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Chapter 217 The Escaped Canary in a Cage
The Titans, who kept talking, noticed that the magic vine suddenly stopped moving. He took a deep breath quietly, opened the branches of the magic vine, and peeked out from the layers of branches and leaves.

. . . . . .

The industrious cook was sitting on a stool and beating the soft white noodles. Her head was covered with sweat from the fire, and her red cheeks were full of unstoppable worries.

"Sally, you said that the master is angry, so will we be punished?"

"How could it be?" The thin but tall maid was blowing the hair hanging from her forehead boredly, and the subtle voice reached her sensitive ears: "As long as the master's bottom line is not touched, the master will not get angry." , not to mention the innocent us.”

The flames in the fireplace were "beeping and crackling", and the high walls covered with tents were constantly twisting magic vines. The servants belonging to Cyril didn't know that the danger was around them.

"Oh, little Sally, don't lose sight of the danger at hand. Our master is moody, likes to paint pictures of that woman, and even obsessively creates everything that is in that woman, as if he were a captured puppet."

The cook muttered softly, her muscular arms trembling slightly under the beating: "I'm going to suspect who is the owner of the castle."

"Ah, yes." The maid replied casually, she lay down on the table, her blue eyes kept rolling, like a little mouse preparing to steal cheese.

strangeness.

Just heard the voice clearly.

"Little Sally." The perfunctory cook stopped her work, sat heavily on the wooden stool, and patted the table with dissatisfied white palms: "Did you listen to me?"

The maid shuddered.

"Listen, meddlesome lady, my ears are beating with you." The maid covered her ears, and she muttered with her mouth curled up: "Maybe, this time, the master's anger is about to spread." It's our two."

"What are you talking about?" asked the cook who couldn't hear clearly.

The maid rolled her eyes: "It's okay, no matter how many 'women' there are in the castle, this castle is still the master's castle. There are so many soldiers outside, and they will always catch the thief who makes the master angry."

The thief who was entangled on the wall twitched the corners of his mouth, he breathed lightly, and changed the strength of his muscles as the magic vine crawled slowly. It was too difficult, and Howard accidentally rubbed against the branches and leaves of the magic vine.

"hiss."

"clatter."

The maid stared at the blood dripping on her hands, and while the cook was chattering about her work, she stretched out her long snake apricot and rolled the cold blood into her mouth.

The power of coexistence of evil and light exploded in the mouth of the alien race.

The familiar smell made her raise her head abruptly, and she found the direction of the intruders covered by the curtains accurately. The shadows that should not appear on the yellowed curtains.

The boy who almost met the maid's eyes tightly held his forehead.

The magic vine was still moving slowly.

"Little Sally, what are you looking at?" The cook looked towards the direction the maid was staring at, and covered her mouth with her fleshy palm: "Is it a little mouse like you?"

The maid thought for a while, and spread it out on the table again, her golden curly hair was grabbed by her hands: "Madam as fat as a pig, I'm not a little mouse, just do your job well."

(End of this chapter)