Master Lich's Knight Steward

To be honest, the Lich felt that his current career choice might be Druid, the Son of Nature, as long as he could fool the preoccupied Goddess Gaia.

"..." The poor Potato Knight really didn't understand.

jingle bell ─ ─

The exquisite silver bell at the door of the living room rang, and the bell in the kitchen notifying the owner of the meal saved the embarrassed housekeeper.

After all, it was close to St. Ceylon and the Great Central Temple of Light. It was impossible for Tulip Manor to be full of magical mechanisms like their stronghold, Claus Manor, nor could they use skeleton soldiers casually.

So after the lich chose some ideal blood sacrifice objects who were rebellious, had too many thoughts in their minds, and had strong desires, the remaining slaves happily put on servant uniforms and became the number one under Ludwig's resurrection. Batch "soldiers".

And among this batch of panting gifts, the one who is the most favored at present is the middle-aged man with the worst appearance, oily face, short and short stature, a top chef who can cook really good dishes.

The butler, who was freed from the kitchen fire and the kitchen knife, and the Lich master, who really satisfied his curiosity about De Mayer's court food, are very satisfied, especially every time the great chef seems to have a telepathy, announcing the meal when they get stuck in the conversation .

"What to eat?"

The Lich put down the metal magic door that was so heavy that no one could believe it could be picked up by Master Lawrence's slender arms. After canceling the giant's power increase, he changed his clothes without any scruples in front of his servant who harbored evil intentions. .

"Franz-style veal with rosemary and sour bamboo shoots stewed in saffron juice. It's a pity that you lost the extra fruit ingredients, so there should be forest fruit panna cotta?"

The former holy knight Ludwig memorized menus fluently.He found that he was getting better at these things, getting closer and closer to the level of a qualified and authentic butler, and fortunately he was happy with it.

"Shouldn't you ask what you're wearing today?"

In order to give back enough information to those boring nobles, Master Lawrence had to dress gorgeously and perfectly for three dinner appearances every day.This is one of the reasons why the former knight who loves the tofu business is so considerate.Just the benefit of helping the master change clothes three times a day is enough for him to maintain his continuous enthusiasm for the post of personal butler.

"If I could choose, it would be the ones that don't have to change shirts." The Lich was clearly unhappy about being raped three times a day. He has now won the right to wear pants all day, but the two points on the chest, collarbone , lower back... These positions are still frequently harassed.

However, he would rather be harassed than learn how to wear those cumbersome and flimsy gorgeous costumes. The Lich himself cannot be regarded as a completely innocent victim.

"In fact, I have always been very strange. The master-servant contract that comes with the reincarnation technique should make you inclined to kiss my toes instead of my head..."

The lich's veiled protest was directly ignored, and the satyr butler immediately dug out a pile of clothes and quickly matched them, then began to peel off those clothes on him with satisfaction.It was not enough to sneak up on the beautifully shaped collarbone while groping around, and wanted to attack the small ears that were looming under the blond hair, but was pushed open by the lich.

"Perhaps you forgot to consider your own charm and the normal impulse of a physically sound servant when you cast the spell?" The engraving on the skull did not give Ludwig a sting warning, so he took it for granted that the master was not angry, and happily shook Hold those slender white fingers... and lick them.

Well, it hurts now.

"If I remember correctly, there are quite a few objects in this room that can satisfy your primal urge."

The Lich felt that he was quite considerate, and the few maids who stayed behind as a facade were all good-looking, definitely not like those skeletons in his hometown that only had a practical value, and most of them were very active in front of their servants... Could it be Are they too aggressive?Louis also has the so-called "cheap bone" disease described in the novel?

"But I don't feel anything about others—maybe the spell has mutated? After all, the potato is such a magical plant..." In order to protect the future welfare, the once proud holy knight took the initiative to mention the birth of the son of the potato.

Although Ludwig is not very familiar with the magic system of the soul contract, he can vaguely feel that the lich's restraint on him is not as strong as he described.It is indeed impossible for him to harm his master, but that's all there is... Rebellious spirit, obedience and infidelity, in fact, it is too easy for him to indirectly frame the lich who is a pure scholar in essence.

Of course, when regaining his life, Ludwig, who sincerely swears allegiance, would not do that, not to mention that he was gradually attracted by this eccentric master during the relationship.Maybe not that kind of pure love, but he does want to be with and protect each other all the time, occupying a precious space in the lich's magical heart.

