"A hundred years ago, I had some connections with those people over there. Now that I'm down and out, I hope they can take me in, this homeless and lonely old man, for the sake of old times."
Lady Lena leaned on the sofa and was already dozing off. She waved her hand and said:
"Help me wash the clothes, please."
"Ah, damn it, can't you wash your underwear by yourself? Why do you want me to do it? You psychics from the Old Continent have no sense of propriety!"
Qiuchote instantly burst into anger.
But Lena was pretending to be asleep, unable to hear her complaint.
Not listening, not listening, the girl is chanting.
The young girl sighed helplessly. Although she still wanted to continue her societal observations, she understood that the important matters took precedence.
Though Lena was rough, lazy, and had terrible manners, she was indeed fulfilling her promise. Ever since she was saved on the coast of Antani District, Lena had been guarding her all the way east.
