I was imprisoned by witches

Chapter 6 Washing Your Feet
The two came to the second floor of the mansion. Linn sat at the dining table. Martha smiled and tied the white napkin for him, took out the cutlery and other tableware from the cabinet and put them away.

She put on a brisk white short skirt, revealing her smooth calves.

He is 30 years old, but has fairer and more delicate skin than milk, which is enough to make young girls jealous.

Maybe it was because of this that the knight master was so fascinated that he never noticed anything unusual. Linn couldn't help but think.

Looking at Mrs. Martha's defenseless figure in the kitchen, a cold look flashed across Linn's eyes.

Quietly, like a leopard attacking its prey, without making any footsteps, he came behind Martha.

"Hum hum hum~"

The potatoes turn into neat slices under the sharp kitchen knife.

Mrs. Martha's face turned red when she thought about the scene when Linn praised her for eating the delicious food she cooked. She must work hard to be a useful person to Linn!

At this moment, Linn's hand pressed on her shoulder.

Martha's expression froze.

Kitchen, wine, violence. The familiar scenes made her body tremble slightly with fear, "Farewell"

She didn't know what she was thinking, but there was a cry in her voice.

Lin En was slightly surprised. He did intend to give her a small punishment, but why did Martha react so much?
"I won't do anything to you," he said.

Mrs. Martha's red lips pursed nervously, "Really, you won't hit me?"

"Yeah. I don't like violence." Lynn glanced at the kitchen knife that Martha was holding. She held it in her arms like a baby, and it would be bad if she waved it around like crazy.

Lynn took the kitchen knife away from Martha, stroked her long, silky blond hair, smiled and said, "Make a honey grilled steak, I like that."

Martha blinked in surprise: "You and the master like the same dish, so happy!"

"Well, do it quickly, don't keep me waiting." Linn smiled and returned to the dining table to wait.

At this time, his face turned gloomy.

Martha gave him the feeling that he could knead it at will, but there were steel needles hidden in the cotton.

He couldn't tell whether he was overthinking it.

But when Martha cried, goosebumps appeared on his skin involuntarily.

I always feel that Mrs. Martha is not as well-behaved as she seems.

I looked at the clock on the wall. According to the plot, the angry master would ring the bell in a while to punish Martha who was not around.

Lin En wants to give her a little sweetness and let her understand who is the best.That’s why Martha, who had no time to cook and was punished by the knight, was asked to cook a honey grilled steak.

Not long after, there was a rush of bells on the third floor.

"Lynn, I, what should I do!"

Martha looked at him and then upstairs, anxious and about to cry again.

She only has one, but her master has two!

"Go ahead! But when you come back, you will cook a bigger and more delicious steak for me!" Lynn snorted coldly.

"Thank you!"

Masha stroked the big bear and breathed a sigh of relief.She picked up the food and hurried to the third floor.

10 minutes later, came back.

"Goddess bless me, I'm not angry." She said happily.

"Then it's my turn, I'm still hungry." Lin's palm slapped the table hard, and the knife and fork on it collided, making a cold sound.

"I know, I know." Martha said weakly and walked into the kitchen.

In the middle of the night, Lynn had delicious grilled steak.

Martha waits by.

Help him wipe the oil stains on his face, cut a steak, and rub his sore shoulders.

After eating, pour water immediately.

This kind of meticulous consideration made Linn very comfortable.

Simply the highest-grade servant.

He has a good figure and good looks, and he can also serve others. Except for his abnormal brain, he is excellent in other aspects.

"You did well today." Lynn rubbed Martha's head in satisfaction.

Martha bent over and smiled foolishly, like an extremely comfortable white cat.

After filling her stomach, Linn asked her to prepare bath water.

After staying in the basement for so long, his whole body was rotten, and his wounds needed cleaning and applying medicine.

"Master, the bath water is ready."

Martha stood at the door of the bathroom coolly, greeting Linn.

Her toes were painted with bright red nail polish, her feet were small and exquisite, and her long legs were straight and elastic.

I don't know if it was covered with sweat or the mist in the bathroom, but it was like a layer of transparent frost.

Lin En's heart jumped involuntarily.

Enter the bathroom and wash away the stains on your body.

He also tried to issue a few orders.

It seemed that he had crossed a line and was rejected by Martha.

Don't all commands take effect?

Linn pondered.

It's very common among Western nobles and maids.

Why shouldn't Martha agree?

He couldn't help but think, under the control of the devil's pupil, was the other party a loyal subordinate who was willing to die, or was he an ordinary master like the servant called his employer?

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(End of this chapter)