Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

The chef didn't know that the owner of the castle was tightly tied up in the room, and he dutifully prepared a sumptuous lunch.

There was only one plaid shirt sitting in the hall.

When he woke up, he found that not only his teammates disappeared, but also the housekeeper. He thought that everything he didn't know was dead, so he shivered and didn't dare to go anywhere.Now that he finally saw someone, he stood up excitedly.

"You, why didn't you disappear just now?"

Shen Dongqing pulled out the chair and sat down: "I went to do some small things."

Plaid shirt was dubious: "Have you found any clues?"

Shen Dongqing was biting the sliced ​​pork chop and didn't have time to answer, but her face was a little serious, and Plaid Shirt's heart tightened when she saw it.

Plaid Shirt tentatively asked: "What's wrong?"

Shen Dongqing looked up at him in a daze, and said, "As expected, mushroom juice is delicious."

Plaid shirt: ...

Zhou Wenyan said abruptly: "You'd better stay in the room, and don't come out no matter what you hear."

Seeing that he spoke seriously, Plaid Shirt didn't even bother to eat the food in front of him, so he got up and locked back in the room.You must know that you didn't hear Zhou Wenyan's reminder before, and those who went out to see the count in the middle of the night are already dead, and he doesn't want to be the next one.

After eating and drinking, the two returned to the earl's bedroom.

The count stared at the two of them resentfully.She wanted to say some curses, but when she went to eat just now, Shen Dongqing stuffed her with a handkerchief, and now she couldn't make any sound.

At this moment, Wu Jia woke up leisurely.

He was a little confused, and felt a little pain in his neck: "What happened? Why did I faint?"

Shen Dongqing, who knocked people unconscious with her hands, looked left and right.

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Wenyan couldn't help laughing.

Wu Jia: "What happened?"

"She did it." Shen Dongqing put the blame on the earl without hesitation.

count:?

People sit at home, and the pot goes up to the sky?

It's just that the earl's mouth was tightly blocked, and he couldn't speak a word.

Wu Jia had no doubts: "Then I have to tie her up tighter, so as not to make any more tricks."

As he said that, he went forward and tied it up again, making the count into a big rice dumpling from the little beauty, and then clapped his hands.

"What should we do next?" Wu Jia turned his head and asked.

Shen Dongqing raised her hand: "I ordered afternoon tea."

Wu Jia didn't hear clearly for a while, and asked again: "What?"

Shen Dongqing said, "There are milk tea and strawberry cake."

Wu Jia had a little understanding of Shen Dongqing's temperament of being out of the situation no matter what he encountered, and turned to look at Zhou Wenyan.

Unexpectedly, the boss followed suit and said with a smile, "You forgot that there are cocoa muffins."

Wu Jia turned her head stiffly and met the Earl's eyes.

Both of them understood the meaning in each other's eyes——

Did they go to the wrong set?

The servant thought that the afternoon tea was ordered by the earl, and it was ready soon, pushing the dining car and knocking on the door respectfully.

But as soon as the door was opened, the servant saw the Earl who was tied into a rice dumpling.

The picture was a little frightening, and the servant froze in place.

Earl: Mmmmmmm...

You idiot, hurry up and save me!

The servant immediately picked up the knife and fork from the dining car to save the count, but before he could take a step, he saw three men walking out from behind the screen.

A man taller and stronger than him.

The servant squeezed out a stiff smile, and slowly put down the knife and fork: "Please use it slowly."

As if nothing happened, he bent down and backed out.

Wu Jia closed the door behind him: "This unlucky game never allows people to shrink back and pass the level. If we stay like this until the seventh day, will the group be wiped out?"

Zhou Wenyan poured out a cup of hot, milk-flavored milk tea, handed it to Shen Dongqing, and said, "Don't worry."

They are in no hurry.

The count was very anxious, watching them enjoying the delicious food comfortably, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

This group of people was completely different from what the count had seen before.

