stonecrandall Chapter 267 Torture
Chapter 267 Torture
Chapter 267 Torture
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As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, Peterson's expression froze, and an awkward atmosphere immediately arose between the three of them.
Or maybe I should just leave?
Loila had a sudden urge to retreat and instinctively wanted to run away, but at that moment Peterson and the middle-aged man both smiled at the same time.
"Hahaha, did I scare you?" The middle-aged man suddenly burst into laughter and then opened his arms to hug Peterson.
As the two embraced, Peterson laughed and said, "You rascal, don't scare your cousin."
"Hahaha, I was just joking!"
"?" Loila looked at the two of them so happy, and her lips twitched—so, is this a joke?
"Cousin, let me introduce you. This is James, who is also your cousin." Peterson nodded slightly after parting ways with the middle-aged man.
"Ah—you—hello." Loila nodded awkwardly, then looked at James with a hint of fear.
It has to be said that this kind of carefree person is one of the types that Loila fears the most—the aura of that social butterfly is enough to make Loila faint just from smelling it.
"You guys go inside, it's still quite cold outside," James said, opening the wooden door. "I'll wait here for the others to come back."
"Okay, let's talk again later."
After the two exchanged a few more pleasantries, Loila nodded cautiously, which could be considered as a greeting to her new cousin.
James, with a smile on his face, watched Loila with amusement until the wooden door closed.
It must be said that although the Hamilton family manor may not look as grand as the Muller and Newmontard manor, the hall is still quite luxurious—as soon as Loila entered the hall, her boots landed on what looked like an expensive carpet.
"Ugh!" She instinctively took a few steps back.
You're not going to make me pay for it, are you?
She turned her head and saw Peterson's boots on the carpet, and he even stomped on them a few times—as if to rub the water off his shoes.
"Young Master Peterson—" As if seeing the two enter, two maids immediately came up, holding towels in their hands, and knelt down in front of them.
He was about to wipe his boots under Loila's surprised gaze.
"Huh?!" Loila quickly waved her hands, "No—no need, I'll just use my wand—"
"It's alright, cousin." Peterson stood there with a smile. "They've served the Hamilton family for generations."
"My cousin's father was also served by their mother."
What kind of logic is this? — And aren't we wizards? Using wands and stuff — Loila pursed her lips, raised her wand, and flicked it, cleaning her boots clean.
Seeing her action, the maid seemed startled and quickly knelt on the ground, saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Loila—it was my poor service—"
Loila was startled when she saw her, and she stammered, "I—I didn't mean it."
"Shirley, this is unbecoming." Peterson glared at the maid, then pushed up his glasses. "Why are you kneeling on the ground?"
As he spoke, the maid slowly stood up, her head bowed and her body trembling slightly, seemingly very frightened.
Seeing her like this, Loila was about to say something, but Peterson slowly said, "I'm sorry, cousin, this Miss Siri has just started working, perhaps she's being a little too sensitive."
"N-nothing—it's nothing—" Loila, a little unaccustomed to all this, bit her lip and could only awkwardly watch Peterson take off his clothes and hand them to another maid.
"Your clothes————"
"No need—no need—" Roy quickly waved her hand, refusing Miss Xirui's service—she felt that she could take off her clothes herself—and she was not prepared to take off her robe.
I feel safer wearing this.
"Cousin, why don't you go and rest for a bit, and also take a look at your room?" Peterson said, shrugging. "I'm going to see Father."
"Okay—okay." Loila was very grateful for Peterson's understanding. Suddenly accepting so many new things, she was already a little—a little overwhelmed.
It would be better to take a quick rest.
"Xirui, take your cousin to her room to rest—and from today onwards, you will be your cousin's personal maid."
"Yes, Master Peterson—" The girl called Shirley trembled and then nodded hurriedly.
"Peterson—this—" Loila was horrified when she heard the words "personal maid," and she quickly tried to stop Peterson to refuse.
But Peterson walked very fast; he disappeared into the hall almost as soon as he turned around.
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Loila pursed her lips, somewhat embarrassed, and looked away at the girl named Xirui.
"Please follow me, Miss Loila." She gave a slight bow, then lifted her skirt and walked ahead.
Loila followed behind her, somewhat numbly. What exactly was a personal maid? And now there were even slaves? Wait, they shouldn't be slaves, right?
They're probably just working here or something—wait, are they wizards? So? They don't seem like it—and are such young girls working as maids?
Loila watched Miss Siri's retreating figure, her mind filled with nothing but questions—
"This is your room, Miss."
Soon, Shirley led Loira to her room, which was very large, much larger than the offices at Hogwarts, and seemed to be very well lit—the sunlight streaming in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated almost the entire room.
Loila didn't understand the other furnishings and decorations—but this kind of room was definitely not suitable for making magic circle items—
"Ah—thank you—thank you very much." Loila pursed her lips and thanked her softly.
Her thanks startled Xirui for a moment. She was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Then, please allow me to help you change."
"Um?"
"No—no need, don't—don't do this!" While Loila was still in a daze, Miss Xirui had already walked behind her and wanted to help her take off her robe.
"It's not appropriate to wear a robe indoors, Miss Loila."
"No, no, no—I like this—no need—" Roy struggled to prevent her from taking off her clothes, but it seemed her struggle was a bit too strong, and Xirui quickly knelt down on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Roy—"
"It's my fault for not providing good service—"
No—please don't do this!
Loila had no choice but to cover herself with her robe and say, "You—you shouldn't do this—"
"We are maids of the Hamilton family, Miss Loila. If we do something wrong, we should be punished."
hope Rui, kneeling on the ground, said softly.
"I—" Loila hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to say, and finally could only purse her lips and say, "No—"
We don't need these anymore.
"Could you... could you please leave first?"
"I—I want to be alone—alone."
"————" hope Rui pursed her lips as if she wanted to say something, but after a long silence, she simply nodded and left.
Watching Xirui walk out of the room with her head down, Roy suddenly felt that these pure-blood wizards might have some strange fetishes. Was this really not some new form of torture?