"Grandpa, you have bothered, the little ones do not understand anything, but you need to teach them more." "Silly-Head said respectfully.

The old steward nodded with great satisfaction and continued to "teach" Silly-Head: "Servant, the name is inscrutable, that is the meaning of inferior people, to be a servant, first of all, you must be loyal, and those who are not loyal will not be popular wherever you put them, and second, you must be strict, you must not say what you should not say, even when killed, and you must not say what you should say, even when you let it be said, and third... Well, do you understand?"

Silly-Head was listening carefully when he suddenly heard the butler stop, and immediately knew what he had to do. He laughed and said, "Sir, you are really very clever. You have understood such profound knowledge so thoroughly.

"Well, it seems that you are also good, a listen to understand, this third, also very dainty, that is, we should not see, we must not see, should see, even if we read, we must pretend to see nothing..."

The excited butler, the experience of most of his life as a slave, all out, really teach ah, the Silly-Head moved the difference is not "crying tears", grateful flattery, a steady stream from the Silly-Head mouth, let the butler excited.

After the butler left, Silly-Head cleaned up the mood, carefully mulled over what the butler had just said, felt a lot of words, very reasonable, secretly point the head, in mind.

"Bad, forgot to ask the housekeeper where to eat, had known so, it is better to stay in the bar, at least can also mix flute meal to eat, but now...... Oh, yes, I remember there are two sweet potatoes in the bag." Silly-Head mumbled, unzipping his bag to reveal two wilting sweet potatoes inside.

"Lucky it's not broken, or I'd be begging for food tonight." Silly-Head was relieved.

Silly-Head quickly dug a hole in the ground, threw the sweet potato into it, and covered the soil. As for the wood for roasting sweet potato, naturally, it was from nearby grass. Silly-Head casually held some and covered the hole.

"Oh, how do you light it?" Silly-Head looked at the grass and touched himself, puzzled.

"Hey, boss, what are you doing there? Eat grass instead of me?" The donkey, who had been watching silently, spoke.

"Shut up, I'm trying to find a way to light the fire." "Silly-Head replied without looking up.

"Oh, what's so hard about that? It's a silly-head." The donkey said in a self-righteous way.

"To make a fire? Yes, but who will drill it? ' Silly-Head said darkly, looking up at the donkey.

"Damn, it's not me, is it? Even if you kill me, I can't get through the fire." The donkey saw Silly-Head's eyes and was frightened. He quickly shoved two mouthfuls of grass into his mouth and chewed it hard.

"Well, that's easy to say. When I get all the materials together, the sky will be bright." "Silly-Head disdained.

Silly-Head slowly stretched out his right hand, stared for a moment, closed his eyes, and little by little gathered the gossamer magic power in his body toward his palm...

Looking at Silly-Head's laborious appearance, the donkey stopped chewing and stared at him, remembering the high spirit of Grace two years ago, his heart could not help but have a trace of sadness, thinking: "Oh, this guy is the victim of the tunnel, and I, huh, the tunnel victim, damn it, promise..."

Silly-Head's efforts were not in vain. A little leaping flame appeared in his palm...

"Well, you won't be able to use your low magic for a long time," said Silly-Head. The donkey looked at the burning fire and sighed, and then went on chewing his grass.

Roasting sweet potato does not require any skill, as long as the heat is ready, the sweet potato in the pit will naturally be cooked. After a while, buoyed by the faint aroma of the air, hungry Silly-Head moved the fire aside with his foot and began to dig with his stick.

plop

"Ouch..."

There was a loud noise, and then Silly-Head seemed to hear a slight groan. Silly-Head, who had just arrived, was frightened and quickly dug out the two sweet potatoes from the pit. He did not feel too hot, held them in his arms and hid away.

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"Well, someone lit the fire, who's there? Come out, I see you..." Not far away, a woman's voice was heard.

"Bad, that voice, why it sounds like the devil, finished, it is not she came back?" The voice sounded familiar to Silly-Head, and she was afraid.

"... Come on out, eh, nobody? That's strange. Did I see someone? Oh, my dear, did you see that man?" A pretty figure appeared by the fire, looked around, and walked right up to President Sheffer's horse.

The horse, seeming to understand the girl's words, snuffed and pointed his head in one direction over and over again...

"It's over, the old man is going to die now." The donkey thought to himself, as he had been waiting.

"There? Oh, come out, or I'll do magic. ' 'threatened the girl as she appeared in her hand with two big balls of fire.

'No, no, miss, you mustn't use magic...' Silly-Head, seeing that he could hide no longer, crawled out of the hay and hated in his heart the horse who had betrayed him.

"Silly-Head? Why you, say, what are you doing here?" 'Anna asked fiercely.

"What? Your father invited me back. What?" Silly-Head muttered to himself, but with a smile on his face, he said, "As my lady said, it was the President who brought me here. He told me to look after the stables."

