Rody was in the midst of repairing Marcus's body, just about to fix his skull back in place, when the skeletal rabbit guarding outside suddenly noticed someone coming back! This was really strange, as everyone was supposed to be out enjoying themselves. Who could be coming back at this time?

Not wanting to think too much and knowing he couldn't reveal that he was a necromancer, Rody quickly hid Marcus and lay back on his bed, pretending to be fast asleep.

After a while, he felt someone gently lifting the tent flap and stepping inside.

Who could it be?

Curiously, Rody opened his eyes and got a big fright. The person who walked in, upon locking eyes with Rody, screamed in fear. It was a young girl, around thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate and youthful features, wearing a pleated maid’s skirt, and long blue hair with cute bangs.

Her sudden appearance made Rody scream, but then she quickly covered her little mouth.

"Who are you?" Rody asked in surprise.

"I, I, my name is Dora!" The little girl politely curtsied to Rody, her manners reminiscent of those practiced by royal nobility, elegant beyond measure.

"You're here to find Chris, right?" Rody had a hunch, thinking this little girl was most likely here for Chris. Remembering Chris mentioning a beautiful woman waiting for him, Rody couldn't help but chuckle to himself. A young girl like Dora waiting in bed for him would more likely be for a fairy tale story, which explained why Chris seemed less enthusiastic about finding a woman.

"No, I, I've come to find you, Mr. Rody," Dora said politely.

"I don't think I know you?" Rody was stunned.

"Miss Bicé sent me here," Dora nodded.

"I don't know Bicé... wait, is Bicé a friend of Chris? Did Chris send you? Did he?" Rody was starting to understand, recalling that Chris had promised to find him a woman. It seemed that Dora was the one he had sent to tease him.

"Miss Bicé said Mr. Rody must be very lonely tonight and needs someone to accompany him. But Miss Morin had to go out suddenly, so she sent me instead. If Mr. Rody has any instructions, Dora will do her best to fulfill them!" Dora was very polite, bowing slightly with each sentence, her voice gentle and refined, showing her excellent upbringing.

"My instructions?" Rody raised his eyebrows and said warmly, "Can you take a message to Miss Bicé for me?"

"What message would Mr. Rody like me to take to Miss Bicé?" Dora asked softly.

"I want to say 'thank you' to her," Rody smiled. "Dora, go back now and express my gratitude to Miss Bicé. I truly appreciate her thoughtfulness!"

"Can it be tomorrow? Can I stay here until tomorrow?" Dora asked with her head lowered, hesitantly and awkwardly, "Dora is afraid of the dark and doesn't dare to go back alone."

"Ah..." Rody was initially intending to send her away, but he hadn't expected this complication.

"The butler has already gone back in the carriage. He won't come to pick me up until tomorrow. And I've never been out before, so I don't know the way back!" The words of the little girl, Dora, struck Rody like a bolt from the blue. He almost wanted to ask her if she had been weaned yet, wondering if he needed to find her a wet nurse. Was this the woman Chris had found for him? He must have done this on purpose, definitely! Rody was furious internally, but he couldn't vent his anger on the innocent little girl Dora.

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"Thank you for coming to keep me company. I am touched!" Rody was going crazy inside, but he calmly reassured the little girl, "If you don't mind, the bed above is Chris's. You can rest there!"

"Mr. Rody, Dora can only rest after you've gone to sleep. As a maid, it's Dora's duty to serve Mr. Rody," Dora nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to sleep now." Rody pretended to yawn and lay down.

"Mr. Rody, you haven't taken off your boots!" Little girl Dora approached, seemingly wanting to help Rody take off his shoes.

"No need." Rody kicked off his boots under the bed and signaled to Dora, "I'm sleepy, you should rest early too."

"It's best to wash your feet with warm water before sleeping. It helps with blood circulation, makes you feel warm, and increases comfort, aiding in sleep. Mr. Rody, please wait, Dora will get some water for you!" Dora bent down to neatly place Rody's boots and brought out a basin, which made Rody feel dizzy.

"I've already washed, put the basin down." Rody hurriedly stopped her.

"Would you like some milk? Drinking milk also helps with sleep!" Dora asked softly.

"No need." Rody guessed that if he said yes, Dora might actually bring in a cow, and he quickly declined this kind of royal luxury.

"Mr. Rody, would you like some fruit? No? Let Dora make you a glass of juice!" Dora asked again.

