Rain

The faint sunlight came in through the dark purple miasma and clouds, I rubbed my eyes, and stood up wrapped in a sheet.

After a sleepless night, I was out of breath, but the eagle-eyed uncle still looked refreshed.I don't even need to look in the mirror to imagine the thick dark circles under my eyes.I felt the piercing eyes, my body tensed a little, and I didn't look back.

The first thing to do is to go back to the previous room and put on dry clothes.

After about three or ten minutes, I returned to the door of Uncle Hawkeye's room with embarrassing eyes.The eagle-eyed uncle raised his head, and I tried my best to calm down, but my cheeks were a little hot, and I asked in a low voice, "Uncle... where was my room last night?"

The uncle was still sitting, not moving, and asked Desi slowly, "How did you find this place last night?"

"I don't know..." I muttered softly, looking at my toes, "At that time, there was only light here..." Maybe it was survival instinct?Last night I slowly moved along the corridor step by step, opened the doors one by one to check, went up and down the stairs, for fear of missing the only living person.At the same time, I was scared to death by all kinds of voices, and I was suspicious, so I didn't bother to remember the route.

The uncle unexpectedly evoked a smile of unknown meaning, sat where he was, looked at me, and did not stand up.Ridicule, this is definitely ridicule!Maybe my face turned red because it was getting hotter and hotter. My eyes widened and I tried to clarify: "I'm not a road idiot! It's just that the castle is too big and it was too dark last night, so I couldn't find my way! No way. Road crazy!"

The eagle-eyed uncle suddenly laughed out loud and patted the armrest of the chair with his hands.

This... This is really embarrassing... I always thought that Uncle Hawkeye had facial paralysis...

My face seemed to be burning, I gritted my teeth and turned around, deciding to continue looking for the way.I don't believe it!

About three or ten minutes later... I wrapped myself in a sheet and went back to Uncle Hawkeye's door, trying to make my skin as thick as a naval fortress: "Uncle, I'm glad I entertained you... Please take care of me I, this junior, kindly point out the direction..."

People need to be able to bend and stretch, eh.

The eagle-eyed uncle raised his eyebrows, his voice was cold, and he spoke at a normal speed: "Open the third door on the left, go along, turn right at the fork, go upstairs, turn right, turn left at the second fork, the first one on the left .”

"Uncle..." I squinted my eyes and tried to force a smile, "How did you get to the second fork after going upstairs and turning right?"

Uncle Hawkeye gestured to the right with his hand, his expression didn't change, and he didn't want to play the slightest bit of embarrassment that I was caught: "Turn right at the first fork."

I gritted my teeth secretly, this guy is thick-skinned enough, thicker than a naval fortress!

This time it was very smooth to find my room.I picked up the clothes I threw on the ground at that time, and I was speechless... The clothes were crumpled and damp because they hadn't been hung up to dry.But that's not the worst, the bad thing is that the wet clothes are covered with thick dust, and now it's muddy.

I opened the closet, my face was covered with dust, I hurriedly took a few steps back, but was still choking and coughing.I looked into the closet hopefully, but there was nothing... um... I was disappointed and slandered viciously, Uncle, you are so poor.

So I stood at the door of Uncle Hawkeye wrapped in a bed sheet for the third time, without blinking, numb: "Uncle, do you have a change of clothes?" Uncle Hawkeye was silent for a while, walked inside, and threw Give me a pair of trousers and a white shirt.

Really...

I caught it and looked at the clothes in my hand strangely.I just didn't let go of a glimmer of hope and came to ask, but I didn't expect that Uncle Hawkeye would really give it.

I went back to my room and put on dry clothes. I breathed a sigh of relief and felt better... I took the dirty clothes and went back to the door of the uncle's room. I waved the dirty clothes in my hands: "Uncle, who will wash the clothes?" ?”

You can't really live in such a huge castle alone.Looking at the uncle expectantly, I hope he will give me a surprising answer.And Hawkeye looked at me silently for a while, his dark golden pupils couldn't see through his emotions: "The laundry room is on the second floor."

I slowly turned and walked towards the laundry room, my movements were stiff: "...I see, I'll go." This is not hilarious, it's so scary!It's not that I complain about washing my own clothes, it's just that I really can't imagine the scene where the uncle rubs his own clothes.

After I finished washing my clothes with soap, I hung them on the laundry line and went back to my room.The room was full of thick dust, which was uncomfortable to watch.So I came to the door of the uncle's room again, and opened my eyes wide: "Uncle, who will do the cleaning?"

Hawkeye raised his head, continued to look at me silently, and finally opened his mouth: "The cleaning tools are also on the second floor."

I slowly turned around and walked towards my room again: "... Got it, I'll go."

