Chapter 25【VIP】

When Opesa came to the shop to open the door, laughing and carrying a pile of materials, she was instantly stunned by the majestic formation.

Even without ever meeting the lord, Opesa knew who the visitor was just by looking at the carriage. It was extravagant and ornate, with a banner embroidered with the territory's insignia fluttering overhead, a display reserved for lords. Surrounding it were neatly dressed, serious-looking guards. The door to the inn was wide open; the lord had already entered.

Sinderel was meeting the lord alone? She felt something was wrong and immediately quickened her pace and ran into the store.

Everyone knew that the lord of this territory was a wicked and corrupt scum who raped women and was greedy and corrupt. Xindrell also had a bad temper. If there was a conflict between them, she would have no good time here.

No, that's not an easy thing.

She will be beheaded and die.

Panting, she leaned against the doorframe. After putting down her bag, she saluted the lord who was swaggering around her shop. "Your Excellency, welcome to our shop."

Fortunately, the matter did not get out of hand. Sinderel just stood by the counter with a sour face, holding a book in his hand, looking coldly at the lord in front of him.

The lord glanced at Opesa and asked, "Why are you covering your face?"

"My Lord, I was disfigured by the fire, and I have been wearing a veil to avoid frightening guests."

"Oh, what a poor woman..."

The lord's eyes scanned the merchandise, casually picking up the clothes on the mannequin with his fat fingers, and finally fell on the props placed in the window for promotion.

"I heard you created some magical new gadget?" the lord asked in a high voice. "It can instantly make people lose their sense of self, obey orders, and even torture them."

Opesha wondered, she had never used such an exaggerated gimmick to promote her new products, where did this strange title come from?

Puzzled, she looked at Sinderel, who was standing silently beside her.

Sinderel noticed her gaze and turned to meet hers. Although he said nothing, his cold gaze was enough to answer her doubts. He didn't use such exaggerated methods to promote his claim.

What else could it be? Someone must be playing tricks in the dark.

Opesa's heart tightened, and she replied calmly, "My Lord, I did make some insignificant gadgets, but they were definitely not that exaggerated..."

"You mean, you're cheating your customers?" the lord interrupted her rudely, his small eyes narrowed, almost sinking into his fat.

"Not really!" Opesa quickly smiled apologetically, "It's just that I think the Lord's collection is vast, and the rare and unique items are countless. My junk can't even compare to one thousandth of those collections."

Hearing such sincere and flattering flattery, the lord pinched his mustache with satisfaction: "Well, where are those magical props?"

“Actually, it’s just those inconspicuous little things in the window.”

The lord glanced at it casually. "That's all? They look like torture tools."

"Yes, it's nothing unusual."

Seeing the lord's interest turning from high to low, Opesa's heart finally settled down.

However, the lord's lips curled up in a strange smile. "I'm in need of some tools for dealing with criminals. Use these new tools to tame that guy over there and show me how." He pointed at Sinderel standing nearby, his eyes filled with provocation and expectation. "This woman is indeed beautiful, but she's also incredibly rude. She didn't even greet me when I entered. This is the price she deserves."

What?

Opesa's pupils suddenly constricted, and she said helplessly: "Well, my Lord, I am stupid, you..."

"Your daughter?" the lord interrupted her rudely, but this time his smile was enigmatic and cunning. "Your daughter was very rude. She refused my hand-kiss and even refused to apologize. I had wanted to take her in as a concubine, but she offended me."

The air was filled with the incense concocted by Sinderel and an invisible oppression. The lord waved his hand and ordered his men to leave, while he lazily sank into the only velvet armchair in the store, his fat fingers tapping the armrest carelessly.

Those small eyes, filled with morbid interest, were like the tongues of a venomous snake, fixed firmly on Sinderel, who stood in the center. "As a mother, you should teach your daughter how to please others and how to be a qualified lady."

Opesha's heart was pounding beneath her thick dress.

She should have thought that the lord would be attracted by Xindrel's beauty, and Xindrel, as a contact, would definitely feel disgusted and reject her.

Sinderel's face looked as stinky as a can of herring.

What now?

reject?

Impossible, the person in front of me is the lord, these two words

Just treat Sindriel like a prisoner?

Even worse, in such a public place, with Xindrell's temper, he would definitely kill the lord and then

have

Oh, we must fulfill the lord's request, but we can't let Sinderel get out of control.

