Mr. Jacques simply said what happened, "Except for the brave young man, the rest of the people are back... That young man is really brave. If it weren't for him, I would have died miserably in the cavalry."

Under the sword. If he can come back safely, you must thank him, you know!"

The girl was a little distracted at this time.

Not back yet?

It shouldn't be... I've obviously already gone home first, and even changed my clothes before entering the village. Why hasn't that person come back yet?

Or, you have returned to the village, but you haven't come back yet... but have met up with your companions first?

"Where are those foreigners now?" the girl suddenly asked.

Mr. Jacques casually pointed to a certain house in front of him, and when he was about to speak, a voice called him came from the meeting room... It sounded quite excited.

"Wait for me here, then don't go!" Mr. Jacques said hurriedly and returned to the house.

At this time, the girl quietly stuck out her tongue, lifted up the long skirt that affected her movement, turned around and left.

…

…

Clary, the maid of [Rose Mansion], is using a feather duster to drive away mosquitoes for Mr. Ludick and his male assistant... This is the only thing she can do.

At this moment, Clary looked with awe at Miss Youye who was sitting on the table writing something.

She had already written on many sheets of white paper, which were neatly stacked aside... They were all formulas and names that Clary couldn't understand at all.

What about the fluctuating purity of faith, what about the benchmark point of the soul...and a lot of other messy things.

Ha...hmm.

The maid even yawned and fell asleep.

At this moment, the door outside the room was suddenly pushed open by something.

The maid Clary was so frightened that she lost all her tiredness. She even stood up and held the feather duster in front of her to protect her. Then she realized that she had held it backwards, so she turned around again and continued to protect her in front of her.

.

But when she saw a beautiful girl of fourteen or fifteen years old with long blond hair and a dress standing at the door, Clary's tense heart relaxed a little and she subconsciously asked: "Who are you?"

"Jeanna!" The girl in front of the door said her name directly, and then frowned: "You are the only ones here?"

"The room is only so big. Miss, will your vision be hindered at night?"

The one who responded was surprisingly the maid.

At this moment, the maid lady was still writing a lot of things that Clary couldn't understand... without looking up.

The girl in front of the door couldn't help but frowned again. She looked at the woman who was concentrating on writing something, and she couldn't help but subconsciously thought: She is a strong enemy!

…

...I always feel like the atmosphere is a little strange?

The maid of [Rose Mansion] quietly huddled in the corner... Only then did she remember that she still had her feather duster raised, so she quickly put it down and showed an embarrassed but not rude smile.

But neither the girl who called herself Jeanne in front of the door nor the maid who was writing something actually looked at her.

How embarrassing!

Boss Asaches, come back quickly!

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Chapter completed!