In the garden, the sunflowers were in full bloom, and several noble girls were sitting around, chatting and laughing happily.
"I heard that Agatha invited Situ this time."
Camilla, who was wearing a pink gauze dress, was using tea, with a contemptuous tone.
"Oh, my God of Light, shouldn't she hang out with that slave now?"
The red-haired girl screamed in disbelief.
Agatha, who stepped into the garden, frowned when she heard the discussion between the two.
"Fucking! Dear Amanda, this is not a word that a lady can say."
Amanda: Didn't you say that too
Agatha: I'm not a lady.
"I would like to advise you, don't let Situ hear these words, the Magritte family is not easy to mess with."
Before Agatha could take her seat, a bright voice came from behind.
"What don't you want me to hear?"
The girl wore a white one-shoulder gauze dress, and the jewels around her neck shone brightly under the sunlight.
For Si Tu's beauty, these aristocratic girls are a little fatigued.
His eyes fell on Sasim beside the girl, his pupils shrank slightly.
Is this the little slave brought back from the arena
Every move reveals excellent self-cultivation, even this face is very handsome.
No wonder Si Tu has been treating him like a treasure.
After bypassing a few people, Si Tu sat directly opposite them with an elegant posture.
The maid had to bring her a cup of black tea at the right time, but was stopped by Sam beside her.
With white gloves under her sight, Sam put the teacup in front of her smoothly.
"Tea, please, my dear master."
That respectful and obedient gesture made all the noble ladies present look envious.
Si Tu scooped some rose sauce with a silver spoon, and lowered his head to reveal his slender neck.
After taking a sip, she hooked her index finger at him again.
Samuel bent down and listened carefully to his master's instructions.
"From now on outside, just call me miss."
Master or something, it's shameful to shout outside.
System: Heh, it turns out that the host still has face.
"Okay, my dear Miss Situ."
There was a decent smile on the corner of Sasim's mouth, and those star-like eyes made everyone present fascinated.
Lifting the hem of the skirt, Si Tu stood up, still elegant,
"Let me introduce to you, this is my deacon, Sam."
Looking around, Si Tu pretended to be distressed, and added,
"That's the little slave you were talking about just hanging out with me."
The guilty Camilla paused slightly with the hand holding the teacup, spilled the black tea, and burned her fingertips.
"Oh, my God of Light, it's just terrible."
Seeing her embarrassing movements, Si Tu's red lips curled up,
"Compared to these, I think your pink dress is worse. Maybe a darker color will suit you better."
Camilla's complexion is dark, and no matter what methods she tried, she couldn't make her skin look as fair and tender as Situ's.
However, she also likes pink.
Camilla hated others to use her skin color as a talking point, so she started to speak indiscriminately,
"Oh, the eldest daughter of Magritte, who is as noble as you, actually falls in love with a lowly slave. You are the one who should be ridiculed the most."
Regardless of the tea stains on her dress, Camilla vented her anger, not paying any attention to the cold gaze like a poisonous snake.
"Shut up!"
Seeing her banquet being ruined, Agatha also lost her temper.
"You were the one who talked about Kistu first, Camilla, pick up your training that fell on the ground."
Knowing that she was rude, Camilla flushed with shame and left the garden with an excuse.
"Well, the sunflowers are really blooming."
It is like a life in full bloom, flamboyant and bright.
Si Tu took a sip of black tea, enjoying the view of the garden in a good mood.
"Not as good as those red roses in your backyard."
It is only their family that knows the variety of red roses grown in the Magritte family estate.
The two flattered each other, leaving Amanda aside.
"Speaking of which, what are you looking for me this time?"
This post was not given for nothing, Si Tu didn't believe that Agatha would drink tea with her for no reason.
"Oh, my God of Light, you are such a clever little ghost."
Taking out the bronzing invitation letter from the silver tray, Agatha pretended to be mysterious,
"This banquet was entrusted to me by a nobleman, you must give me face."
Si Tu had always been impatient with noble banquets, and was about to decline politely, but met Agatha's watery green eyes.
"My dear Situ, you can't bear to let me take care of these things alone, can you?"
Si Tu: Straight daughter, please don't cue, thank you.
[The host promised her that the hero will appear at this banquet]
Holding her hand, Si Tu pretended to be happy,
"Oh, what an honor to be able to help the beautiful Miss Agatha."
Agatha was relieved to get her positive reply.
Back on the carriage, Situ didn't see those impolite door servants.
It must have been disposed of by Agatha.
[Agatha didn't hold any banquet before, what's going on?]
[Maybe it's the butterfly effect of the rebirth of the host, didn't the hero show his face before?]
Seeing her lost in thought, Samuel spoke in time, with a magnetic voice that dazzled Situ,
"Master, do you need me to do something?"
He was referring to those two people who spoke disrespectfully to Si Tu.
Killing, he is an expert.
Raising his foggy eyes, Situ wondered,
"You just need to follow me to the banquet."
What else does he want to do as a deacon
"I can help the master solve some troubles."
Especially those talkative people, they shouldn't live in this world.
Sasim's voice was very soft, but Ke Situ was still keenly aware of the killing intent in it.
[He didn't want to kill Amanda and the others, did he?]
[Yes]
The system answered cheerfully, the villain is finally going to find his place again!
The chill covered her whole body, Situ's fingertips trembled slightly, but she still couldn't get rid of that bloody nightmare.
"Master, it seems... a bit cold."
Taking off his white gloves, Sasim half-kneeled in front of Situ, and said in a low voice,
"Please allow my offense, dear master."
The big palm wrapped her palm, and Sasim lowered his head to breathe for her.
The look is docile and the attitude is respectful.
Ke Situ knew that in his bones, he was an out-and-out bloodthirsty demon king.
Situ wanted to withdraw his palm, but Sasim knew her intention in advance and held it tightly.
"Master, it's better to be good."
There was a harmless smile on the corner of Sam's mouth, and a pair of shining black eyes stared straight at her, dangerous and charming.
At the beginning of Situ's farewell, the desire to struggle was extinguished just like that.
To be honest, she was a little timid.
The palm was wrapped by his scorching big palm, and the heat kept coming, making Si Tu's cheeks a little red.
There is also a feeling of inexplicable shame.
(end of this chapter)