids broke in, changed her into new clothes, and took her to the rose garden.

These maids are all top-notch beauties, with the same height, body measurements, hairstyle, and clothing. Even their expressions are somewhat similar, and their steps are as dignified and precise as if they were measured. If it weren't for the differences in facial features,

Karan even suspected that they were twins.

She had long heard that the maids at Thorn Bird Castle had higher academic qualifications than university professors and were more beautiful and elegant than beauty pageant champions. After a long period of training and training, they were employed in brutal competition and were almost role models for service industry employees throughout the empire.

Many commoners and minor nobles are eager to enter the manor.

Because this is an opportunity to soar into the sky.

If you are a woman, you have more things to plot.

They didn't dare to mess with the older dukes, but weren't there two adolescent little dukes in the manor?

A pink "mistake" with any of them can lead to huge gains.

But with the eagle-like head maid watching, no one has succeeded yet.

"From today on, you are responsible for taking care of the rose garden." A maid told Karan expressionlessly, "This is the courtyard built by the Duke for his wife. The temperature, humidity, and lighting in the garden are all set by the computer.

Automatic adjustment, you don’t need to take care of it. You just need to ensure that the equipment is running well and the environment is clean and tidy. When you work during the day, every monitoring will be turned on, there are no blind spots, so don’t think about being lazy, let alone making small moves.”

monitor.

This is one of the main reasons why Karan has not thought of running away so far.

Another big reason is that she is in poor health and cannot escape from this ancient manor, which only has an artificial lake covering an area of ​​700 acres.

Karan nodded.

The maid taught her how to check the operating status of the equipment, and then arranged for her to stay in the utility room in the garden.

'At least it's as warm as summer here, and there are beds and quilts.'

Karan comforted himself silently.

She figured she could dismantle the equipment, create a short circuit, cut off the power supply, and escape.

But she soon discovered that the castle's power supply system was independent.

It also has several backup power supplies.

The maid was still chattering: "Every Saturday afternoon, the Duke and Duchess will come here to drink tea. You need to avoid it. Of course, you must also lower your sense of presence. No one in Thorn Bird Manor likes to see black-haired people messing around.

Channeling.”

She handed Karan a white headscarf and asked her to cover her hair.

Karan laughed at her ignorance in his heart.

"You can shave my head bald or dye me blond, but it won't change the fact that I was born with black hair and I'm proud of it."

The maid didn't get angry after hearing this, and she didn't even have any mood swings.

"Talk less, nigger." She said calmly, "Low-key will be the most important survival rule for the rest of your life."

Karan felt like he had been punched on a sponge.

The maids left quickly.

Karan was the only one left in the huge garden.

She threw away her headscarf and lay on the cobblestone path among the rose bushes, watching the white clouds drifting across the transparent glass dome. Not long after the sun had just risen, the sky was dim and dim, and it seemed like she was the only one left in the world.

She had no idea that a pair of blue eyes were looking at her through the surveillance camera.

After Tirin left, Siouvel returned to the master bedroom, looking for the morning-after pill without any hope.

In the bedroom, the wall-mounted LCD screen was on.

Tilyn probably didn't turn it off before she left. She checked her rose garden every morning and evening.

Xiovel was about to turn it off, but he caught a glimpse of a dark head in the corner of the screen.

He picked up the remote control, switched to the camera directly above, and found that the little slave had actually run into the garden.

She was lying on the gravel road with her eyes closed, like a tired but energetic little lamb. Her outstretched arms bent the roses, her legs were bent, and her skirt fell to her thighs without any protection.

It's all because of the quality of the surveillance footage that Siouvel could see the fingerprints on her thighs.

He took a bath for two hours and managed to forget all sorts of things that he quickly recalled.

He could remember what other parts of his body were doing when he put his hand on that spot.

Xiovel pressed the remote control impatiently and cut away the camera.

The camera changes from directly above to directly in front, and what comes into view are the bright red roses and the white thighs.

"Your Majesty, are you in the room?" the head maid's voice came from outside.

Theovir felt subtly alarmed.

He turned off the screen, quickly opened the door, and responded calmly.

"What's up?"

"The young master's new tutor has arrived. He is from the Imperial University of Technology..."

While Siouvel listened, he lowered his head and glanced at the quartz watch.
Chapter completed!