Original God, looking for the heart

Mo Bei followed the skirmishers around the factory.

The feeling of having a collar forcibly put on his neck for the first time made Mo Bei uncomfortable, and he felt like his fate was being strangled by the throat. Although Mo Bei followed the skirmishers quite well, his hand kept tugging on the collar restlessly. But in this way, the uncomfortable feeling became more obvious.

The skirmishers just led the way, and he was not worried that Mo Bei would escape. There is a special mark engraved on the collar, so he can know where Mo Bei is at any time if he wants. If the other person really dares to run away, then add a chain to the collar and tie him up in the room.

It seems that Dotore is still somewhat useful, at least some of the things he makes are pleasing to the eye.

The factory's passage leads to a residential area. Mo Bei heard the waves and the soft rustle of the beach. The environment here was too bright compared to the factory, and Mo Bei's eyes were misty.

A long-haired woman, simply dressed, answered them. Looks like a servant.

"Lord Skirmisher, my subordinates welcome your arrival."

The skirmisher glanced at me casually: "Olivia, I'll leave this man behind me to you. You know how to train him into a qualified servant."

"Yes! This subordinate will definitely meet your requirements!"

The skirmishers looked at Mo Bei, who immediately understood the skirmishers' intentions and followed Olivia.

Just the moment Mo Bei Station passed by, the empty chest of the skirmisher felt an extremely strange feeling.

dissatisfied.

Even, at that moment, I forgot to imitate human breathing. If I stay like this any longer, I'm afraid I'll do something unreasonable. The skirmishers left without looking back.

Olivia was relieved when she saw the skirmishers leaving. She introduced herself to Mo Bei: "Hello, my name is Olivia, and I am the head maid here." She glanced at it, and her eyes finally stopped on the collar, "Is this...?"

Could it be that he was attracted by Master Skirmisher because of this collar?

"Um...this..." Mo Bei pulled the collar helplessly, feeling a little aggrieved, "The skirmishers put it on me."

"What!" Olivia was shocked, "The skirmisher who is not a womanizer actually...!"

The following is from Olivia’s thoughts:

In the dim room, the soldier sat on a luxurious European-style armchair, resting his head leisurely on one hand. Everything was so quiet until Mo Bei arrived.

He opened his eyes and cast an interested gaze for the first time. Mo Bei walked forward cautiously, like a lost lamb. Finally, the lost lamb knelt down devoutly at the feet of Master Skirmisher, and kissed the back of Master Skirmisher's hand docilely...

As if asking for a favor from an adult, Mo Bei exposed his soft neck. The skirmisher hooked his fingers and allowed him to approach. Lamb cautiously climbed onto his chair. The skirmisher took out the collar.

"click"

The sound of the collar snapping echoed through the room.

The completion of wearing the collar...is also the completion of the marking.

Next, it’s time for Sir Skirmisher and his private time~

"Olivia? Hello?" Mo Bei waved his hand in front of her, "Are you listening?"

"Oh, it's okay." Olivia immediately wiped away the non-existent saliva, put away those strange expressions, and told Mo Bei with a serious face, "Next, the position of personal attendant of Mr. Skirmisher will be handed over to You! What's your name?"

"Mo Bei. Were exchanged for erm, skirmishers?"

"Oh~" Olivia felt that her expression was about to lose control. The two of them have fun! A huge sense of responsibility seems to fall on her shoulders: she must promote her own CP!

Mo Bei shuddered as he felt like he was being watched.

Olivia took out a tailor's ruler: "Here, raise your hand and let me measure your size first. This way I can customize a suitable dress for you."

No matter how gentle Olivia's movements were, the feeling of being touched was still clear, and Mo Bei could only resist the discomfort by tightening his body.

The corners of Olivia's mouth felt like they were as close as the sun!

After taking the measurements, she began to order Mo Bei: "Look, your main task is to follow the adults and provide the most timely service. As for hygiene, there will be more specialized servants to complete it."

"Then may I ask, does Skirmisher have any special preferences?"

Special preference? The adults have put a collar on you, isn't it obvious enough? ! Olivia suppressed the secret joy in her heart: "Sir, Skirmisher, likes to listen to the flute. I heard that I spent a lot of money to hire someone to play. But -"

Olivia's expression became serious: "My lord has never found a suitable flute sound. This also caused those who came for money to almost lose their lives."

Mo Bei: "What kind of sound does he want?"

"Most of the flute sounds are melodious and sad. It is said that you want light and cheerful music. Alas, but the sound of the flute is like this, and we can't figure out your thoughts."

"So if you want to please the adults by playing the flute, forget it. You know, there are many benefits of following the stragglers, but if you are not careful, you will lose your life. The stragglers are said to be the fool among the executioners. The one with the weirdest personality." Olivia didn't want to take a knife.

It seems that this head maid is easy to get along with! "Is there anything else? I want to know more!"

Olivia was very pleased, she was motivated, not bad. It seems that his CP will be successful soon!

"Come on, come on, let me tell you..."

The skirmisher did not leave, he was leaning against the door at the moment. He heard clearly the conversation between Mo Bei and Olivia.

"Tch, just anyone can have such a happy conversation...it's boring."

The air seemed to be stagnant.

A soldier passed by this place and said tremblingly: "Sir... Your Excellency..." Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by the skirmisher's eyes as if he wanted to kill someone.

! The adults are angry, are they going to lose their heads?

The next moment, the man was kneeling on the ground on all fours, with his back propped up on a flat surface. The skirmisher sat comfortably on him.

Anyway, I don’t know how long Mo Bei will chat for, wouldn’t it be nice to find a stool?

……

——At night, the base of fools——

The puppets don't need to rest. Skirmishers plan to work on paperwork all night.

Mo Bei stood aside and waited, waiting for the orders that the skirmishers might give at any time. Olivia said that Skirmishers like a quiet environment, especially when working.

But standing there like a statue was boring, and the room was filled with the rustling of pens and paper. Fortunately, one or two free insect chirps squeezed out from the friction sound, which gave Mo Bei some fun.

As the night progressed, even the little bugs couldn't bear to sleep, and all the sounds became faint, and only the sound of the scraping of paper and pen could be heard.

Mo Bei couldn't help but yawn.

Without raising his head, the skirmisher pointed at the chair next to the desk with his pen: "It's really useless. Sit down, this is my gift."

Mo Bei smiled stupidly a few times, gently moved the stool and sat down. He stared at the pen in the skirmisher's hand. He couldn't understand the words from Solstice at all. As a result, everything in front of me became blurry and blurred, until finally there was only a large piece of orange (light) and a piece of purple. His breathing became evener - he fell asleep.

The skirmisher made an exception and stopped writing, getting a blanket for him to put on him. The movement was so slight that there was no need to worry about waking up Mo Bei.

"Human beings are fragile, and they need to rest at this level." Although he was a little disgusted, he still chose to look sideways at the young man's sleeping posture.

calm. If he lacked breathing, Mo Bei would be like a doll at this moment.

His hand rested on his empty chest. What does it feel like?

……never mind. The skirmisher picked up his pen and was still thinking while working on the document. When will those pure blue eyes fall into my hands?

If this personal attendant can't even accompany him to handle documents, then he might as well take one of his eyes and teach him a lesson.

……