She has to act, both sides.

Opesa caught a glimpse of the new hat that Dusula had left on the counter yesterday, and suddenly had a new idea.

"My Lord," she said, slowly pacing to the front of the hat, shielding her hand from the feathers it was secretly reaching for. "Perhaps you would like to see some of our new items that haven't been released yet?"

The lord raised his eyes: "Oh?"

Opesa pulled her hand out, pinched the feather, and smiled. "Yes, this is a new product that hasn't been exhibited yet. It's called 'Obedience'."

This is all we can do for now.

She used the feathers she had plucked and woven temporarily to complete a scene that was considered "taming the beast" in the eyes of the lord.

Her gaze swept over Sinderel - he stood straight, his jaw clenched, his usually clear eyes now as still as a deep pool, no emotion visible, but Opesa knew that beneath the pool was a turbulent undercurrent, a hidden endurance of the humiliation before him, and even more so, a confusion about her behavior.

"Sinderel," Opesha's voice sounded, deliberately raised, with the arrogance she hated and imitated, trying to hide the subtle tremor at the end of the tone. "The Lord appreciates your 'obedience'. Now obey me and bow your body."

Sindriel's body stiffened imperceptibly for a moment, a movement so subtle that only Opesa, who lived with him day and night, could catch it.

She saw his fingers curl at his sides, their knuckles turning white. But he didn't hesitate, slowly touching one knee to the ground, the movement smooth and heavy. He didn't look at the lord, his gaze fixed on the floor at Opessa's feet, holding back his words.

"Please don't try to be clever with me, dear Miss Shopkeeper." The lord raised his hand and supported his chin. "This soft object doesn't seem to have any meaning of punishment."

"No, my lord," Opesa forced herself to meet the lord's scrutinizing gaze. Her mind raced as an idea formed. "True surrender comes from the collapse of the spirit, from the feeling of powerlessness when one's faith is violated. Especially for someone who claims to be pious."

She looked at the red book in Sinderel's hand, and her slightly hoarse voice carried an unmistakable tone: "Recite the Psalms, word for word, sincerely and with emotion."

The lord raised an eyebrow at this command, clearly a little surprised, but then revealed a more interested smile: "Oh? Mind whipping? Interesting."

Sinderel raised his head, and his eyes finally met Opesha's.

The tacit understanding made it clear to him that he understood her intention.

He thinks quickly and makes decisions quickly.

"The Lord is my shepherd," Sindrel's deep, clear voice echoed through the room with a strange, almost holy calm. "I shall not want..."

He chose to be tolerant.

Opesha moved.

She was not as cruel as the lord expected. Instead, she walked slowly to Sindriel, pinched the feather with her pink fingertips, and then, under the lord's interested gaze, the tip of the feather gently and slowly fell on Sindriel's cheek.

The place that was touched suddenly became sensitive, and Sinderel couldn't help feeling a tingling sensation, and even his tail vertebrae felt like they were being bitten by ants.

The feather slowly brushed across the side of his face, scratched his earlobe, and then moved to the back of his neck. The itch caused the base of his ear to quickly turn a thin layer of red, and even his voice, which was as calm as water, became a little out of tune.

It was like a gentle touch.

The fine down of the feathers brushed across his high nose bridge, slid across his tightly pursed, firmly defined lips, and finally rested on his slightly trembling eyelashes.

Sinderel's voice did not pause for a moment: "...He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters..." But his body was still shaking uncontrollably because of the feathers.

An indescribable shudder.

The gentle caress of the feather, in public and in the context of reciting hymns, brought about an extremely strange sense of shame.

Stripping away their dignity, the piety of believers is exposed to scrutiny in an extremely gentle way, turning it into an absurd drama for people's entertainment.

This is a more cruel method than any criminal law.

I couldn't hear anything except the subtle sound of feathers rubbing against each other, and the pounding heartbeat that only I could hear.

When it was over, Sinderel still felt that all the bones in his body were scratched and rotten.

Opesa took the lord's large bag of gold coins and respectfully sent him off. Then she ran up to him, excitedly saying, "Look! I made so much money with just a tattered feather! The nobles are so easy to fool!"

Xindrel glanced at her and said calmly, "So, in order to get back, you can use anything?"

After saying that, he left the store without looking back.

He can be exploited.

But this time, he only felt a sense of unwillingness.

It seemed that he had never been regarded as a complete man by Opesa.