"Okay, I'll go get the food right away." Leif ran out happily, her thin face full of joy.
Qin Mo began to check the room. Both the inner and outer rooms were very clean, and her own suite was spotless.
However, the room was excessively clean. Qin Mo searched the entire room but couldn't find any food, and there was only a little water. This was a bit strange for the diligent Leif, who usually kept her water jug full.
"It's rainwater..." Qin Mo looked at the water in the jar, which was murky and turbid, and anger began to rise in her heart.
"Smack—"
The sound of porcelain shattering came from outside, followed by the sound of a tray falling to the ground and Leif's soft sobs.
"I've already told you, if you don't serve our masters, you can forget about eating, you lowly sinner..."
Leif huddled in the corner, curled up in a ball, trembling, while in front of her stood an arrogant middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was very burly, with a thick beard that danced wildly as he shouted, spitting out saliva that clung to his beard, making him look disgusting.
"Have you been preventing her from eating these past few days?"
Hearing the cold voice behind him, the middle-aged man immediately turned around and saw a thin young man looking at him coldly.
The young man was very handsome, more handsome than himself, which made Kermer very angry. The young man's clothes were exquisite and made of special materials, seemingly more tasteful than his own silk dress, which made Kermer even angrier.
“I am the great Viscount Kermer. You are a Great Xia person? How can a Great Xia person be so rude?” Kermer said arrogantly, raising his chin.
"Have you been preventing her from eating these past few days?" Qin Mo mechanically repeated the question.
“A lowly sinner should atone with her own body. As a noble French nobleman and a guest of the temple, I have the right to decide her life or death, let alone a meal,” Kermer said dismissively, glancing at Qin Mo with a sidelong look.
"Bang!"
Kermer was sent flying and crashed into the wall several meters away. His chest was visibly dented, indicating that he was seriously injured.
"A lowly ant dares to touch my woman." Qin Mo stepped forward and helped Leif up. The girl's face was already pale with fright. She tightly gripped Qin Mo's sleeve and kept crying. "He is Lord Winsley's man. You've caused trouble. You... it's all my fault."
Qin Mo smiled and said, "Winsley? Who's that?"
“Winsley is me.”
A majestic voice came from around the corner of the corridor, followed by a group of knights, each with a golden ram's head painted on their breastplate.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in golden knight's armor. His aura was somewhat similar to Bashir's. He pointed to the unconscious Kermer on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Young man, Kermer is my man. You must give me an explanation."
Qin Mo pointed to Leif beside her, "Leef is my person, you have to give me an explanation today!" (To chat with more like-minded people about "Sailing and Conquest," follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books.)
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