Chapter 80 A pair of deep gold eyes, hidden deep within the glacier…
When I woke up the next day, half of the maids in the corridor were gone. I learned from the whispers of the other maids that they had gone to serve the masters of other palaces.
Other owners of the palaces? I find it strange, how many owners are there here?
After grabbing the remaining bread from the kitchen, I sat in a chair, chewing on it, and thought, "This place has fallen, can I leave now?"
Before I had even finished my bread, I hurried downstairs. But before I reached the palace gates, I heard some maids crying in panic. When I rushed over, I saw that the palace gates had been forced open by a large group of guards in silver armor, even more than yesterday.
The maids screamed repeatedly.
They charged at me, brandishing their swords and shouting battle cries. I screamed in terror, slipped, and tumbled down the wooden ladder. Before I could even get up, a pungent, bloody spray gushed at me. With a thud, two fallen maids landed right on top of me. I was in so much pain I couldn't even groan.
The fierce shouts of battle rang in my ears again. Silver-armored guards trampled over us and stormed into the palace. I was trampled so badly that I fainted...
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When I woke up, I had the illusion that I had returned to the zombie palace.
Corpses were everywhere, blood flowed freely, and the air reeked of a nauseating stench of blood.
I was still pinned down by the two maids who had been hacked to death, and my whole body was still in great pain.
Having narrowly escaped death, I struggled to climb out and slowly stood up, holding onto the wooden ladder handrail. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I suddenly met a pair of eyes.
Those were a pair of eyes in a wheelchair on the second floor.
A pair of eyes amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
A pair of deep golden eyes, as deep as the depths of a glacier.
I froze, terrified, beside the wooden ladder.
This is the first time I've seen him.
—The man hidden behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains.
Just like the old princess, his head was tilted to the side, and his whole body was slumped in a wheelchair—a complete other Hawking.
His skin was as white as the old princess's, so white it shone, and he also had long, golden, curly hair that fell all over his shoulders.
But he didn't give me the feeling of an old witch; instead, he gave me the feeling of a handsome man taking a photo at an angle.
His eyes were extremely sinister, his temperament extremely cold, and he exuded a chilling aura. I felt as if I were being stared at by a ferocious wolf that had emerged from an ice cave.
I froze, terrified.
It wasn't until the two black wolves that had been crouching behind his wheelchair suddenly stood up and quickly blocked him that I came to my senses.
In horror, ignoring the pain in his body, he took two steps back, slipping several times on the slick blood on the ground.
If I hadn't been holding tightly to the wooden ladder handrail, I probably would have fallen again.
I didn't dare look at him anymore.
But then he coldly ordered, "Clean up the second floor and throw all the corpses into the lobby downstairs."
Her voice was slightly husky, like that of an old princess, yet possessed an outstanding magnetic quality and a beautiful quality.
I dared not disobey. Besides his terrifyingly cruel nature, there were also his two ferocious black wolves, staring intently at me, as if they would pounce on me if I refused.
Despite the pain in my body, I worked for a long time and managed to throw away half of the corpses on the second floor before I could finish my task for the day, even with other people working with me.
Three other maids, like me, survived. They were covered in blood, their hair and skirts dripping with other people's blood, and the stench of blood lingered from their noses.
They, like me, moved the bodies with trepidation.
After spending most of the day, we finally managed to throw all the bodies downstairs. In the afternoon, after a short rest, our division of labor became clear.
At his command, I squatted down and scrubbed the floor, making sure to wipe away all the bloodstains.
The other three maids were responsible for his bodily functions, including wiping him down and feeding him.
Judging from the three maids' proficiency, they must have been his former servants.
They changed his clothes and wiped his body very skillfully. The teamwork between them was excellent, as they had been in the same business group before.
I strongly suspect that they survived because of his secret assistance—because they were of high value to him.
Life then miraculously returned to a period of peace.
Three maids were in charge of his food and lodging, while I was assigned to deal with the corpses in the hall.
Disposing of corpses is a troublesome task, especially a large number of them. It took me more than ten days to finish.
Like a man, I carried a shovel and dug a deep pit in a designated corner of the backyard. Then, I dragged the corpses into the pit one by one, exhausted like a dog.
I guess I'm really unlucky. Back in Black Castle, I was cleaning dirty cages and carrying manure, and now I'm digging holes to bury corpses.
I want to escape, but I don't know how—there's no moat here, nor any special ability to help me understand prophecies.
I tried cutting myself with a knife several times, but the blood just flowed haphazardly and failed to form the prophetic pattern.
I remember I could only possess supernatural abilities in the place where the Elf Queen of Black Castle had stayed. But this is also Elf territory, so how could I not have supernatural abilities?
This is really strange.
After some time, another change occurred, and the number of us who were supposed to serve them decreased from four to two.
