How I Ruled the World by Cooking

It seemed that the unknown cardinal was indeed a very important person. Eugene waited in the reception room until it was getting late and the tea was completely cold, and when he became impatient, another maid finally rushed in to take him go to the study.

The original maid was trembling with anger, like a lioness whose territory had been invaded, and almost jumped up to give the little bitch who was trying to rob her master a water bottle.However, the moment she saw Eugene's black pupils, all the anger and impulse were instantly sucked out of her body, she gasped for breath, and the frenzied expression disappeared from her face.She lowered her head slightly, as elegant and noble as before.

"Thank you." Eugene looked at her face with great interest. When the maid was successfully seduced by him and fell in love with him deeply, and when she felt angry just now, there seemed to be a hint of sweetness emanating from her body breath.

This breath made him feel hungry and unbearable for a long time, and even vaguely recalled the sweet scent in his dream.

And just as he sucked away the maid's love and anger, this little emotion actually made him feel a little full.

This is very interesting.In the first 18 years of his life, he never even had the concept of "food" for anything, let alone "fullness".

"I'm really an incompetent country devil, hiding in a small mountain village, I don't know anything, and I think I know everything." Eugene sighed secretly, "I'm still a knowledgeable person in the city."

He temporarily dispelled the desire to continue to observe the maid. Seeing her pale face, he even politely suggested that she take a rest.The maid turned away in a daze, her mental state was obviously quite bad.

It seems that excessive bewitching or "predation" will make the opponent weak.Eugene summed it up, and by the way gave up the idea of ​​continuing to seduce the next maid.Forget one, if everyone who has come into contact with him starts to be in a trance, a fool can suspect him.

Go up the revolving stairs to the second floor, and the new leading maid gently knocks on the door of the first room.

Someone in the room responded wearily: "Come in." His accent was a little strange, not quite the same as the usual tone of Kale City.

Eugene walked in curiously.The room was warmer inside than outside, and the fire was burning brightly, and it was as hot as summer.But even so, the two people sitting in this room were still wrapped more tightly than the other.The man sitting opposite Eugene had fluffy blond hair and a short beard. He was dressed in a serious and neat formal suit with golden horse chestnut vines around the cuffs.The person on the other chair was half a head taller than Thomas Cecil just sitting there. He was wearing a dark red cloak, not the bright red of the usual cardinal archbishop. He even wore a hood. Strictly.

Standing behind him, Eugene could only see a hand resting on the back of the chair protruding from the edge of the cloak. It was slender, strong, white, and even the nails were manicured flawlessly. It can be imagined that its owner was undoubtedly a A pampered upper class figure.

However, there is an old scar on the back of this noble hand, entangled and twisted like a centipede, stretching along the wrist to a deeper level.

"You're finally here." Thomas Cecil looked a little anxious, he didn't even look at Eugene, said, "麍? i?2N delirium??"

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His voice fits perfectly with his mysterious image, elegant and deep, reminiscent of the melody of the cello on the stage, or the flowing river in the silent night.When he was speaking, the dark red cloak brushed against the back of the chair with his movements, making a heart-pounding "rustling" sound.

Then Santo Thomas raised his head and looked at the silent Eugene questioningly.

Eugene: "I, I don't understand."

There is a big gap between the dialect and the official lingua franca hundreds of kilometers away. Why are you staring at me like you are illiterate?

Thomas stared at him blankly for a moment, not sure if he was shocked by Eugene's face, or his gorgeous little dress, or the fact that he only spoke in tongues.

Then he turned to look at the mysterious man.

The mysterious man remained motionless and ignored him.

"Are you really a goblin... Forget it." Thomas felt that his headache was getting worse, "So I have to teach you the Common Language. No, you have to go to school and there is no time."

He beckons Eugene to sit next to him, and then looks stiff. "I'm not very qualified to comment on your attire, but, uh..."

"Study hard and make progress every day." The poor young master who has been the city lord of Kale City for four years is like four years in prison, and quickly faded away. "You will set off with this gentleman tomorrow. I will arrange for someone to teach you the lingua franca, don’t mind your own business and talk less, understand?”

Relying on the fact that the people who came here didn't quite understand the dialect of Kale City, he boldly babbled back and forth.And Eugene answered him in a completely thoughtless manner, while squinting at his traveling companion tomorrow.

It's a pity that the traveling companion not only wore a cloak, but even his face was tightly covered under a gray-black mask, not even a strand of hair was exposed.Noticing Eugene's gaze, he tapped the back of the chair with his slender fingers in response, then stood up, said something to Thomas, and turned away.

"That person is from the Holy City Church, you'd better have less contact with them." Thomas finally warned, "I hope you can devote yourself to serving Kale after you return from your studies, instead of wanting to be a priest or something like that." To be honest, goblins are usually brushed off in the height column, and their bottom line requires 1.7 meters."

"Hehe." Eugene expressed his sincere thanks for his advice.

The life in the City Lord's Mansion was unexpectedly simple. After he left the study, he was directly taken into his guest room.There was a private bathroom in the guest room, and even the dinner was delivered directly, which made one wonder if Thomas Cecil didn't want him to wander around the house at all.

Eugene didn't always deliberately confront others, he obediently finished his meal, took a shower, went to bed, and fell asleep in the big soft bed.

A night without dreams.

Before losing consciousness, the last image in his mind was the moment when the mysterious man stood up.

I'm so tall, Eugene thought a little annoyed, I don't seem to have reached people's shoulders yet.

This kind of person really wants to chop off his legs.

The author has something to say: You can’t grow taller if you grow taller, and Eugene will never grow taller in this lifeㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ

Shou's legs can't be cut off, the big deal is to squat and talk to make him a little dignified (￣▽￣)"