Ellen rolled her eyes at Fagga and lowered her head to record the last set of data.
“I wouldn’t wear that outfit when I’m not working.”
After saying that, Ellen walked out, then suddenly remembered something, turned back and tossed a bunch of keys at Fagar, coldly saying:
"Here's your room key. Everyone's rooms are on the third floor. The room with the shark graffiti hanging in front is mine, and your room is next to mine."
As soon as she finished speaking, Eileen took a step away, and a soft voice came from the corridor.
"Your butler uniform will take about five days to be ready, so just wait."
Fagar shrugged, shook his head helplessly, tossed the key in his hand, closed the door, and walked into the hallway, searching for the rooms with shark graffiti one by one.
Before long, Fagga found it.
Incidentally, Fagga also discovered three other rooms with graffiti.
A little werewolf, two flying baboons, and the last one, the most interesting, is a teddy bear holding a chainsaw.
Fagar turned around in front of Ellen's door, leaned against the door, and looked up to admire the teddy bear across the way.
Shark-like beings, wolf-like beings, humans...
Could this unfamiliar member of the housekeeping team be a rough and violent Xiong Xi person?
But would Xiong Xiren use such cute graffiti?
Fagar pursed his lips slightly, suddenly remembering that Lycan, such a reliable person, had cute werewolf graffiti painted on his door.
It seems the graffiti has nothing to do with the room owner's personality; it was probably drawn by one of the childlike guys in the housekeeping team.
Could it be Ellen?
In Fagga's mind, a small shark with a paintbrush in its hand, with a mouthful of iron teeth and copper teeth, lay on the ground drawing graffiti in a silly manner.
Pfft!
Fagga couldn't help but chuckle, but then shook his head.
How could someone with Ellen's personality be so cute?
Click!
Suddenly, the door behind Fagga opened, and Fagga, who was leaning against the door, lost his footing and fell down.
The back of his head hit the ground with a loud thud.
Hiss~
Fagga gasped and instinctively touched the back of his head.
Are you alright?
Upon hearing the voice, Fagga opened one eye and looked closely; it was Ellen.
She was hugging the door frame, bending slightly to look at Fagja lying on the ground.
Fagga instinctively said, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
"You said everything was fine again?"
Eileen crossed her arms and said coldly, "You've made it a habit to say 'nothing' like this."
"Speaking of which, last time your right arm was broken by the Dead End Butcher, you said you were fine. Just how serious does an injury have to be for you to be considered seriously injured?"
"Uh... I don't know."
Fagga sat up from the ground, recalling the past:
"So far, I haven't suffered any injuries that can't be healed. That's the good thing about vampires; even if the injuries are severe, they can always recover if they have enough energy."
"Tsk, judging from what you're saying, fighting the Dead End Butcher wasn't even the worst injury you've ever suffered."
Eileen was speechless, finding it hard to imagine what could have caused Faga to suffer such severe injuries.
Fagga shrugged helplessly, then changed the subject, saying, "By the way, your room is quite nice."
Fagga glanced back and saw Ellen's room clearly in the distance, with lovely paintings on the walls and a lovely pink carpet.
The most interesting thing was the bed, with a pillow at each end.
Fagga glanced at Ellen quietly, his gaze mainly focused on her tail.
Does this tail need a pillow too?
Fagga was engrossed in watching, his mind wandering.
Suddenly, a soft hand grabbed his chin and lifted it up forcefully.
Fagga snapped back to reality and immediately saw a face as cold as ice.
Her eyes were slanted, her sharp teeth almost protruding, revealing a look of disdain.
A short while later, that disdainful face coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost!"
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