Chapter 3: This Weak Master Really Has Nothing But Escape on Her Mind

After getting her phone, Charles clearly became much more composed.

Even her walking had a spring to it.

Shia found it somewhat amusing.

The change in emotions was way too obvious.

She might as well have the words “I’m going to send out intelligence” written on her face.

You have to understand, online everywhere they say Luo Charles is cold and ruthless, kills gods if gods block her way, kills Buddhas if Buddhas block her way, tyrannical and overbearing.

If anyone dares to deny even one thing she says, congratulations, you get a silver bullet blessed with holy water for a direct head massage as a reward.

But looking at her now, rumors really can’t be trusted at all.

Master Charles is obviously just a fragrant, soft, sweet loli who can’t hide her bad intentions.

So cute~

Shia glanced at Charles humming a tune unconsciously from the corner of her eye, her tail tip swaying gently left and right.

Master Charles’s voice was also naturally gifted—even completely tone-deaf, it could still make people feel relaxed.

However, just then, Charles stopped humming and asked casually:

“By the way Shia, where’s the bathroom in this maids’ rest area?”

“At the end of the corridor if you go straight right up ahead.”

Shia replied flatly, “However, before going in, Master Charles will need to hand over your phone.”

“Huh?”

“According to relevant investigations, bringing a phone in will affect the duration. For the sake of your health, I’ll keep the phone temporarily.”

“Oh…” The corner of Charles’s mouth twitched. She knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

Shia glanced at Charles: “Are you not going?”

“I was just asking casually.” Charles said offhandedly, then walked straight ahead.

Really just asking casually?

Impossible.

Shia kept her pace matched with Charles’s—not ahead, not side by side, and not too far behind either.

Based on experience and personality judgment, Shia was one hundred percent certain that her Master Charles was about to start tormenting people again.

Just like the past two days when she made various excuses to investigate the castle.

Although she’d intercepted attempt after attempt, Charles just wouldn’t give up, persistently and steadily exploring the castle’s layout, the maids’ patrol routes, escape exits, hiding spots, and so on.

This castle, due to hundreds of years of continuous renovations, had become very suitable for vampire living.

Few windows, few doors, many mechanisms, many barriers, many secret rooms, and it combined three styles—ancient, medieval, and modern.

Even for Charles, it would take quite a bit of time to explore.

Precisely because of this, she was constantly trying to find excuses to act alone.

Sure enough.

After entering the parlor and seeing Sophie wasn’t there, Charles seemed to have found another opportunity, the corners of her mouth rising uncontrollably like an AK.

She pretended to complain: “The Blood Princess is so slow, I’ll go call her over!”

While saying this she was waving her hands, looking very helpless. With a twist of her foot, she made a graceful turn, trying to slip through the gap of the parlor door that hadn’t closed yet.

Shia unhurriedly flicked her finger, and a nearly transparent steel wire shot out from her fingertip, penetrating the door lock and holding the door firmly shut.

Shia said flatly: “This is the maids’ responsibility, how could we trouble you to make another trip.”

Charles stood facing the door in contemplation, then silently turned back to look at her and smiled.

The meaning of that smile was self-evident—

You’re going to oppose me again, aren’t you!

As the Blood Princess’s former personal maid and the head maid of the entire castle, Shia was naturally on the Blood Princess’s side no matter what.

But Charles wasn’t afraid at all. After all, the most cunning and shameless Blood Princess wasn’t here, and Shia alone really wasn’t enough!

Crossing her arms over her chest, Charles sneered: “I can’t eat raw flesh and blood. Shia, why don’t you go to the kitchen and make something I can eat?”

In this castle, apart from Shia, the maids were all werewolves and vampires who had never eaten human food. The dishes they made were either freshly squeezed blood juice or bloody chunks of meat.

That’s why Charles’s sudden appearance was such a rare case—even after becoming a vampire, she could still normally consume human food.

Therefore, Shia had been doing the cooking for the past two days.

And Charles’s statement was meant to send Shia away so she could complete sending her message.

However, Shia had obviously anticipated this situation, and spoke with full confidence:

“Please rest assured, the maids have already received two days of special training. They will definitely make a breakfast that satisfies you!”

“Oh?”

Hearing this, Charles looked toward the maids standing in the corner like they were facing a wall.

She saw that group of beautiful young maids trembling all over, hugging each other with tearful eyes, seeming extremely afraid of Charles.

There was no helping it—Charles was deeply loved by humans, but suffered greatly from negative online reviews.

She was practically comparable to the big bad wolf that every human child knows about, or the bad guys who abduct children.

However, seeing that each of them had deep dark circles under their eyes and the smell of mixed spices on their bodies, it was clear they had worked very hard to learn human recipes.

At this point, no matter what excuse Charles tried to find, she had to at least sit down and take a bite first. So she could only wait for the maids to push their carts and serve the first dish—

Toast, cheese, and ham.

A classic Yunliu tree breakfast. The appearance was normal, but the taste remained to be seen.

“Please, please enjoy, Master Charles.” The pink-haired maid holding the plate cover said timidly and carefully.

“Then I’m eating!!” Charles said through almost gritted teeth, her voice low and growling.

“O-Okay!!!”

The pink-haired maid’s teeth were chattering, afraid that Charles would eat her if she got upset.

“Please don’t frighten the maids.” Shia was somewhat speechless.

Charles spread the warm cheese on the toast, then placed the ham on top. At this point, the maid tremblingly squeezed sauce on top.

Splat!

It looked like blood splattered everywhere…

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The maid apologized hurriedly.

Charles pursed her lips but still took a bite.

Hmm?

