Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 735 - 673: Lanci’s Cost-Performance Ratio Is Too High_4

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And precious drugs capable of influencing willpower could not possibly be wasted in large quantities.

Furthermore, the Demon Race maidservants at home even included sixth-order powerhouses, trying to control such high-ranking figures would be many times more difficult.

"Eh, Miss?"

The Kitchen Demon Maid noticed Christina’s arrival and saluted her.

But before Christina could give any instruction, the Kitchen Maid saw the gesture from Christina to be quiet.

"You go to the doorway and watch, don’t let anyone come in."

Christina walked into the kitchen and began her inspection, instructing the Kitchen Demon Maid to stand guard at the door.

She searched with some nervousness, at times searching the upper cabinets, at others squatting down to rummage through the lower drawers.

Once she found evidence, she would report the housekeeper!

However, she did not notice.

The cupboard she had hastily opened, the storage box was half hanging out, not pushed back in.

It began to wobble dangerously.

Just as Christina noticed the shadow on the floor suddenly growing larger and felt something was amiss, bracing for a chill to run down her neck.

"!"

She closed her eyes.

But the anticipated sharp pain of being struck on the head by the falling object did not happen.

When she opened her eyes again.

She saw a figure standing by her side, looking at her with concern.

"Miss, that was dangerous."

Rocky, the housekeeper, had appeared in the kitchen unnoticed and steadied the storage box that was about to fall.

"!"

Christina quickly stood up, retreated a few steps, and then hurried over to the Kitchen Maid, holding her arm.

"Housekeeper, how come you’re here?"

Christina asked the brown-haired and green-eyed housekeeper with lingering fear.

"I... felt a bit hungry, wanted to get some afternoon snacks, the Lord has already permitted it."

Rocky averted his gaze, replying somewhat sheepishly.

"Hungry?"

Lanci added calmly.

"..."

Christina was somewhat at a loss for words.

That was clearly double talk.

She knew that her brother Kyle was prone to attracting hatred and offending others was not unusual.

But Christina thought that the person who asked Rocky to ’teach her brother a lesson’ probably meant to reprimand him, not to actually tutor him.

For a moment, Christina couldn’t tell if Rocky was a good or a bad person.

The two unknowingly reached the end of the ground floor, next to a room adjacent to the utility room.

"Alright, Miss, please stop here."

Rocky, the housekeeper, stood inside the door to the housekeepers’ lounge, using a gaze towards her feet to signal to Miss Christina not to cross the threshold.

Christina naturally halted her steps.

Then, before she could say anything, Rocky smiled and closed the door.

The doorplate indicated it was his nap time.

Even if she lingered, she couldn’t hear any sound from inside the room.

Not even the sound of eating cake.

The other party had clearly added a soundproof Barrier inside the room.

"What kind of person is he..."

Christina could only turn back in frustration.

So far, the housekeeper had not shown a single slip-up.

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Throughout the next entire afternoon.

Christina sat on the couch in the drawing room on the first floor of the mansion, pretending to read.

Inside, she was full of unease, always keeping Rocky, the housekeeper’s working figure in the corner of her eye.

As the minute hand moved full circles.

She saw not a single abnormality in this housekeeper’s behavior.

On the contrary, observing him, she became more convinced of his professional work ethic.

He governed the other servants with order and method, throwing himself wholeheartedly into his work, causing the Count’s Mansion to run like a machine with perfectly meshed gears, satisfying all the needs of other Bathist family members, preparing everything they required.

It could be said that not a single motion was superfluous.

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