"I'm not thirsty... I mean, I've already eaten!" Rody saw that little girl Dora looked like she was about to cry after being refused so many times, so he quickly comforted her, "Dora, I am not Miss Bicé, so her habits of drinking milk and eating fruit are not necessary for me, do you understand?"

"I understand, Mr. Rody," Dora nodded and replied softly.

"Then, let's go to sleep early..." Rody felt that being served sometimes could be quite troublesome, as if being shackled.

"Mr. Rody, would you like a massage?" Dora still stood in front of the bed, hesitantly asking after a while.

"No."

"Mr. Rody, do you want a shoulder rub?"

"No."

"Mr. Rody, do you want a leg massage?"

"..."

Rody turned over to look directly at Dora, wanting to see if she was doing this intentionally, wondering if this little girl was deliberately sent by Chris to torment him. However, what he saw wasn’t a sly, grinning fox, but a pitiful little girl about to burst into tears.

If Rody’s gaze had been any harsher, those tear-filled, large eyes of Dora’s would have let loose a string of pearls.

She looked like a child who didn’t understand what she had done wrong, looking at Rody with a pitiful expression.

Taking a deep breath, Rody tried to soften his voice and slow his tone, “Dora, why do you insist on serving me? I don’t need these things. You just need to go to sleep, and if I need anything, I’ll call you. Okay?”

“But if Mr. Rody doesn't need my service, then Dora has nothing to do,” Dora burst into tears, “Miss Bicé sent Dora to serve Mr. Rody. If Mr. Rody doesn't need anything, then Dora won’t be able to report back to Miss Bicé. Please, Mr. Rody, let Dora do something for you... anything at all, as long as you command.”

“Please don’t cry, okay?” Rody was nearly driven mad by Chris. This was his doing, sending Dora to serve him, which was more torturous than having a brute whip him.

“Please let Dora serve you!” Dora’s little face was a mess with tears.

“Alright!” Unable to withstand her crying assault, Rody surrendered, “Dora, bring me a glass of water!”

“Yes, Mr. Rody,” Dora, upon hearing this, immediately switched from tears to smiles, happily going to get him water while secretly wiping her tears. If Chris were here now, Rody would surely chop him into eight pieces and throw him to the wild dogs in the wilderness. But seeing the still-wet tear streaks on little girl Dora’s face, his heart softened again. He thought to endure it, as the night would soon pass.

“How did Chris come to know Miss Bicé?” Rody decided to probe for some information about Chris from this innocent little girl.

“In response to Mr. Rody’s question, Dora doesn’t know,” Dora replied, hands lowered, respectfully.

“How long have you known Chris then?” Rody decided to try a different angle.

“I’ve known him since I was very young, as long as I can remember,” Dora responded, which made Rody understand immediately. The relationship between Chris and Miss Bicé was deep, probably something like cousins. They must have been acquainted since they were young, so this little maid Dora had known him since her earliest memories.

“Who is Miss Bicé? Is she a princess of King Norn?” Rody asked again.

“No,” Dora bit her lip, looking troubled, “Miss Bicé said that if Mr. Rody asks, Dora cannot tell.”

“It’s okay, I was just wondering who I should be grateful to.” Rody smiled slightly, thinking to himself that this must be another thing Chris taught her, to prevent him from probing into his affairs, so he didn't press further. Seeing Dora's apologetic face, he waved his hand, “Dora, I’m tired now, no need for further service, you should rest too.”

“Let Dora help you undress!” Dora said, but Rody had already undressed mostly by himself, as he was always quick.

“...” Seeing the little girl's tearful eyes again, Rody couldn’t help but sigh internally. He had had enough of Chris, the man who arranged for him to meet women. If Chris came back, he swore to deal with him severely, but for now, he stopped and nodded to the eagerly waiting Dora, “Alright! Help me with my clothes.”

“Mr. Rody, please lie down, Dora will cover you with the blanket!” Dora helped Rody with his outer garment and then quietly covered him with the blanket.

“That’s enough.” Rody felt like he was back in his childhood, needing someone to take care of him even for sleep, and to tuck him in. It felt very awkward, but he didn’t want to refuse Dora’s kindness, most importantly, he didn’t want to provoke another crying fit.

“Mr. Rody, what kind of music do you like to hear before sleep? Dora can sing songs from eleven ethnicities and in fifty-nine languages,” Dora asked finally.

“...” It took nearly all of Rody's patience not to curse at Chris, and he swore that if that damn Chris came back the next day, he would hang him up for a beating!