In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Isabella looked at the dead head in front of her, and suddenly felt nauseated.

Marigold nodded frantically, indicating that she would be obedient.

"Butler, I will leave this little girl in your charge. You must raise her well and send her to the Zen Garden."

Roshan waved his hand casually and threw the chain holding the marigold into the butler's hand.

"As you command, Lord of the House."

The butler bowed slightly and looked at Isabella with evil intentions in his red eyes.

"Also, since it's Marigold, I have to see new world coupons every day."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat Roshan turned around and got on the sedan. Several civilian civilians acting as bearers immediately stepped forward to lift the sedan and then left.

"Understood, owner."

The butler's face suddenly became extremely dark and ferocious. He pulled hard on the chain, and Marigold, who was kneeling on the ground at a loss, was immediately pulled up.

Isabella had no choice but to quickly keep up with the housekeeper's footsteps. She had to follow the housekeeper two or three steps closely for every step he took, so that her neck would not be hurt by the chains.

The housekeeper led Marigold through the community, as if he was parading through the streets. Both sides of the street were crowded with civilians watching the fun.

However, their faces were full of disgust and indifference.

"I heard that the owner spent twelve million world points to buy a little girl like this?"

"Oh, you're right. That's 12 million world points. We can recruit several powerful spiritual warriors."

"It's really not worth spending this money on this little girl."

"And more, this little girl is a devil. She is the one who bewitched our great homeowner."

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The civilians did not blame the owner of No. 5904 War Garden for spending money lavishly, but put all the blame on young Isabella.

It was as if she was some kind of devil from hell, and it was only because she bewitched the owner of the house that he spent such a large sum of world points.

"It's not me, it's not..."

Listening to the merciless accusations and insults from the civilians around her, Marigold held back her tears and prevented them from falling to the ground.

Obviously, those 12 million world points are of no use at all.

Obviously, this is not my fault.

Just when she was about to open her mouth to defend herself, she saw the housekeeper walking in front of her turn back and stare at her coldly.

There was almost a real murderous intent in her eyes, clearly warning Isabella not to talk too much, not to say anything she shouldn't, and to keep her mouth shut obediently.

Marigold trembled all over. She was very sure that the other party had the idea of ​​killing her. She no longer dared to say a word and lowered her head in silence.

When the civilians on the roadside saw this, their accusations and insults became louder and louder.

The butler who was walking at the front raised the corners of his mouth slightly. This was the effect he wanted.

Only in this way can Marigold be completely obeyed and become the cash cow of War Garden No. 5904.

It was also the person he specially arranged to arouse the anger of this group of stupid civilians, which to a certain extent could also make the rule of the house owner more stable.

"This is too bullying!"

In the distance, several spirit-planting warriors tried their best to hold the most irritable one among them, and forcibly restrained his urge to tear the shovel apart with his hands.

"What are you thinking? Can you resist the rule of that house owner? Let's not worry about whether you can beat that shovel. You know, the house owner's family is a powerful one in New Dawn."

A spirit-planting warrior tried to dissuade him from the side, but he received a rhetorical question from the violent spirit-planting warrior:

"So, we're just supposed to fucking stay here and watch that kid being treated like this?"

The dissuaded spirit-planting warrior was slightly startled, lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Don't stop me, I also have to seek justice for that kid. Damn it, they are a bunch of untouchables. They just believe whatever the shovel says. They are a bunch of slaves."

The indignant spirit-planting warrior broke free from the obstruction of his surrounding comrades and prepared to step forward to stop this farce.

"Silence, how can you behave in such a noisy manner?"

A middle-aged blond man in military uniform and a coat appeared next to several spiritual plant warriors and roared at the noisy them.

The spirit-planting warriors suddenly became quiet and looked at the person who made the noise.

He is the most powerful spiritual plant warrior in War Garden 5904, the Corn Cannon.

The golden hair looked a little gray at the moment, but the row of shining military medals on his chest proved that he was extraordinary.

"But···"

The plant spirit warrior wanted to say something else, but was abruptly interrupted by the corn cannon: "Nothing but, now, immediately, return to your posts."

"Don't you know..."

"I know. When I get back to your posts, I don't want to say it again."

Corn Cannon looked at the angry spiritual plant warrior with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Yes!"

The spirit-planting warrior obviously saw the blond man's expression. He gritted his teeth and left unwillingly.

His comrades looked bitterly, glanced at the corn cannon, and quickly followed.

The blond man was silent for a moment, looking at the marigolds that had disappeared on the road, took off his military cap and hugged it to his chest.

This is not something they should care about, nor is it something they can control.

"Lord of the Burning Sun, I wish you good luck, poor child."

Corn Cannon turned around and left. He had many things to deal with. War Garden No. 5904 was like a leaky ship, trudging forward on the sea.

They, the spiritual warriors, must work as shipwrights and try their best to repair the sinking ship until their own blood can no longer flow.

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Isabella, who was immersed in memories, suddenly woke up. The door of the room was pushed open at some point.

A beam of light shines in from outside the small room, piercing the darkness, passing through the iron cage, and shining on Marigold's face.

Isabella opened her eyes, and what came into view were the two people who made her feel extremely disgusted.

What appeared in front of us was naturally the fat mountain of meat and the cunning and cunning shovel butler.

Decades have passed, and the owner's complexion has aged.

As for the butler, a shovel cyborg, his face is still extremely young, just as disgusting as before.

"Butler, how many years have I been raising this marigold?"

Roshan spoke slowly, his eyes looking at Marigold in the iron cage became fiery.

The housekeeper said, neither humble nor arrogant: "It's been ten years, owner of the house."

"How many world points did I get from her?"

"A conservative estimate is that there are 10 million world points."

"Very well, today is the last time. Next week, I will clean her and send her to my room."

Roshan sneered, then moved the cyst's body with difficulty and walked out of the room.

"As you command, Lord of the House."

The housekeeper also smiled coldly, took out the key, opened the iron cage, and walked to Isabella.

Without hesitation, he took out a syringe and stabbed the sharp needle directly into Marigold's neck.

Isabella's body trembled and she let out a cry of pain.

This is a specially made debilitating agent by the Federation, specially used to inflict on those high-level undead prisoners who were captured alive.

As for such medicine, Marigold needed to be injected once a month on average, which lasted for ten years.

The medicine had already made Isabella's body extremely weak. According to the housekeeper who injected the weak medicine, his house owner liked this kind of sickly girl.

Because of this, torture is the most enjoyable.

"You and your house owner will both go to hell. If I die, I will be waiting for you in hell!"

Marigold opened her golden eyes with force and cursed the shovel in front of her in a weak tone.

"Unfortunately, my landlord will only make your life worse than death, dear Miss Marigold."

The housekeeper showed a sinister smile, pulled out the needle, threw Isabella in the iron cage, and took away the world points she exchanged with her spiritual power.

Then he closed the iron cage and walked away. The weak Marigold closed her eyes and waited for her unknown fate.

The dream in the cage continued. She had been looking forward to the story in the dream, in which a hero rescued her from this hell and allowed her to stand in the warm sunshine again.

But reality is not an illusory dream. There is no so-called hero at all. The only one Marigold can rely on is herself.