Chapter 63: A farmer who doesn’t want to be a militiaman is not a good maid_1
At the beginning of the selection for maids, Yan Xing had thought about holding an open audition and selecting twenty or so with good looks. Then there would be the second round, additional rounds, knockout rounds, revival rounds, and the final round. After the whole process, he would meticulously pick out five maids.
As it turned out, after the open audition, he barely managed to scrape together five. Sigh... It’s probably because my aesthetic standards are too high, he mused.
Just look at Lao Hansi; the old man’s eyes were cheerfully roving from one girl to another, looking even happier than I, the Lord, felt.
Now that the five maids had been selected, the rest could go back to whatever they were supposed to do. Yan Xing called the five maids over to him. They were all girls in their teens.
First, he gave them a pep talk. "Just be sharp during the big meetings. Whatever the Werewolf Clan Leaders want to eat, arrange it for them. Whatever they want to use, get it for them. During the meetings, be diligent in changing the water for the Clan Leaders. But don’t indulge them either. If a Werewolf does something excessive, come find me, the Lord, immediately."
As Lord Yan Xing lectured, the chosen maids listened intently, nodding like chicks pecking at rice, fearing that the Lord would be displeased and send them back. However, there was one girl who listened absentmindedly, with a reluctant demeanor.
When a squad of heavily armored spearmen marched past the meeting hall entrance, the girl daringly peeked outside. The silver armor glinted in the light, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with a similar intensity.
"Looking at what?" Yan Xing suddenly asked, startling the girl into a shiver.
Realizing her mistake, she quickly apologized, "Sorry, Lord! I... I don’t want to be your maid. I want to wear heavy armor, wield a long spear, and be a warrior who guards the land and your Lordship."