After cleaning my room, I admired my work with satisfaction.Turning around to wash his hands, he was surprised to see Uncle Hawkeye standing at the door of the room, and he didn't know how long he had been there.I stood where I was, looking at him strangely.He gestured for me to follow, and I obediently followed him down the stairs.

Then I was in the kitchen looking at the frozen raw beef and various fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator and fell silent.After a while, I finally managed to speak: "Uncle, why did you give me the ingredients?"

Hawkeye looked at me silently, without wavering in his eyes.

I continued to slowly turn around and walk towards the stove: "...I see, I'll go."

The meal was ready, and the eagle-eyed uncle was already sitting in his seat without shouting.I served the dishes, poured the red wine, and sat down myself to enjoy the medium-rare steak without taste.

In your spare time, you will finally have the energy to worry about other things.Like, what happened to those idiots...

Maybe it was because the worry on my face was too obvious, Uncle Hawkeye interrupted my thoughts with a cold voice: "It's not bad." I looked up and saw Uncle Hawkeye wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully with a napkin. There was nothing on the plate.

"Thank you, uncle." I replied subconsciously.Then the eagle-eyed uncle raised his head and stared at me with those sharp dark golden pupils expressionlessly. I looked at him strangely and wondered, did I do something to offend him?

After a while, I suddenly realized that I clenched my right fist and tapped the palm of my left hand, and asked cautiously, "Can I call you Mihawk?" Uncle Hawkeye's dark golden pupils were extremely sharp, and he snorted coldly, "Whatever you want."

I think Uncle is annoyed by my constant calling him Uncle Uncle.After all, you don't want someone younger than you to just talk about age for no reason.This sullen guy doesn't seem to be the kind of person who can be ashamed and say don't call me uncle.

Calling him by his first name may seem too intimate, but Hawkeye is just a nickname, not a name.I think nicknames are disrespectful to others.And to kill me, I don't want to be called a last name that reminds me of some kind of creature wandering in the dark night.

However, the uncle is still staring at me...

I was puzzled for a while, and finally the uncle was willing to guide me out of the maze, and said in a cold voice, "One more plate."

So the life of the omnipotent maid officially opened.

I yelled that Mihawk lived in this castle for a while.

Uncle Hawkeye didn't go out to sea during this period, but quietly flipped through books in his room.And I work part-time as a cook and a universal maid, but unfortunately I don't get paid.

Every day, I quietly look at the distant sea for longer and longer, and my brows are more and more tightly frowned.

They must be very worried about leaving without saying goodbye.

Life here is quiet, too quiet.An easy life should make people feel at ease, but I am very irritable.

What to do, there is no way for Ace to notify...

As for Hawkeye, the reason why I dare to mess with him is because he doesn't care about me.Probably in his eyes, people like me are like ants, and they can catch a lot of them.I have been cautiously probing for the past few days, and I have no doubt that if I cross that line, I will be dealt with cleanly.

Maybe it was because of overthinking, and then fell ill like a mountain...

I closed my eyes and was wrapped in a quilt on the bed, humming uncomfortably, my mind was like a ball of paste.Thinking about it carefully, I obviously had a low-grade fever the next day, right?I just kept carrying it...

Hearing the sound, I opened my eyes subconsciously, and saw one, two, three uncles standing by the bed, staring at me quietly with golden pupils.So I closed my eyes sullenly, and my voice was very low and hoarse: "Uncle, I can't go to work today, I have a fever..."

After a while, I felt something cold was placed on my forehead, and I breathed a sigh of relief.I opened my eyes again, and this time I only saw an uncle, who seemed to put his hand on my forehead, staring at me.

In fact, like Ace, you are a pervert who has never been sick...

If that's the case, I want to applaud your common sense of life.

I was confused by the fever, and my voice was hoarse: "Uncle...do you have any medicine?"

Uncle Ying didn't speak...

I wrapped the quilt tightly and closed my eyes: "Then I'll sleep for a while, uncle... I'm noisy..."

But the fever subsided quickly, almost inexplicably.I sat on the bed with vigor and energy, and came to such a conclusion.

Oh, the immunity has become higher.

Probably because he realized how troublesome it is to raise me as an ordinary person, Uncle Ying sent me back the next day.

Let me tell you earlier, the line is that maids cannot get sick... I looked at Uncle Ying who was sitting on the boat and staring ahead, and smiled.

Then I'll be sick sooner.

The author has something to say:

This is probably not a special episode?

Not from Mihawk's point of view...but with love~ I think, hmm.

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I'm trying to write.There are more exams next week, um...

Post it first to satisfy everyone's greed, above.

Volume Two: The Rain of the Past