Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

Lina, holding the tray, watched as the person in front of her suddenly burst out laughing.

Lina frowned, feeling offended.

"Hey, what are you laughing at!"

"I only laugh when it's funny... No, what kind of attitude is that? Mind your place."

Vittorio offered a brief explanation, then, remembering the difference in their social standing, quickly took action to suppress them.

But this angered Lina.

Lina was thinking, "What's the point of this kind of work? I might as well just throw this tray away!"

But she couldn't help thinking that ever since she returned to the castle with the main force last night, her head had been hurting more and more, as if it were some kind of mental illness.

Her body was also very weak, and for some reason, she always felt that she shouldn't have been like this in the past.

She noticed that there seemed to be many sandbags and wooden stakes used by soldiers for training on the training ground, so she secretly sneaked out in the middle of the night to test her abilities.

But when she punched the sandbag hard, the sandbag was unharmed, but her hand swelled up.

She looked at her swollen hand, lost in thought.

With her current abilities, if she dared to leave the castle and wander alone in the wilderness, she would probably die within a day.

Yes, her amnesia only means she has lost her memories of herself, but she still has common sense and knowledge about the world.

It was for this reason that Lina chose to endure the humiliation and decided to stay in the castle to observe the so-called maid's identity.

Although it is highly questionable, there doesn't seem to be any better option right now.

And this maid outfit was obtained from the man named Edmund by the little fly that had been hovering around her.

Edmund seemed like an old-fashioned man, and he was indifferent to me, but when it came to making girls' clothes, he seemed quite knowledgeable, and even gave the tailor suggestions, saying that he should add some lace and pockets.

It was as if he had once fantasized about making dresses for girls of that age.

He muttered to himself when he saw Lina wearing the dress.

"If Emma were alive, she would be about this age by now."

Who is Emma? I don't know.

All Lina knew was that she would be starting work after putting on her new clothes.

No one told her about the maid's job scope, nor did anyone guide her. However, a little fly that kept buzzing around her offered her some advice.

"A maid's job is to take care of the lord's daily needs. Just think about what the lord needs and give him that. He needs to eat breakfast, so just bring him breakfast."

I have to say, this little fly is really annoying. It's always buzzing around me, acting like a mentor.

However, he does have some merit in this regard.

Following the little fly's instructions, Lina went to the kitchen and introduced herself as the lord's maid, there to fetch breakfast for him.

So the female worker in charge of cooking quickly brought out a plate of breakfast.

It consisted of two eggs, a glass of freshly squeezed juice, bread, jam, and two pieces of dried meat...

That's right, she stole and ate two eggs, a glass of juice, and a piece of meat.

After she finished eating in a secluded place, she washed the cup and replaced it with clean water.

"You can eat this~" Lina looked at the food on the plate and revealed a smug smile.

Actually, the camp did provide her with breakfast; it's just her personality.

But Vittorio knew nothing of these things. All he knew was that as soon as he opened the door, a little maid stood outside, looking resentful, and brought him breakfast.

"Okay, you can put it here."

Vittorio tried his best not to laugh out loud, striving to project the air of a lord, and gestured for Lina to put the things there.

Lina was somewhat resentful, but she still dutifully served as a maid, so she placed the iron tray on the table and laid out the contents one by one.

But when I received that glass of water, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.

With a tremor of his hand, the entire glass of water spilled over, splattering all over Vittorio.

Vittorio looked at the clothes he had just changed into that morning, which were now mostly soaked.

Oh well, I have to go back and change my clothes again.

Are you dissatisfied? Are you deliberately trying to go against me?

To everyone's surprise, Lina herself looked quite aggrieved.

"My hands are swollen, I can't hold it steady."

As Lina spoke, she stretched out her right hand, the same hand she had used to hit the sandbag the night before.

Vittorio looked closely and saw that her little hand was swollen into a lump, and the back was completely red.

"What happened to you? Weren't your injuries already healed? How did you get this injury on your hand?"

Lina was too embarrassed to admit that she had hit the sandbag herself, so she stammered, "Well... I just accidentally did it."

Vittorio sighed, not even bothering to change his clothes.

I went downstairs to ask Grandma Martha for some herbs to reduce the swelling.

Back in the room, Lina sat on his bed as if no one else was there.

"Get up. Did I ask you to sit on my bed?"

Lina suddenly stood up and pursed her lips.

"You're so stingy, I wouldn't even want to sit here."

She stood up, walked to the side, pulled hard on the stool, and sat down.

"Put your hand out," Vittorio said irritably.

"What?" Lina asked warily.

"Let me put some medicine on your hand; it's swollen like a radish."

"oh."

So Lina stretched out her hand, and Vittorio carefully and gently applied the herbs he had found from Granny Martha, one by one.

Immediately, Lina felt a cool sensation on the swollen part of her hand, and even the pain was relieved.

Lina looked at the man in front of her with his head down. He had white curly hair, and you could see the whorl of hair on the top of his head even with his head down. He was carefully applying medicine to his hands.

Lina suddenly had a feeling that she couldn't quite explain.

Perhaps I've seen this scene in a dream.

Just as she was engrossed in this idea, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

"Mr. Vittorio, I heard you won a great victory on the North Shore. This is a little cake I made to congratulate you..."

The people who came in were initially excited, but they didn't expect to see Vittorio kneeling on the ground applying medicine to the girl on the stool.

Therefore, her excited tone eventually turned into a somewhat awkward long tone.

The person who arrived was Serena.

Serena held up the cake, Vittorio held up Lina's hand, and Lina sat there staring wide-eyed.

What a hellish scene!

Serena quickly lowered her head: "I'm sorry, it seems I've come at a bad time, haven't I?"

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood. Her hand is injured, I'm just treating it... No... Anyway, it's not what you think."

Vittorio didn't know what was going on either, and frantically tried to explain, but the more he tried, the worse it got.

In the end, Serena lowered her head, placed the cake on the table, and left without saying a word.

Only Lina remained seated, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

"Hey, is she your woman? Is she misunderstanding our relationship?"

Vittorio gave a cold laugh.

"Shut up."

Lina stood up, still looking nonchalant, perhaps even secretly pleased to see Vittorio get the short end of the stick.

"Alright, I have to go now. I have a lot of work to do. You know how busy maids are."

Vittorio watched Lina's twin-tailed figure disappear from sight, gritting his teeth in frustration.

Could it be that bringing this menace back was a foolish move?