Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Return to the attic.

When carrying the small wooden basin huffing and puffing up the stairs, little girl Mia lowered her head, only to feel a shadow suddenly fall on her head, silent and inexplicable cold.

The little girl looked up.

Seeing the person coming, she curled her eyes and smiled, "Dear Mr. Drahera, are you back?"

Mr. De La Hera, who was standing on a higher step, looked down at him with an unusually cold look on his face.

The pale and elegant face in the dim corridor was obviously dressed in a gentlemanly and polite manner, but at this time it was carrying invisible oppression, making people breathless.

From top to bottom, he said nothing.

The emotionless sight is like an invisible arrow, which makes people feel uncomfortable and makes them want to escape.

Little girl Mia was stunned, a little scared when he saw her.

"What...what happened?" She was so frightened that she stuttered.

Of course, the gentlemanly Mr. Drahera would not scare her.

He smiled slowly, and the curve of his lips seemed to have been trained thousands of times, and it was exactly the same.

"Nothing, my little master."

He spoke gently and politely, and naturally took the wooden basin from her hand, "It's just that when Drahela came back, she found that the master was not there, so she was a little worried."

"Next time, I hope the master will not run around and wait for Drahela to come back. I will bring everything back to you."

"." Only then did the kind-hearted Mia react, but she didn't tell him in advance.

She then said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Drahera, I will pay attention next time."

Drahera smiled calmly, her attitude still gentle: "There will be no next time, my master."

Next time, it won't be so easy to let go.

He turned slightly to let Mia go first.

Mia held up the hem of her skirt and while walking, she suddenly thought of something and said:

"It's like this, Mr. De La Hera, every day at this time I go to do the laundry, and then go to the boiler room to get breakfast, so if you can't find me in the attic at this time, you can go to the bathroom to find me."

"Or, you don't need to look for me. I will come back when I finish washing the clothes, so you can just wait in the attic."

Mr. De La Hera, who followed her upstairs, glanced at the dirty hem of her skirt.

Behind Mia, where she couldn't see him, Mr. Drahera stared at her with dark eyes.

"Master, please leave these things to Drahla from now on. Your noble hands should not do such low-level things."

Mia waved her hands casually and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm just washing two pieces of clothes. I'm not tired."

How could you not be tired?

The poor little girl had to run up and down every day. She was not tall enough, so she had to move a small bench to dry her clothes.

And Sophie, the maid who was supposed to be serving her, had wandered off to be lazy somewhere long ago and disappeared all day long.

And if the little girl living under someone else's roof wants to eat, she has to wait until the boiler room has divided the food, and the worst portion can be given to her.

Generally speaking, she would wash her clothes first, then hang them up before running to get her share of food.

Because there are not many children in the Devon Castle, the boiler room does not cook much food every day.

Every time the little girl goes, she basically has to wait for a while before she can get the last bit of food.