Dregs and dregs, you should be the dregs [Quick Transmigration]

Life in Mu Country was like a dream in ancient history. One morning, when he opened his eyes, he returned to the mission room.

The surrounding walls are still pure white, without doors and windows, and the black curtain directly in front is the only thing that has a sense of existence in the room.

As expected, Jiang Yuan saw two lines of words appearing on the black screen.

"The task content allows the scumbag to get the end he deserves."

"Mission failed 2 times"

The bright red number is very eye-catching. It has been done twice. As the saying goes, there are only three things. I don't know if there is that proverb in this space. Maybe the third time is his last chance.

Jiang Yuan stared at the text on the black screen with frowned eyebrows, trying to find other clues, even the slightest hint about the mission, but he still found nothing.

He walked to the wall and raised his hand to touch the wall. It was cold and hard, and couldn't be destroyed by manpower.

After looking around, Jiang Yuan returned to the black screen again. This time, he reached out his hand to touch the black screen.

The moment his finger touches it, before he has time to feel it, Jiang Yuan feels his eyes go dark, his thoughts are like falling into an abyss, and he loses consciousness instantly.

In the slave estate.

In front of the luxurious country villa, there has always been an extremely spacious yard. Although it is summer, under the green shade, it is cool and breezy.

Jiang Yuan was under the tree. He was sitting on a cool white rattan chair with a cup of fragrant black tea in his hand. On the round wooden dining table in front of him were several plates of exquisite snacks.

On the lawn not far away, there was a man standing there, motionless, as if he had been punished for making a mistake, his eyebrows were lowered, and he said nothing.

The servants who came and went saw it, and they also looked familiar. Recently, when the master is in a bad mood, he always likes to punish others. The slave named Via is the one who is vented every time.

Jiang Yuan crossed his legs and rested his chin with one hand, as if he was taking other people's pain to pass the time.

The heart is slightly stable.

In this world, as a slave owner named Julian, he owns a huge manor and a lot of land property, and he has nothing to do all day long, only having fun by torturing slaves.

The other party couldn't bear it and wanted to rebel, but it was only a matter of time.

Sure enough, after failing twice, the space will automatically adjust, and finally the difficulty has been greatly reduced. Jiang Yuan thought to himself, this is a free sub-question. After drinking tea and eating a few small snacks, Jiang Yuan lifted his Chin, and called out in a casual tone, "Come here."

The slave named Via moved his limbs and walked to the shade of the tree, silently waiting for orders.

Jiang Yuan commanded bluntly, "Make another cup of black tea, add a snack, and continue to receive the punishment after it is delivered."

"Yes, master." Perhaps it was because of too long exposure to the sun, the slave's voice was a little hoarse.

Jiang Yuan said, "Remember to try the taste, don't bring bad black tea and bad biscuits, or I will pour it directly on your head."

"I dare not." The slave named Via responded, stretched out his hand to put away the empty plates and teacups on the table, and retreated obediently.

The other party didn't know how to scold him at this time, Jiang Yuan secretly thought, if the progress of the task is calculated by 10 points, it should have broken 0% to 1 by now.

Aversion value increased

Via went to the kitchen, greeted Mrs. Bran, who was in charge of the manor's food, and then began to prepare the ingredients for baking small biscuits.

Amy, a newcomer working in the kitchen, is not the first time to see this tall, muscular slave. That face is really hard to forget. She is as handsome as a sculpture. She looked at him sympathetically. Without the young master's permission, she couldn't give the slave water to drink, so she could only ask in a low voice, "Can you hold on?" Via replied while cleaning the mold that was about to be used, "It's nothing."

Amy frowned and hesitated, "Dinner will be served later, maybe I can advise Mrs. Bran to advance the dinner time." Then the young master will come into the house, and the slaves will also need to serve the master for dinner.

Via paused the cleaning action in his hands for a moment, and he turned sideways to the girl and said, "No, the young master just finished eating a plate of small biscuits, and I'm afraid I don't have any appetite yet."

Amy sighed helplessly, she was just a small kitchen worker, and she couldn't help much in other places.

Via poured the prepared ingredients into the mold and started baking.

Amy counted the number of biscuits in surprise, "This time it's only one-third of the last plate, is it too little?" Via's expression remained unchanged, "If you eat too much, you won't be able to eat dinner gone."

Amy was a little worried, "Will the young master get angry and punish you again?"

Via suddenly laughed, softly, but the tone was very pleasant. Amy couldn't help but rubbed her ears, her little heart beating.

This must be the most attractive looking slave on the estate.

It's a pity that I'm not lucky, and I don't like the young master.

Via said, "Then fine."

Amy couldn't bear it, so under the pressure of being scolded, she told Mrs. Bran about it, hoping that if the young master gets angry later, Mrs. Bran can help to speak up.

Mrs. Bran touched her head, "It's okay, the young master won't care."

Then, she looked at Via, "You've done a good job. It's easy to lose your appetite in summer, so it's better to eat less of things other than the staple food."

Via nodded to her politely, and continued to focus on the oven's heat control.

Amy was still a little bit aggrieved, but since the slave was so tolerant, she couldn't say anything more.

Feeling the girl's sympathetic gaze, Via ignored it, but took the time to start making black tea.

Will the young master double punish him for running out of biscuits?

That didn't matter, he was already waiting to be punished.

What's more, the young master asked him to try the taste first

Via couldn't help but bend the corner of her lips, and quickly pressed it down again, as if nothing had happened.

The temperature of the water needed to be tested, and he had a drink.

After brewing, the taste needs to be tried, so he drank another cup.

After the thirst is quenched, the biscuits are also baked.

He ate a few pieces to taste the taste, and after confirming that it was ok, he put the biscuits into the delicate saucer, picked up the teacup and walked towards the yard.

Towards evening, the afterglow of the setting sun covered the clouds, blooming pieces of natural colored fabrics.

Because the last cup of black tea was too strong, the owner let him bask in the sun for a long time.

Via's hands holding the saucer and teacup remained motionless until they were placed on the small round table before he returned to the original place and continued to be punished.

Jiang Yuan continued to eat and drink, enjoying the slave's service, but punishing him cruelly.

The value of evil continues to increase

Via squinted her eyes and stood upright, thinking in her heart how hot it would be to bask in the sun in the evening.