My Maids Are All Antagonists! Chapter 39
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Autumn didn't continue to disturb Eddie.
She thought that a genius's comprehension didn't need her guidance at all.
She looked at the mysterious night perfume in her hand.
It didn't seem to be a potion, but endless wisdom.
Autumn was in an extremely happy mood.
She saw Thor and Hermione not far away basking in the sun on the castle.
Autumn's suppressed nature as a demon girl seemed to loosen a little.
She used her finger to cast a fourth-level wind spell.
Soon, she arrived beside the two maids.
Thor and Hermione were lying on the roof in maid clothes.
Their blonde hair and white hair lay lazily on the side.
Their fair skin still looked so white and tender under the Sun.
It was as if water could be squeezed out.
The two of them squinted their eyes and leaned against each other to bask in the sun.
Suddenly, Thor's nose moved unconsciously.
Her nose flapped slightly, as if she smelled a strange fragrance.
This fragrance was a bit like the previous perfume made by their master, but it didn't seem like it.
What exactly was this smell?
Thor opened her eyes curiously and looked around.
She only saw a black thigh standing in front of her.
Thor was shocked.
"What are you doing? You scared me."
Thor looked at Autumn with a displeased expression.
However, Autumn was not apologetic at all. In fact, she looked very pleased with herself.
Thor felt that something was not right. Ever since she had tied this woman up and brought her back to the castle, she had not been in a good mood.
Why was she suddenly so happy now.
Something was wrong!
Hermione was leaning on Thor, so Thor woke her up with a single move.
Sniff.
Hermione sniffed around and realized that the source of this smell came from the woman in front of her.
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"It smells so good."
As an ominous witch of the continent, Hermione was naturally sensitive to this kind of mysterious smell,
She could immediately feel that this thing was something she liked.
She had to get it.
If she wasn't willing to cooperate, then she would do it herself.
Autumn, who hadn't noticed that she was being targeted, was proudly showing off the treasure she had just obtained.
How was it? You guys don't have it, right.
Since Eddie said that this was the first bottle in the continent, then for now, it was out of print.
At their level, it didn't matter how extravagant it was.
Out of print was very important.
This was proof that they were unique.
"Wow, it smells so good. Is this the perfume Master made for you?"
Hermione couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Sigh, your young master saw that I was teaching too hard, so he made this bottle. It's the only bottle of perfume on the mainland. What a thoughtful man."
Autumn immediately held the dark night perfume in her hand and played with it, pretending to reveal it inadvertently.
The sharp-eyed Hermione immediately saw it.
The light gray liquid combined with the mysterious smell.
Hermione immediately fell in love with it.
Thor was a dark dragon, so if it was this shiny thing, she would like it.
Their eyes instantly became fiery.
They were giving off a dangerous signal.
Autumn hid the dark night potion in her interspatial ring like a treasure.
But it didn't seem to be of much use.
Their fiery eyes turned from Autumn's palm to the interspatial ring.
"Hey, your master made this for me. You can't snatch it."
Autumn was a little flustered. She even used the title 'master'.
She was only here to show off. Who would have thought that she would provoke two small bandits.
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Although she was a Tier 9 great mage.
But none of the people she faced were easy to deal with.
One was the incarnation of a Dark Dragon, and the other was an Ominous Witch.
She didn't have the confidence to deal with one, let alone the two of them working together.
Autumn immediately ran downstairs at high speed, seeking the help of Lady Emily.
However, after Emily heard that this was a perfume that Eddie had specially made for Autumn.
Her gaze became incomparably cold.
That gaze was even colder than when she had massacred the entire goblin race.
It scared Autumn half to death, so she explained.
"Lord Emily, I am Autumn of the Demon race, not the enemy!"
"Don't look at me like that!"
Autumn was so scared that her whole body was trembling.
She didn't know why, but the atmosphere in the castle suddenly became so terrifying.
Fallen Angel, Dark Dragon, Ominous Witch.
Three legendary creatures were surrounding her, a weak little Tier 9 mage of the Demon race.
She didn't know what to do.
Just when Autumn was about to despair, a figure full of hope appeared at the gate of the castle.
"What are you all doing here?"
Eddie's voice was like that of a savior. Autumn immediately hid behind Eddie while the others were still in a daze.
If the people from the Magic Academy saw this scene, their jaws would probably be dislocated.
The little mage who was the bravest and most troublesome in the Saint Bauhinia Magic Academy was actually hiding behind a man?
At this moment, Eddie still hadn't realized the reason.
He only felt that there seemed to be a bit of killing intent on the bodies of the maids, and there was also a faint smell of blood on their bodies.
Thinking of this, Eddie took out three bottles of potions from his clothes and handed them to Thor, Hermione, and Emily respectively.
Looking at the potions in his hands, the pressure on the field instantly disappeared.
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