After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

"Your acting is really good. It looks like you really have a crush on Lord Cyril." 11 praised his host generously.

Yang Guang said nothing, warned himself in his heart, then stepped into the kitchen of the castle and asked the cook where the young master's breakfast was.

After picking up the breakfast, Yang Guang immediately went back to Cyril's room, thinking about 11 as he walked.

"I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm still hungry. After that, I have to deliver breakfast to others. Didn't you say that your game treats employees very well?"

When 11 heard this, he immediately wanted to coax his host.

"Host, you can exchange items with me. Food, drinks, and daily necessities can all be exchanged with copper coins. As long as weapons don't break your character, you can also apply for them. Host, do you want to have breakfast? I'll find it for you right away..."

Yang Guang heard the lamb in his mind bleating anxiously again, so he stopped teasing it and told 11 that he just wanted to tease it and asked 11 to stop looking for it. 11 then felt relieved and stopped making any noise.

But Yang Guang really didn't want to eat these dry breads. The servants' breakfast every morning was actually quite rich, with milk and bread, but as a Chinese, Yang Guang preferred Chinese breakfast.

Thinking this, I arrived at the door of Cyril's room.

Yang Guang took a deep breath, bravely faced Cyril's gaze, walked into the room, and leaned on 11 to send him a tutorial. He put down breakfast on the small round table near the balcony and opened the lid of the plate.

On the plate were two golden, crispy triangles of toast, with a scrambled egg in the middle and a circle of baked corn, shrimp, bacon, and mushrooms surrounding it. When the lid of another plate was opened, there was a waffle with cream and blueberries hanging on it.

Yang Guang picked up the exquisite teapot and poured Cyril a cup of black tea. He didn't know if there was a backdoor in the system or for some other reason, but he did a great job and there was nothing wrong with him.

After pouring the tea, Yang Guang stood aside and placed his hands in front of his stomach. It turned out that only the servants ate dry bread, while the boss ate a luxurious breakfast with good color, aroma and taste... While thinking so, he secretly glanced at Cyril, admiring the scene of the handsome guy drinking tea from a teacup with a gold rim and a butterfly pattern painted on the cup.

"Carol, did you have breakfast?"

Cyril looked at Yang Guang and asked with a smile, his collarbone clearly visible under his slightly open nightgown.

"I have already had breakfast, sir. Thank you for your concern."

Yang Guang was suddenly called out and quickly responded.

"I can't finish my breakfast, Carol, could you please help me with it?"

Cyril said gently, and pushed the plate of waffles towards Yang Guang. When he smiled, his eyes were slightly curved, which, combined with his blue eyes, could easily make people relax their vigilance.

Yang Guang was slightly surprised, thinking that this was not a good idea, he had never heard of such treatment for a personal servant. But the dessert did have some appeal to him who was hungry.

"Host, you can eat it. Anyway, the players haven't arrived yet, so it's not a formal job. As an NPC with a small role, just treat it as cosplay. We have a high degree of freedom, and you may even get a promotion!"

Before Yang Guang could think more, 11 started to grumble, but it was exactly as it said, he would not be punished anyway, at most he would have his salary deducted, which was better than starving.

So Yang Guang slowly sat down opposite Cyril under his gentle gaze, picked up the fork and poked at the waffles on the plate.

Cyril didn't know whether he was amused by Yang Guang's slow movements, which were as slow as a koala's, or by the cuteness of Yang Guang looking up at himself every once in a while. He reached out and picked up the teapot, opened a new teacup with a butterfly pattern, and poured a cup of black tea for Yang Guang.

Yang Guang was completely relieved and began to taste this hard-earned dessert, but compared to his boldness when he ate egg-filled pancakes on the roadside, he was a little shy when he ate now. When Cyril saw that he was willing to eat, he also started to eat.

The morning passed like this as the two of them ate slowly, with Yang Guang occasionally stealing glances at each other.

After breakfast, Yang Guang helped Cyril take out his clothes and left the room to wait. After a while, Cyril, who had changed his clothes, took Yang Guang out of the master bedroom and went to the study.

"Butler Yoton, I want to take Carol to the forest for horseback riding this afternoon. Can you help me prepare?"

After finishing his clothes, Cyril gave instructions to the housekeeper. Yang Guang felt very strange. It had been raining outside since morning. Although it was not as scary as the rain in the morning, it did not stop. How could this young master ride a horse in the afternoon? He rode in the rain.

"Sir, it's raining heavily outside now."

Yang Guang couldn't help but remind Cyril in a gentle voice, actually because he didn't want to accompany this young master to get wet in the rain.

Cyril glanced at Yang Guang after hearing this, paused for a few seconds, as if he saw through his inner thoughts, and changed his words:

"Then Butler Yoton, please prepare first. If it keeps raining, I won't go to the forest. Carol doesn't have to worry."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the study.

Yang Guang noticed the change in Cyril's eyes and wanted to slap himself twice in regret. Why did he talk so much? It was just a rain, just a little rain, and the workers could handle it easily.

But it was too late to regret, so Yang Guang had no choice but to follow Cyril with his head down and a somewhat ferocious expression.

The next part of my work was relatively easy. I just had to stay in the study and refill Cyril's tea.

While watching Cyril sorting various documents and writing replies to so-and-so, Yang Guang thought that being a personal maid was pretty good. At least she didn't have to do dirty and tiring work like mopping the floor and washing dishes.

"Carol, are you getting a little bored waiting? I hope you can hold on a little longer. After I finish my work, I will take you for a walk in the forest."

Cyril once again smiled and looked at Yang Guang with his blue eyes. Yang Guang, who was in a daze, was frightened by Cyril's voice and quickly responded:

"No, no, it's a pleasure to watch you work. How could I be bored?"

Without paying attention, Yang Guang blurted out what was in his heart. By the time Yang Guang realized what was going on, Cyril's face had turned as red as cherry blossoms in March.

"Help me, what did I say? How could I even say such a thing? Cyril, why are you blushing? Don't tell me you are shy."

Yang Guang was beating wildly in his heart, but there was no fear on his face. He was so calm as if the teasing words were not spoken by him.

Cyril opened his hand that was not holding the pen and slowly covered the lower half of his face. And Yang Guang spent the whole morning thinking about putting a zipper on his mouth.

The rain outside stopped while Cyril was writing the letter. Although it was not a clear sky, it was at least daytime.