Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 207 Weakness is the biggest fault

After a while, the bushes stopped shaking, and a man emerged from the bushes with a satisfied look on his face. He didn't even pull up his pants, and tied his belt as he walked.

When the man walked away, the other maids dropped the tools in their hands, rushed to the bushes, and helped the maid up. The girl was expressionless, looking numbly at the sky like a doll.

Let the other girls help her get dressed and lead her to stand up.

The girl couldn't even stand firmly and had to be supported by others before she could move.

Vincent didn't take a close look at the girl's condition, but Vincent had heard of that man's reputation on the deserted avenue, so the girl must have suffered a lot.

This girl is not the first, nor will she be the last, to be abused; there is more than one person to abuse them, and there are no good people on the abandoned road.

The maids walked into the room in groups, looking around warily as they walked, and did not dare to move forward until they were sure that no one was around.

The section of road that could have been easily passed was lengthened several times by them.

Vincent didn't know what to say if they were stupid or not. If they had it all quickly, why would they have to suffer such torture.

They came to a room and knocked on the door. Soon after entering, there was a faint sound of crying inside.

Vincent has tested and found that the soundproofing of these rooms is quite good. Nobles pay great attention to privacy, but this makes the sound of crying come out. It seems to be the pain from the heart.

Vincent knew from a very young age that crying could not solve any problems. All he could do was grit his teeth and move on.

These principles are still too difficult for the former aristocratic ladies.

Vincent turned around and left. When he arrived at Cress's study, he walked directly in without knocking.

"Coming?" Cress said as if she knew you would come, and handed him the documents at hand, "I leave these to you, don't let me down, my dear."

Vincent flipped through the documents handed over by Cress. They were all preparations for the rear, such as mobilizing supplies, liquidating and organizing. Having a stable rear can ensure peace of mind on the front, so the person responsible for these tasks must be able to

Lace is the most trustworthy.

The only people that Cress trusted were the subordinates she brought from the Demon Clan, but her subordinates had other jobs that were more suitable for them. As for the abandoned avenue and the old nobles, Cress didn't take it into consideration at all.

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But now that Vincent is here, she can safely leave these affairs to Vincent.

"Don't worry about me," Vincent threw the file back on the table, "I don't want to do it."

"Then you want to go to the front line with me?" Cress raised her eyebrows, "That's fine, it'll be a bit harder. It's not a problem to run a few times in the city and the military camp every day."

"That's not the problem," Vincent sighed, and said in a tired tone, "Cress, I'm tired."

Even Cress couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie for a moment.

He seemed to have pinpointed Cress's weakness, knowing that Cress liked his weak and melancholy look the most, and he would always show such an expression, which made Cress' heart sway.

This time was no exception. Cress sighed first, faced her heart honestly, grabbed Vincent's collar, forced him to bend over, and then bit him.

It’s never too much to give yourself a small reward before getting down to business.

By the time the two separated slightly panting, ten minutes had passed. The hem of Vincent's shirt was pulled out by Cress, and Cress's hand touched Vincent's lower abdomen along the hem.

She was more restrained and just kept rubbing her fingers on Cress's exposed skin.

Seeing that the fire was about to break out, someone knocked on the door and interrupted them.

Cress cursed in a low voice, quickly arranged herself, and stuffed Vincent's clothes back. After doing this, she cleared her throat: "Come in."

A figure opened the door and walked in. Vincent glanced at it casually, then stopped and looked away again.

Mary comes to see Chris? Interesting.

Mary's eyes were red and swollen, she must have cried bitterly, and Vincent naturally thought of the cry he just heard.

"What are you doing here?" Although Cress tried her best to keep her tone gentle, her impatience could still be heard, "Didn't I tell you to have a good rest?"

At least Mary acted privately and was "taught" by Cress. After the incident, Cress went to see Mary. At that time, Mary was so ravaged that Cress asked her to have a good rest and left.

Now Mary, to Cress, her only and greatest value is to live.

She wanted to release a target to oppose the human royal family, and Mary was the most suitable candidate, because her father died at the hands of the royal family.

So Mary must live, but she just needs to live.

Mary's lips trembled and she burst into tears: "What did you do to Lily?"

"...Who?" This name was very unfamiliar to Cress, and she felt like she had never heard of this person.

Vincent hooked Cress's little finger to attract her attention, and then mouthed to her: "Maid."

Cress understood that she was not completely unaware of what happened to these maids in the city lord's mansion, but like Vincent, she never thought of taking care of it.

"So what's the matter with you?" Cress said impatiently, "I still have a lot of things to deal with, and I don't have time to play with you."

Cress's understatement completely angered Mary: "It's okay for you to do that to me, why would you do that to Lily and the others?"

Mary came to ask questions, but her anger was worthless in the eyes of Cress. Cress blocked Mary back with just one sentence: "Since you don't want to encounter that kind of thing again, it's better to move out."

Come on, I'm very busy and don't have time to care about such trivial matters."

A trivial matter? In Cress’ eyes, this is actually just a trivial matter?

Mary screamed: "You brought us here!"

Listen, what's the logic of this? Because she brought them here, she has to take good care of them in every aspect? Don't be kidding, apart from having some value in spreading their legs, Cress doesn't bother to care about a bunch of losers.

Life or death.

"I gave you a choice back then," Cress said without raising her eyebrows. "Go to the military camp or stay as a maid. It's your own choice."

"They are all weak women, how can they go to the military camp?" Mary said hysterically.

Weak? Cress sneered. It's not so much weakness as weakness. The demons have never tolerated this kind of weakness. Demon women must have hidden poisons, knives, and even needles under their weak skin.

, don’t weak people deserve to be violated?

(End of chapter)