"Back then, I wanted to beat you to death, too."
That warning-like remark ultimately... ultimately made Nero reveal the faintest hint of a strategic retreat, because she couldn't figure out what kind of person this former shopkeeper really was... or whether he had the same temperament as her Boss Luo.
So Nero obediently raised both hands and struck a surrendering pose. She looked toward Eleanor, who would have already attacked her if she hadn't been committed to doing her duty, and said, "Fine, I admit I was spouting nonsense. My boss doesn't have thirteen little wives... He has at most seven wives! For now... Um, I mean in the future. He's currently thinking about how to get Miss Eleanor into bed."
"Master, Eleanor requests the opportunity to purchase a private trial for the unknown Black Soul before us."
Maid Miss, who was currently serving, suddenly became calm. Beneath that tranquil expression, however, her words concealed turbulent undercurrents.
What was a shop? A shop was a place where one could buy anything—and its customers had never been limited to outsiders... They themselves were also customers of the shop.
A private trial?
Nero couldn't help opening her mouth. To make revenge sound so pleasant, that really was the style of her own Maid Miss.
She looked at Eleanor in amazement, secretly wondering what unspeakable relationship this current Maid Miss had with the future shop's Maid Miss. In some respects, Nero even felt that her own Maid Miss and Eleanor had similar auras.
Emmmm... the current one, the next one... Could this actually be some kind of inheritance?
Lost in wild thoughts, Nero seemed unconcerned about whether the current shopkeeper would accept Eleanor's request... She had other things to think about—the circumstances she currently found herself in.
Nero would never believe that nonsense