Those people in the past either trembled when they came to the castle, or tried their best to kill her.

And she happened to be able to use the hands of those people to be reborn again and again and gain a new life.

Why didn't the people who came to the castle play their cards according to common sense this time?

If she is not dead by night, then...

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Seeing that it was getting dark, the count began to struggle crazily, but Wu Jia was tied so well that she couldn't even move her little finger, so she could only look at the person in front of her.

Zhou Wenyan picked up the knife on the table and weighed it.

Seeing his movements, the earl's eyes were full of longing.

Quick, kill her quickly...

hurry up……

Wu Jia came to his senses and sat up straight: "Boss, have you finally figured it out?"

Zhou Wenyan let out a "huh" and put it down again. The knife and fork touched the table and made a crisp sound.

"Just wait."

It's getting dark.

clang--

Bells rang throughout the castle.

As the bell rang, the count trembled all over.

She began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From a young woman in her early thirties to a middle-aged woman in her 60s and [-]s, and in the blink of an eye, she shrunk back to a very old man.Her skin was sagging, covered with age spots, and she even had a foul smell.

A ball of handkerchiefs rolled to the ground.

The Earl's whole body seemed to have been drained of moisture, and he was so emaciated that no rope could bind her.

It's just that at her current age, she might not even be able to stand up.

"The thing I fear the most will be the sharp knife that kills her." Zhou Wenyan sighed softly, "The Earl is most afraid of aging."

The voice fell.

The Count screamed, "Kill me—"

It's just that others are indifferent.

On this night, the earl did not die, nor did he receive a sacrifice.

The demonic tentacles hidden in the shadow were about to move, stretched out from it, grabbed the earl, dragged him into the shadow, and devoured him in one gulp.

The count disappeared.

But her shadow was still there, and there were bursts of screams.

Shen Dongqing, who was sleeping on the table, was suddenly awakened with dim eyes.

Zhou Wenyan patted him on the back lightly, and comforted him: "It's okay, I will come to you after I go back..."

[You have passed the B-level dungeon [The Earl of Carlisle's Invitation]]

[The Earl of Carlisle was devoured by a greedy demon, but the territory cannot live without a lord. A lucky lady among the surviving players will become the next Earl of Carlisle...]

The voice suddenly froze.

Wait a minute, why are all men in this game?What about women? ? ?

According to the rules of the game, the Earl of Carlisle cannot be a man, let alone a man dressed in women's clothing!

【Zizizi...】

After a burst of meaningless gibberish, the limp little girl spoke again, but a little weakly:

[B-level dungeon [The Earl of Carlisle's Invitation] is temporarily closed for maintenance]

On the bright side, this time it is only temporarily closed for maintenance, not permanently closed...

[Congratulations on completing the task, it is being settled——]

[This time the score is A, get 2000 points, no special items drop]

[Current player points remaining 1500]

Shen Dongqing rubbed her eyes and muttered, "Is this the end?"

He looked at the translucent floating window and asked, "Can I play again?"

This game is the best he has ever played.

The cook can cook so many delicious things, he doesn't even want to leave.

【…】

【……cannot! ! ! 】

Shen Dongqing regretted, "What a pity."

Just when the game was about to jump out of anger, there was a knock on the door.

Shen Dongqing walked over barefoot.

As soon as the door was opened, the morning sunlight poured in.

Shen Dongqing narrowed her eyes uncomfortably, and then saw a figure standing at the door.

Wearing a long windbreaker, Zhou Wenyan looked slender, with one hand in his pocket and the other on the door frame, leaning slightly: "Good morning, can I have breakfast with you?"

Shen Dongqing rubbed her belly and said hesitantly, "I'm full."

It's all because the chef in the game is so good at cooking.

This answer is a little confusing.

But fortunately Zhou Wenyan is used to it, he smiled: "Lunch or dinner, as long as you like, anything is fine."

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