"Really? Well, I can see from your shifty eyes that you are not happy, you did not mistreat my little darling." Anna dispersed the fireball and asked anxiously.

Silly-Head looked around and asked, "Sweetie? Who is he?"

Anna explained proudly: "Ha ha, you are so stupid, little darling is this horse, father has promised me to give it to me, half a month later, I will ride it to the Ivar Academy of Magic, beauty with a horse, you think it will cause a sensation."

"Beautiful woman? A beautiful horse? Roars? Yes, yes; but, miss, I advise you to be discreet." Silly-Head's mind was dismissive, but his mouth was still flattering.

Dissatisfied with the expression on Silly-Head's face, Anna snorted and called out fireballs, threatening, "Well, what do you mean? Well, if your explanation doesn't satisfy me, I'll see what I can do to you."

"You must not live by your own SINS." Silly-Head's greatest fear was that beauty would strike at the first word she didn't say, as with Betty, but even more so with Anna, for he made an insinuating remark to himself, carefully explaining: "Do you think, miss, that you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and that this horse is a rare BMW in the world, and two of the best in the world, when they get together, what will happen? Riots, people will compete to fear the queen to come out of the house, to the street to see you, of course, there is a little darling brother style, that will not cause riots..."

"Gurgling..." Anna was smitten by Silly-Head's flattery, and laughed until she stopped laughing and said, "Boy, you're very good at talking, um, tell you what, I'll tell Dad tomorrow, let you be my sidekick, okay?" Hey, why do you look so ugly? Are you happy, to be with such a beautiful genius as me... '

"Do not live by your own SINS, do not live by your own SINS..." Silly-Head was dumbstruck, and was only repeating one thing to himself.

"Bang, bang..."

Two soft thuds, and two sweet potatoes in Silly-Head's arms roll out and fall to the ground.

"Hey, what's that?" 'Anna asked curiously.

"Roasted sweet potato." "Silly-Head's deadpan reply.

"Baked sweet potato? This is ugly. Here, boy, open one for me." Anna ordered, frowning.

"Yes, yes..." Silly-Head promised, picking one up and pocketing it.

An enticing scent of sweet potatoes wafted toward Miss Anna, and her disdainful eyes changed, and she leapt forward, snatching the sweet potatoes from Silly-Head's hand, and in spite of Silly-Head's objections, raised them to her mouth, tasted them, and then devoured them.

"Miss, miss..." Silly-Head's heart bled as he watched half of his dinner go into Miss Anna's stomach.

'Well, what? "Anna mumbles as she nibbles at the sweet potato.

'That's my dinner, miss,' she said. Silly-Head's anguished explanation.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Well, it must be that you did something wrong and were not allowed to eat by your father, isn't it, and dare to quibble..." Anna did not listen to Silly-Head's explanation. She picked up the sweet potato on the floor, broke it open, and began to eat it again.

"No... No, I... I... ' Silly-Head wanted to take it, but he was afraid, and almost cried.

Watching the tears coming out of Silly-Head, Anna swallowed, blinked, slowly took the sweet potato out of her mouth, frowned slightly, and said, "You... Are you sure you haven't made any mistakes?"

Silly-Head stared at the sweet potato and nodded with difficulty.

"But... But that's it, and I bit you, and you want more?" Anna frowned again.

Silly-Head sniffed and nodded again with difficulty.

Anna looked embarrassed, as if "touched" by Silly-Head's words, but then her face changed, she put the last sweet potato in her mouth, clapped her hands, and said, "Don't cry, you're still a man. Come with me."

With these words Anna took Silly-Head by the hand without hesitation, carried him away, and ran back.

'This... Where is this going? Not to complain to the chairman?" Silly-Head got her bearings, and was afraid.

Anna tugs Silly-Head hard. "Hurry up," she says. "If you miss it, you'll have nothing to eat."

After Anna ran all the way, Silly-Head, in a mood of fear, came to a lighted house. Silly-Head, whose nose was still keen, immediately smelled the faint fragrance in the air.

"The kitchen? Silly-Head lifts her nose.

"So you're not stupid after all, SHH, someone's coming out." Anna presses Silly-Head into the flowers.

The figure moved about the room a few times, then came out carrying a large tray and walked towards a large house.

'This is your chance. Let's go.' 'said Anna, looking around the kitchen, pulling Silly-Head out and running straight across.

The kitchen, on the table, was full of all kinds of food, ham, roast meat, smoked fish...

"Well, shall I pay you for it now? It's all yours. You can take whatever you want, as much as you like." Anna said with a swagger, pointing to things in the kitchen.

Silly-Head breathlessly says, "Really... Really?"

"HMMM." Anna nodded complacently.

With permission from Anna, one of the family's owners, Silly-Head got a crazy look on his face and headed straight for the corner, where there was a basket of carrots, sweet potatoes, potatoes... that looked like they had been stored for ages.