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He said. "Pr....Protect me, what?" She was shocked to hear this strange thing. "I.....I mean, I will protect you for the book. I...It's my master's book. You pr...promised to master that you will protect the book. So you have to protect the book. Tha....That's why I will protect you. S....So you can protect the book." He said with blushing. Li Jie smiled at him and said, "yeah yeah."

Zack could immediately be seen leading a group of black-clothed men as they stood respectfully in front of Stanley, bowing. Zack opened a car door for Stanley, who gave him an indifferent glance before gracefully getting in. Leaning against the soft genuine black leather backrest, he folded his legs and flipped through ‘Foundation in Medicine’. Zack quickly got in. Upon seeing the book in Stanley’s hands, Zack’s gaze was filled with confusion. “Fifth Master, why are you reading that?” “Someone told me to read it properly,” replied Stanley. His expression remained indifferent. Zack looked curious. “Was it the Young Mistress?”

He sighed and continued watching her finish all the food on the table. He never knew she was such a food dragon and he finds her beautiful eating in such matter. "What is wrong with me" he muttered lowly to himself, taking his gaze off her and focusing on his food. Soon, they finish eating and Robin came to clear the plate. He was surprised to see Galene sitting in the master's most cherished chair licking her hands. "It seems she also ate with him," he thought staring at her. "What are you looking at if I may ask?" Master Damien's voice thundered and Robin shook.

The formula can be seen when a woman breastfeeding her baby, ninety percent better than normal food, or pill nutrition. "Master, why not open a market? Servant 1 sees Oldman Gao, while his mouth and tongue fill by the variant taste of food and beverage; Milk, Chocolate, Tea, Dumpling, Meatbun, Potato, Scrambled Eggs, etc. Five years ago he was a businessman, the idea shows up when his Master was served luxurious food to them.

The seasoning was especially strong, so he would be thirsty if he were to eat too much of it. On the other hand, after he had inherited the Ultimate Book of Medicine, he learned dietary therapy as well. He could process all kinds of natural pollution-free plants into quality delicacies. They even had the effect of diet therapy. To put it bluntly, he had become picky with food and could not eat the food cooked by others. “I don’t have any food abstentions. It’d be fine as long as it’s not too sweet!” Phoebe said as she looked at his back.

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate that." All of us slaves had our hands confined, so were unable to feed ourselves. Master and Mistress got a large plate of hand foods and water for us, then fed and watered us. There was cubes of ham, slices of roast beef, cheese, chips, crackers, dips, even chunks of steak. Master concentrated on the proteins for his two slaves, washed down with water. There was also alcohol, but Mistress didn't recommend it for us as we would dehydrate easier. Master and Mistress Dark could eat any time they wished, so focussed on feeding us.

"What do you mean?" "The 'Format' wasn't the end," the woman said. "In three chapters, they will send a **Cleaner**. It’s not a person. It’s a sub-routine designed to wipe the physical disk. It will turn this entire drive into heat and light until there isn't a single bit of data left." She looked at me, her hollow eyes full of a terrifying desperation. "You have three chapters to find the **Master-Key**," she said. "The one the Librarian was really hiding. If you don't find it, 'Isolation' will just be your grave."

he asked, his curiosity piqued. I gave a sly grin. "It's all about fair exchange, Mr. Sneyd," I said, knowing that he would understand what I meant. "Percy, I get it. We're all men here, and we don't need to say much. I'll just show you," Franklin said, leading me into his private, specially arranged room. Inside, there were various items—restraints, swings, handcuffs, benches, and all kinds of torture devices. There were also photos of nude women posing seductively on the walls.

"Without thinking, I had explained everything I felt and how often it came." "Surprisingly, the employee only set out a small giggle and asked if I was eating a lot of fast foods recently. I nodded positively. She had led me to an isle for laxatives and handed me a mini chocolate bar advising me to cleanse the stomach every now and then since I ate so much junk food.

“How did you bypass my personal security?” “I am performing an emergency intervention, obviously!” He moved with surprising speed, a whirl of white tracksuit. He shoved a steaming, beautiful, porcelain bowl directly under my nose. The aroma was intoxicating. “I managed to convince your security team—the ones who look like they’ve never smiled or had a good meal—that I was your best friend and that you would fire them all if they didn't welcome me with the respect due to a family member! Now, drink this! It’s Bone Broth Reduction, slow-simmered for forty-eight hours with Himalayan salt crystals and a hint of white truffle! It’s an absolute tragedy that you are surviving on instant coffee!”