Chapter 8 - At Night

Kakashi was supporting his mother in the corner. Hearing Yuri's order, they were a little surprised, they looked at each other and resigned themselves to getting up and walking to the sink to wash their hands.

Whatever big thing happens between these slaves, even if a slave's life is lost, it is irrelevant to the master. No one will seek justice. But if it affects their master, severe punishment will be waiting for them.

Just like Yuri hated these mother and son so much at the moment, she had to endure it until the master was gone, then she could deal with them. The grudges between these servants were not worthy of disturbing the master.

Even the twelve-year-old Kakashi understands this truth deeply.

At the same time, he also understood that the period when serving Her Highness's meal was the only chance for them to breathe. When Her Highness returned to the dormitory after the meal, what awaited them was Yuri's even more insane torture.

Kakashi's hand soaked in the pool trembled slightly as if he had foreseen his next fate, but after a moment, he suddenly thought of an idea, he paused, raised the wet hand, wiped it clean, and turned to look not far away, Yuri was pouring medicine into the wound, her face was ferocious, and her fat face was covered with sweat. She was obviously in extreme pain.

Kakashi put down the towel in his hand, as if he had made up his mind, and walked straight to Yuri, squatting gently in front of her, with a humble and flattering smile on his thin face: "Mrs.Yuri"

He spoke carefully as if he didn't know what to say to please the person in front of him.

Yuri ignored his behavior. If she had coveted him before, now she only had hatred. However, she had not yet figured out Her Highness's attitude towards him, so she did not say anything bad, but said coldly: "Go and serve dinner to Her Highness."

Kakashi hurriedly held Yuri's sleeve and shook it gently a few times, as if he was afraid: "Madam, I..."

But before Kakashi could say anything, Yuri shook off his hand, pointed to the tray held by the cook with her chin, and motioned for him to deliver the food.

Seeing the situation, Kakashi could only stand up and walk towards the door in despair.

No one noticed that he was holding a half-long, curved dark red hair between his fingertips.

Her Highness Elizabeth has many rules that are different from other nobles, including the rule that there cannot be hair in food.

She hated the cooks' hair showing when they were cooking. She felt that the greasy hair of these servants would get on her food, which would make her want to vomit. Therefore, the cook should put her hair into a bun and wrap it with a scarf before entering the kitchen. This is what Kakashi's mother told Kakashi when she was wrapping her hair in the morning.

But no matter how tightly you wrap your hair, there will always be some things left out. What he is holding now is a piece of hair that belongs to Yuri which is stuck to her clothes just now.

And in the whole kitchen, only Yuri's hair was dark red curly hair...

For the first time since his birth, the scales of luck were tilted towards Kakashi.

Kakashi breathed as calmly as possible, held the tray, and walked steadily towards the luxurious hall.

Her Highness Elizabeth was sitting at the dining table and looking out the window with her chin supported by her slender arms. The warm afternoon sun outside the window was reflected in her dazzling blue eyes, which made her look much gentler, just like in an oil painting.

She exudes gentle light like a goddess.

It was completely unimaginable that she looked like a devil with a cold face in the kitchen just now.

Kakashi pinched the hair under the tray, and his heart tightened. He seemed even more nervous than when he took the hair from Yuri, but he still trembled and gently rolled the hair up with his fingers, he discreetly glanced around and put Yuri's hair on the food while the waitress was picking up another plate.

Thinking that it might be ignored, so he deliberately pulled it on the edge of the plate.

After finishing it, Kakashi held his breath and looked up, preparing to bring the plate to the maid, but he found that Her Highness at the end of the table was looking in his direction from a distance, in those blue eyes, there was an emotion carrying a sense of insight into everything.

Kakashi was startled and took a step back in a hurry, almost not holding the tray. The maid beside him quickly helped him stabilize the tray and frowned at him as if asking him if he was crazy.

Kakashi swallowed a breath and looked in the direction of Her Highness in panic, only to find that Her Highness was lowering her head and wiping her palms with a handkerchief, and seemed to find nothing. Kakashi was not sure whether Her Highness had noticed it and hesitated to hand over the plate. But he remembering his mother's blistered hands, he gritted his teeth and handed the white plate to the maid without hesitation, then put away the tray and returned to the kitchen.

The time waiting for the trial was always slow. Kakashi clenched his fists in the kitchen and counted the minutes and seconds. Finally, when he thought nothing would happen, with the crisp sound of a fork falling on the plate, all the cooks were called out, including Kakashi's mother.