Of course, he is smart enough not to tell the lich that his thirst for knowledge is above everything else, otherwise what greets him may not be a touching confession of love, but a test bed for soul anatomy...

nonsense!At his statement, the lich gave him a big roll of his eyes.

As the master of spells, could he not know that something went wrong with the soul contract?It's just that in the eyes of the lonely lich, this mistake is a small gift from the god of the underworld, so I don't plan to pay attention to it for the time being.

"eat first."

After confirming that the last black pearl buckle was in place, the Lich rushed to the restaurant with his head held high—just kidding, if the food gets cold if he delays, the sacrifice he made to enjoy the food will be in vain!

"Yes, my young master."

Watching him leave in a hurry, the pervert butler, who is sure that he can continue to enjoy tofu in the future, has a smug smile on his face.

After a good meal, the Lich still has to face the cruel reality of being trapped in Tulip Manor.In the end, under the expectation of a certain pair of passionate blue eyes, they sighed and devoted themselves to the gossip business at the top of the empire.

"Louis, what "fun" clue did you find to be so happy about?"

The Lich scanned through the thick stack of investigation materials at a glance, and had to admit that even though his IQ was countless times higher than that of the servant, he couldn't find any flaws due to his lack of worldly experience and historical background knowledge.

He only knew that most of the doubts in these data centered on the noble but vicious Grand Duchess, Marianne.Rockefeller.Willinghild.

"What kind of blow do you think can destroy a great noble family with constant honor and favor?" Ludwig, who found out that he helped the master torment the Duke's family, and might also take revenge by the way, did not hide his excitement at all, and said straight to the point .

"Start at the source of its honor."

This answer is very standard, standard to boring.But he did explain the fact that the Willinghild family, which holds military power, can not be deliberately suppressed and weakened after the war subsides. The existence of the Grand Duchess as the emperor's cousin is the bond that confirms loyalty.

The child she gave birth symbolized the fusion of the blood of the two families, would inherit the Grand Duke's power and army, and then marry a beautiful princess with royal blood, and so on, Willinghild's blood would eventually be replaced by the royal family... …this is the soft knife killing game that nobles have played for thousands of years.

"Is there a problem with that woman's identity?"

"The status of their whole family is questionable." The last authentic Rockefeller prince replied seriously, "But since there is a temple as the backstage, before their interests directly conflict, the silver-gray hair color dyed by the magic will not fade away."

This was what made him very uncomfortable. The resurrected, who had no desire to fight for power, tore up the small portrait of the current emperor angrily when he saw it for the first time.

Before that, the Lich also took a look at it. Objectively speaking, he is a middle-aged man with a good bearing, somewhat similar to Ludwig: short silver-gray hair and royal blue eyes, the symbol of the Rockefeller family of the gods... Unfortunately, it is a fake of.

"The real problem is the second young master who is said to be returning to his ancestors, born with silver hair and blue eyes."

Ludwig pulled out the one marked Larvin.Rockefeller.In the small portrait of Willinghild, the pale little boy can already see how handsome he has grown up, the brilliant silver hair and sky-colored eyes are quite moving.

"To be honest, I'm a little confused—although the lady, the royal family, and the temple are now trying their best to promote that the second young master who is studying in the seminary is the purest divinely favored person, and he is destined to assist the emperor in developing his career, but I have to clarify, Rockefeller The family's silver-gray hair color signifies tough steel rather than exorcism silver."

Ludwig's expression was a bit ironic, and this group of people who were fascinated by power were too eager for quick success—the Rockefeller family has been the sharpest sword since ancient times, and the connotation of the symbol bestowed by the gods on followers is beyond the imagination of ordinary people of.

The lich whistled.

"Hey, this is not the bloodline characteristic of the fallen winged people. The Temple of Light actually raises this kind of thing without telling their great Lord Linstarui?" He is not very interested in the blood genealogy of the nobles, but he can recite the encyclopedia of ancient intelligent species fluently. He answered the servant's biggest question with a casual sentence.

"Fallen Winged Man?"

"The winged people have disappeared in Demeyer thousands of years ago. The race favored by Angola Linstarui in the past... It seems that they are used to being called angels in the classics? Of course the abyss likes to call them birdmen."

The Lich shrugged indifferently. The God of Creation carved out a race of gold, white jade and sapphire. Unfortunately, the moody God gave this group of favored and proud Winged Men a warning—depriving them of their flying feathers, eternal life and brilliant golden hair.

Of course, now that many normal humans are born with blond hair in De Mayer, implying that they should not appear in the sun