The toast crust was crispy, the inside soft, plus the fragrance of the cheese, the savory freshness of the ham, the sweet and sour sauce—one bite had so many layers of taste.

Delicious!

“Master Charles, how do you think it ta-tastes?” The pink-haired maid asked timidly.

While chewing, Charles lightly tapped her forehead with her right hand, making the maids’ hearts flutter nervously.

Still not good enough?

After dozens of hours of continuous studying, was it still completely useless?

Damn! If it’s this delicious how am I supposed to find fault!

Charles swallowed the last bite and showed a faint smile: “Very good. You have talent. It’s even better than Shia’s cooking.”

Shia: “!!!”

The maids: “!!!”

The pink-haired maid was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed: “Thank you! Thank you for Master’s praise!”

“Mm, lunch is also entrusted to you. Next one.”

After the pink-haired maid left happily pushing the empty plate, a maid with pale blue pupils took a light breath and brought up a dish.

“Master, this is Katogo. It’s made from green bananas mixed with beef strips or vegetable sauce.”

With the previous maid’s foundation, Charles seized the feeling and began commenting like a food critic:

“Not bad. The presentation is better than Shia’s, and it’s very distinctive.”

Shia: “???”

“Now it’s my turn, Master. This is soup dumplings, praised as one of the top ten delicacies in the human regions! Please be careful, it’s hot.”

“Hot hot hot! Whew~~ Wow! There’s even shrimp inside. The wrapper is thin yet elastic. Mm, it’s so much better than Shia’s I don’t even know where to begin!”

Shia: “…”

Hearing Charles give ten sentences of praise at once, complimenting the other maids until they were floating on air, Shia’s mentality gradually underwent a change.

She had taught all these maids herself and knew very well what level they were at—they were still far from good!

Master Charles was praising them so much just to upset her and make her leave.

But…

If today she was trying to upset her, then why hadn’t she praised her own cooking as delicious the day before yesterday and yesterday?

Looking at Charles whose smile didn’t seem fake, Shia fell into contemplation.

In the end, her Dao heart was unsteady.

However, compared to Shia’s disappointment, Charles was truly getting a headache.

Originally she wanted to find fault like picking bones from an egg, taking the opportunity to go to the kitchen, but the maids’ efforts made it so she couldn’t find any major problems. Just eating like this wasn’t a solution either.

Watching the last maid push the cart over, Charles took a light breath, fully prepared to make something up.

“Ma-Master Charles, um… please enjoy your meal.”

This maid had numerous bandages stuck on her face and tremblingly opened the lid.

Under the scalding hot steam was a pot of green viscous substance emitting acidic smoke, some kind of unknown mush that seemed to still be wriggling…

Looking more carefully, there were blood-stained apples inside and charred pork legs that hadn’t been properly cleaned of fur.

Holy crap, dark cuisine!

The corner of Charles’s mouth twitched slightly. She looked at the timid maid, then at this dish that seemed alive, not knowing how to start eating.

Forget giving this to people—even if werewolves ate it they’d probably be poisoned to death, right?

Looks like she didn’t need to make up an excuse. This was an opportunity delivered right to her door!

“Shirley, why would you bring something like this up?” Shia looked at this dish and spoke coldly for once.

Hearing this, Shirley’s whole body trembled, her eyes full of self-blame.

“I’m sorry, I’ll remake it right away!”

She immediately picked up the plate, but her fingers were covered in cuts and she pulled back in pain.

Charles seized the opportunity and slapped the table as she stood up.

Startling her into a shiver.

Was… was she going to be killed?

Just like in those little movies, would she be swallowed whole by an evil and terrifying hunter?

That kind of thing, no way!!

Just as her legs were shaking and tears were swirling in her eyes, Charles spoke gently: “Where’s the kitchen?”

“Don’t eat me… eh?”

Shirley was stunned at first.

Then she realized—Master Charles was going to cook herself!?

“Master Charles, if someone of your status enters a kitchen full of cooking smoke, the Master will be angry.” Shirley said carefully.

“If she dares to get angry, I’ll argue with her for you! Let’s go, I’ll teach you how to cook!”

With that said, Charles was already impatiently walking out of the parlor, afraid Shia would intercept her again like before.

However, Shia didn’t do so. After all, she had taught the maids to cook, and if they didn’t cook well, she would lose face, so naturally there was no reason to follow.

Moreover, she still had to make breakfast for Sophie.

“This weak master really has nothing but escape on her mind.”

Shia sighed softly.

Then without thinking more about it, she took blood bags from the refrigerator, poured them into a cup, then placed it in the heating stove and began heating it.

…

After leaving the parlor, Charles immediately made an excuse about going to the bathroom and left the group at light speed.

Not knowing when pursuers might come, she had to race against time.

Arriving at the bathroom, she quickly checked the surroundings. Seeing no surveillance or eavesdropping devices, she pulled out her phone and frantically swiped the screen, handwriting something.

“*#%,),+!…”

(Tenorvaid, Blood Princess, unknown castle, special rescue! Luo.)

Send!

At the same time.

In the castle, in a secret room.

Sophie, who was working, raised her head.

The pitch-black screen suddenly lit up. The desktop showed an ultra-clear image of Charles sleeping quietly and calmly.

Then a red box popped up in the lower right corner, displaying a bunch of strange symbols.

Incomprehensible…

But she knew this was the Demon Hunter Association’s cipher. Besides computer code, there were countless layers of barriers and witch’s blessings—nearly impossible to decode.

Looking at the signal source, it came from the phone given to Charles.

Her cheeks puffed up, extremely—no, infinitely—dissatisfied.

“The first thing you do after getting your phone isn’t to send me a message, but to the Demon Hunter Association. Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson!”