Two of the maids plotted to escape. They quietly opened the hall door in the middle of the night, but were killed by a hail of arrows the moment they rushed out.
A bloodcurdling scream shattered the silence of the night.
I, who usually sleeps like a log, was suddenly awakened and rushed out into the corridor. I saw two maids riddled with arrows and covered their mouths in horror.
I've seen a lot in my life, but even seeing this man covered in blood, riddled with arrows, including several in his eyes and mouth, still made me tremble with fear. What was truly terrifying was that the two maids, though riddled with arrows, were still alive, standing there trembling, wailing in unimaginable agony.
They never dreamed that, including me, there were so many soldiers lurking outside the hall, ready to rain down arrows if anyone tried to escape.
Finally, two arrows flew in from outside the hall, striking their throats as they wailed. They collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood seeping from their bodies and slowly staining the hall's floor tiles.
I collapsed to the ground.
Sensing something else, I turned around in alarm and saw the last of the three maids, still alive, pushing him in his silver wheelchair behind me.
The maid's face was cold and indifferent.
He slumped in his wheelchair, head tilted to the side, his eyes icy as he watched everything.
From that day on, my job duties changed again.
The work of those two dead maids fell to me.
The first step is to clean up the scene.
Dealing with the bodies again, even though there were only two, was not an easy task.
After dragging the two maids' corpses into the pit and burning them, and then washing the blood off the hall's floor tiles with several buckets of water, I was so exhausted that I couldn't even straighten my back.
From that day on, I was responsible for his excrement and urine, indoor and outdoor hygiene, and washing clothes, sheets and other items that were never finished. Another maid was responsible for dressing and undressing him, wiping his body, feeding him, and so on.
I had to pretend to be nonchalant as I touched his thin, bony body, removed his soiled diaper, and took away his stinking trousers to wash. Another maid then washed his bottom, wiped his body, and changed his clothes.
I also had to clean the filth inside and outside the house, wash the piles of clothes, and cook. The maids would keep watch over him at night, serving him tea and water, and covering him with the blankets that had slipped off.
Taking care of a paralyzed patient is exhausting; I finally understand why there are no filial children at the bedside of a chronically ill patient.
But in the current situation, if they don't do it, they'll die, with two black wolves always watching them from the sidelines.
But as time went on, I gradually got used to the job and even felt a little fortunate.
Although poop and pee smell bad, they are not as scary as that skinny body.
If I touch it, I'll have nightmares at night.
Sometimes I'm even glad that I don't have to wash or change his clothes.
This "Hawking" with his head tilted to the side has nothing but skin and no flesh. His chest seems to be covered by every single rib, each one bulging out terrifyingly. His ribs on his back are also clearly visible, with veins bulging. If it weren't for his face and the slight sheen on his skin, he would look exactly like a skeleton.
More than half a month passed like this. I was exhausted and had no time to think about what had happened, what kind of country this was, or how I should escape.
Another month has passed.
It seems that Bernard and Mamboa have already drifted far away from me, so far away that I have almost forgotten them.
Even Black Castle has become a distant symbol, and the suffering and hardship of the past seem like a dream.
The chaos of zombies, the power struggles, and the suffering of running around to find work seemed as if they had never happened.
My world seems to have been shut off. In this world, there are only things like poop, pee, diapers, dirty and smelly clothes, basins, and towels.
Just when I almost thought it would always be like this, another change occurred.
The last surviving maidservant tried to escape in the middle of the night. She nimbly climbed out through a well-hidden window and then scrambled down the hard ivy on the wall. Just as she landed on the ground, she startled the two black wolves that had been guarding their master. The wolves' eyes gleamed, and they howled as they pounced, tearing the trembling maidservant to shreds...
When I was awakened from my sleep by the howling of the black wolves and the screams of the maids, I rushed out in terror. The moment I held the torch to light my way, I was so frightened that I collapsed to the ground, and the torch fell to the ground.
The two black wolves were still baring their teeth and howling at me, their bodies tense, as if about to pounce, a fierce warning—
This is what happens to those who run away!
As dawn broke, I nervously carried in a basin of water and tremblingly wiped his body and changed his clothes. He still had his head tilted to the side, his face as usual, and he slumped in his wheelchair with his eyes half-closed, as if nothing had happened.
From that day on, my workload doubled again—I did the work of three people.
I dare not slack off.
His black wolf guards were there to watch over me and the three maids from before. If any of them slacked off or ran away, the black wolves would pounce on them and kill them with just a glance from him.
Not only did I not dare to slack off, but I worked from morning till night. Apart from drinking water, eating, and occasionally going to the toilet, I basically had no free time. Even my sleep at night was not peaceful. When he called me and I did not hear him, his two wolves would howl, making me jump up from my bed.
It was really just a matter of bringing a glass of water or changing a diaper, but it scared me half to death.
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