The maid walked out to the tearful Aur with a smile on her face.
There was no disgusted look in her eyes, just amusement. This person was definitely interesting in her eyes, and with his burly body…
Her cheeks grew red.
"It's a pity that he was born in an ordinary background."
The maid thought.
Aur had also stopped eating the cold, hard brown bread after gobbling down at least more than fifty loaves.
The others' jaws dropped and their eyes widened, feeling a little scared and astonished.
You have to know that these were cold, hard loaves of bread, almost as strong as a rock itself, which even the slaves ate by heating at least. And now this guy was eating them like they were the most delicious delicacy.
"Hey, you."
"Yes?" Aur looked at her excitedly.
"Come with me, my miss is calling you."
"Can I get food if I can come?" Aur questioned instead, with a little disappointment on his face.
