I am Xilin.
An elf who loves reading, conducting experiments, writing reports, and Ningfeng...
He was also a legendary alchemist of the Watchers.
A legend with the ability to easily destroy a dilapidated stone castle hundreds of years behind the times!
If I wanted to, I could easily demolish this dilapidated house.
real!
Not to be modest, but I've personally cleaned my room for over two hundred... cough, it's been years since I last did it.
Leaving aside the automated, easy-going robots that have emerged in recent decades, I already stopped doing those pointless things long before they became widespread.
Cleaning a room is something that can be done simply by casting a few spells with magic, right?
It's fast, convenient, and very clean; it can even eliminate any potential plagues.
Everything can be solved with just a tap of a finger, and then you can spend a lot of time doing meaningful things.
And now, such a large castle actually needs to be cleaned by manpower?
All I can say is that this is really backward.
Especially since they actually expect me to clean it!?
This can no longer be explained by being backward; it's downright backward!
As a legendary spellcaster, I will never compromise!
impossible……
That's absolutely impossible!
...
Splash...
The water drawn from the deep well was exceptionally cool, carrying a chilling sensation that seeped from the fingertips into the head, making one want to shiver.
The murky water, squeezed from the rag after scrubbing, fell into the bucket, creating ripples that shattered Shirin's reflection in the water.
The woman in the water is not the legend of our memories.
Instead, she was a court maid dressed in a particularly old-fashioned, heavy maid's uniform, with a white headscarf resembling that of a housekeeper, wringing out a towel with a resentful expression.
"…………"
Shirin sighed heavily, feeling that she must have been given the wrong script.
This isn't right!
How did I end up like this?
Something must have gone wrong.
There is a problem, but it's not that big...
Shirin, who had been hiding in the basement, had no concept of time and did not realize that time was the source of all change.
So, Shirin, who stayed in the palace to watch the play, transformed back into an ordinary person the moment the sun rose.
And the kind that's completely powerless.
Tragic... Xilin... Tragic
If it weren't for the fact that the disguise on her face hadn't disappeared, Shirin would have had the urge to log off on the spot.
It's not that time yet. As long as I'm still wearing the mask, it doesn't count as being dead!
Yes, that's it!
As a legend, Shireen doesn't actually have any mental flaws. After her initial loss of composure, she has now rediscovered some of the adventurous feeling she had long ago.
That feeling, so distant that she had almost forgotten it.
So, after the initial panic, Shirin took advantage of not being spotted by the patrolling soldiers and decisively ran out of the palace.
Then……
I got lost.
Shirin flew in directly and had no idea about the palace's internal structure.
So tragic... Xilin... So tragic
Just before Shirin wandered around and was almost discovered by the patrolling soldiers, she hid directly in the small room where the maids were resting.
Fortunately, the maids inside had already gotten up and gone to work, so there was no one inside.
The word "maid" nowadays often comes across as associated with glamorous black and white clothing and suggestive, erotic content.
However, this is an impression that has evolved and been modified in many ways. In the real past, there was no essential difference between maids and other servants.
Lower-ranking maids, such as kitchen maids, who were responsible for the rough work, were usually the first people to get up in the whole family.
They had to get up to work between 5:30 and 6:00 in the morning, with the maids who did the most work getting up at exactly 5:00.
In the past, before supernatural powers dictated societal change, how could one distinguish oneself from others?
It is power.
Employing and enslaving others to serve oneself is a manifestation of power and status.
This world is beautiful, with so many things that are unforgettable and captivating.
But this also has another side, with countless sorrows and anger lurking in its shadow.
To put it bluntly, whether or not there is magic, the essence of this world will not change much.
Oppression and resistance will always exist in every era.
When you are living a peaceful life, there is always someone carrying the burden for you.
Just like when Ning Feng was taking his teammates and "tool guy number one" on a relaxing spring outing...
While trapped in the palace, Shirin was trying her best to disguise herself and infiltrate.
Before the maids returned, Shirin, knowing she couldn't stay here for long, put on a maid's uniform, grabbed her cleaning supplies, and left.
With a look of tragic determination, she retraced her escape route.
The palace was quite large, and not all the maids had seen each other before, let alone developed any friendships. Shirin, disguised, successfully blended into the cleaning team.
She carried a bucket and searched for a way out, wringing out a rag and pretending to clean whenever someone passed by.
After dodging the soldiers several times, she gradually figured out the general direction of the castle.
With her head down, wringing out the towel, waiting for the passing soldiers to disappear around the corner, Shirin silently got up and looked ahead at her target.
Just follow this path, and after passing through a few corridors, you can leave through a special small door at the back of the castle, which is used by servants.
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