Zongman started from grabbing girls with Wuhe Shidao

"I am a traveler, my name is Irena, please give me your advice." Irena saluted flatly but politely.

"Just call me Ye Ling, don't bother me." Lin Mu said lightly.

"You're welcome." The man also responded flatly. After saying that, he closed the door behind him, walked to the dining table, and cast his eyes on Irena.

The line of sight began to wander, but soon, Lin Mu turned sideways to block Irena, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and his voice was even more chilling: "Thank you for the hospitality."

The man's body stiffened suddenly, and he saw himself reflected in those amethyst-like eyes, but it was not like himself, more like a corpse... He quickly looked away, his forehead bulging Breaking out in a cold sweat, he quietly sat down on his seat.

Lin Mu narrowed his eyes, and sat back together with Irena.

At the dining table, there were clearly three people sitting, but none of them spoke.

Just like that, the eerie silence lasted until Nino and the mushroom-headed boy walked out of the kitchen pushing the dining car.

"I've been waiting for a long time!" came out a cheerful voice.

"I kept you waiting..." Nino's voice was weak.

The lunch is very rich but some are too much. It is a bit impolite to eat leftovers when you are a guest.

Irena asked Lin Mu to help eat everything that Irena couldn't eat.

"It's delicious, thank you again for the hospitality." Lin Mu stroked his stuffed stomach, looked at Nino and smiled softly.

"Thanks, thank you..." Nino nodded shyly in thanks, and then said, "I'll clean up the dishes..."

Then she stood up and began to arrange the plates and glasses.

"Let me help!" The mushroom-headed boy immediately stood up and helped clean up.

When the two entered the kitchen and there were only three people left in the room, Irena couldn't help but ask, "Where did you meet Nino?"

The village head shook the red wine in his glass, took a sip, and said flatly:

"I bought it from Dongyang." He replied as if it was a matter of course: "It's a slave."

Lin Mu looked calm, as if he had guessed it long ago, while Irena looked at the village head curiously.

The village head explained: "A few years ago, my wife left the house, and there was no one to do housework for a while, and it was very distressing." He watched the red liquid swaying in the cup, and continued: "At that time, because of I found her when I went to the east for work. Although the price is high, she can do housework to some extent.

As he said that, a little smile appeared on his face: "And it's a no-brainer, so I bought it without hesitation. Just as I thought, she became a capable maid."

Lin Mu raised his eyebrows, not because of what the village chief said, but because of his smile, um—very obscene.

Of course, Irena couldn't see how he was doing. At this moment, Irena's eyes were on the village chief, and she couldn't help asking: "Does Emil know about this?"

Emile is the name of the mushroom-headed boy.

"I said it, but he doesn't seem to care about being a slave."

At this time, Nino, who quietly returned from the kitchen when the conversation was interrupted, silently picked up the porcelain pot on the table and walked towards the kitchen.

The result—"Hey, Nino, the big plate wants..."

"Ugh...!"

There was a piercing sound of "Kuanglang".

Emil, who suddenly appeared from the dark part of the kitchen, collided head-on with Nino, who was about to go back to the kitchen, and the porcelain pot fell and shattered into pieces with a "snap".

Debris of various sizes scattered on the ground.

The village chief, who was calm a second ago, was furious instantly. He smashed the table, stood up, and yelled at Nino, "What are you doing!?"

Just yelling was not enough, he strode directly to Nino and grabbed her by the collar: "You bastard, when will you learn to work without making mistakes!? Hurry up and clean me up!"

After yelling, he shook Nino vigorously, throwing Nino to the ground.

Nino lay down on the ground, holding his head in horror, and his voice was even more terrified: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Clean quickly!"

"Stop yelling, Dad! I was wrong just now, Nino..."

"Shut up!" the village chief yelled at Emil, and looked at Nino again: "Clean it up!"

At this moment, Irena, who really couldn't stand it anymore, took a deep breath and got up from her seat: "There is no need to clean it."

Irena made another move in the air, and the staff appeared, pointing at the fat body of the village chief.

The red magic light flickered.

Cold sweat dripped from the village chief's forehead.

Irena pointed at the village chief's staff and trembled slightly, she was hesitating.

As for Lin Mu, watching silently, he wants to see what choice Irena will make, no matter what she chooses, he will unconditionally support her and help her deal with the aftermath.

In the end, Irena endured it. He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, closed his eyes, and moved the staff in his hand. The front end changed from the body of the village chief to the fragments on the ground.

The brilliance flickered, the fragments rose, recovered, and fell to the dining car on the side.

"Be careful not to break it next time." Irena's attitude towards Nino was very friendly.

The village chief who really felt the threat to his life at that moment just now forced a smile: "Oh... oh, I'm so sorry-not only made you look ugly, but also helped us fix the bottle... After finishing speaking, he patted Nino on the back again: "Quick, thank you quickly."

"That, I'm sorry..." Nino bowed.

"At this time, it should be 'thank you'."

"thanks......"

"Hmm~" Irena nodded in satisfaction.

......

......

The village chief went back to the study, and Nino went into the kitchen to clean up.

Irena and Lin Mu accompanied Emil to rest in the courtyard.

"I can use that bit of magic..." Emil muttered, throwing stones into the tin can in the distance.

On the bench behind him, Lin Mu and Irena sat together, Lin Mu looked at the clouds in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

Irena took Lin Mu's hand, and said calmly, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I was nosy."