Soon various noisy sounds came from outside. Kakashi grabbing his clothes at the door of the kitchen listened with his eyes closed and breath held. Soon all the noise subsided and Kakashi opened his eyes, with a smile on his beautiful and thin face. 

He won, Yuri was thrown out of the castle, and the head of the kitchen was replaced by another cook, the woman who had just served the food with him just now.

As is always the case, this castle never lacks people waiting for the opportunity to rise to power.

The new chief walked into the kitchen with a peaceful smile, gently accepted the congratulations from others, and suddenly turned to look at Kakashi, with a meaningful smile in her eyes.

She saw some slave's little moves, but so what? The master doesn't mind, she is naturally happy to see the results and is even willing to add fuel to the fire when necessary.

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When Bili came back, the castle was quiet. She heard the whole story from her subordinates and went around to the kitchen to take a look at the young man who pulled Yuri off and then walked into Elizabeth's bedroom.

Elizabeth was lying on the bed reading a book. When she saw Bili coming back, she turned over casually and continued reading.

Bili walked to the bed sat down and said softly: "I asked my brother to see the Viscount, and the reaction was just as Your Highness expected."

"Well done." Elizabeth responded softly and then said: "Pay more attention and remember to tell me if you have any news."

"Yes, Your Highness." Bili agreed and then followed Elizabeth and lay on the edge of the bed. Her eyes gently touched Her Highness's hair scattered on the bed. As for the reason, Her Highness wouldn't tell her and she wouldn't ask any questions.

Night fell with a light rain in the evening.

The dirty and dark slave camp was shrouded in darkness, and the narrow streets soon became deserted, with only muddy water flowing on the roads.

Rain and darkness enveloped this unlit area, making everything dim and unclear.

On such a rainy night, which is not good for walking, a group of men are walking on the dark muddy road. They stopped at the edge of the slave camp, identifying their destination by the dry trees on the roadside.

An ordinary dilapidated wooden house. The leading man raised his hand wiped the rain on his face, and gestured to the men behind him. The other five men quickly formed a circle and broke into the cabin as the man in front kicked down the door.

The room was small and cramped, and it suddenly seemed a lot more crowded when so many people entered it.

The leader rushed straight to the bed in the corner and grabbed the vague human figure on the bedboard in the dark. However, after groping randomly on the bed for a moment, he suddenly said: "He is not here."

But almost as soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure jumped down from the rafters and quickly strangled his throat.

"Are you looking for me?" Ares's voice was hoarse and low, with murderous intent.

"It's him, it's him by the sound of the voice." The man whose throat was choked by Ares quickly spoke out, hoping that the people in front of him would quickly subdue Ares, but as soon as he spoke, his arm was twisted back.

"Click, Click." After a few sounds, the man's arm was twisted into a twist by Ares.

The man screamed several times and raised his other arm to resist, but he got the same fate as before, soon the man lost his mobility.

His screams resounded through the dilapidated wooden house, but the men on the other side just watched and had no intention of rescuing him. Originally, he was just a man whose house was robbed by Ares and who had a personal vendetta against him, so he helped lead the way, he is not their companion.

Since he brought them to the door, it has no value after the mission is over. So the others at the door didn't even look at him. They just took out their weapons from their waists and slowly approached Ares in an encirclement manner.

Ares watched the movements of these men, pulled out a leather belt from his waist and wrapped it around his right hand, then raised his eyes and looked at them.

Ares has deep eyebrows and is very aggressive when staring at people.

But the house was too dark, so these people didn't see Ares looking at them like they were dead men.

They just thought that since they were outnumbered and armed, it would be easy to kill the other. Soon the sound of fighting came from the dilapidated small house, but the sound stopped abruptly within a few minutes.

In the broken house, Ares was stepping on the leading man. The man's arm had been twisted into several sections and he had been stabbed in the abdomen. Several of his companions had long since died, only he was still breathing.

At this moment, the man no longer looked murderous when he came, and he didn't even care about the pain in his body. He only tremblingly proposed a deal to Ares: "Don't kill me, I, I can tell you who wants to kill you. "

Hearing his words, Ares turned the knife in his hand and stabbed him again in the stomach without any hesitation. The sound of skin and flesh being torn was heard, accompanied by the man's cry of pain.

The feeling of death enveloped all the man's nerves. He was so frightened that he spit out the blood that came out of his mouth with difficulty and threatened: "You can't kill me. I'm Viscount Karl's man. He won't spare y...

Before the man could say anything, Ares stabbed him in the heart.