Upon hearing the arrangement, Nicolede nodded silently, but complained in her heart.

Cooking? Who is cooking, Lord Droste? Grab your long pot handle and cook! Lord Droste!
His mind was full of thoughts, but his expression was slightly stunned, with no other changes.

"No problem, Lord Droste. I am willing to help you out."

After taking a deep look at Droste, Nigrede walked downstairs to the kitchen. She clenched her fists and whispered to herself.

"Perform well, and Lord Droste will reward me later. Ah, that comfortable whip! The hot wax!"

"Lord Droste, please enjoy me to your heart's content. I am the most delicious dish in your bowl. Fry me!"

Nigret went downstairs, and Droste lay on his bed to rest and think.

Among the tenants who have signed contracts so far, only Mrs. Isabel has reached a membership level of 90, while the others are at a relatively low level.

Not to mention that Albedo's belongingness is zero, with almost no movement, while Nicoled's belongingness is indeed increasing, but there has been no movement in the past few days.

Is it really because I treated her as a maid instead of a tenant?
At this rate, there is no telling when all tenants will be able to reach a degree of belonging of 100, not to mention that my rooms and shops are not fully rented out yet.

I don’t want to be the elbow king, I want to be the rent collection king!

However, the gold coins in his pocket were actually enough. He had more than one million gold coins in liquid assets, and he also had surplus points, so he was not in a hurry for the time being.

Just like Miss Albedo, I have actually only met her a few times, so there aren't that many twists and turns because I don't know anything.

However, since Niguled is working as a maid here, you can ask Niguled about her sister's situation later.

While thinking, Droste leaned back on the bed to rest for a while, slowly closed his eyes and emptied his whole body.

I don’t know how much time had passed.

"Lord Droste...? Wake up...Lord Droste?"

Hearing someone calling his name, Droste opened his eyes and saw Nigrede leaning against the door, knocking gently on the wooden door.

Seeing that Droste had woken up, she leaned forward slightly, and the desire for Droste in her eyes was deeply hidden.

"You can eat now, Lord Droste. I have prepared the food. You can eat now."

"Okay, you go down first, I'll go call Phoenix."

"Yes."

Wearing a thick and conservative maid's skirt, Nigret turned around and went downstairs, making soft sounds as she stepped on the wooden stairs.

Droste stretched, walked to Phoenix's door, and said, "Phoenix, it's time to eat. Are you up?"

After a while, Phoenix's voice slowly came from the room.

"Ah, it's Droste. Wait a moment, I'll be right there."

"it is good."

While waiting for Phoenix, Droste stood by the window in the corridor and looked out. At noon, Monk City was bathed in warm sunshine, and the streets were bustling and full of vitality.

The sun shines down from the clear sky, giving the ancient city a golden coat. The tall towers and exquisite sculptures cast long shadows under the light. Noon is one of the busiest times in Monk City, and everyone enjoys life to the fullest at this time.

"All right."

Hearing the door opening, Droste turned around and looked at Phoenix behind him.

Phoenix stood there with her eyes lowered, as if she didn't dare to look Droste in the eye.

She was wearing a sky blue nightgown, the hem of which was loose enough to just cover her calves and upwards.

The delicate calf skin was clearly displayed in front of Droste, and she was wearing a pair of pink slippers.

The smooth and delicate little toes, with white and slightly blue blood vessels on the toes, look like a very delicate work of art.

The girl's flaxen hair was casually draped over her shoulders, showing a natural and unrestrained beauty. Her ears were also furry and trembling, which was very cute. Her pretty face had a very natural and delicate skin, and she was very beautiful even without makeup.

"What... happened?" Phoenix's gaze was a little evasive, not daring to look Droste in the eye.

"It's okay, let's go."

Droste responded, but Phoenix didn't hear it. She saw Droste and remembered what happened yesterday.

What happened yesterday made Phoenix suddenly realize that this world is different, and that the relationship between men and women is different.

Phoenix did not feel uncomfortable doing such things in the theater. Instead, she felt nervous and excited because in such a dim environment, her nervous actions might be discovered by the people around her, or by Mrs. Isabel, at any time.

There is also the opportunity to make crafts for the boy she likes with her own hands. That kind of wonderful and mouth-watering thing seems to have brought a great impact to Phoenix.

So this is an instinctive thing in the human body? So this kind of thing can really promote feelings? Is this the same as the unconscious squeezing of my legs to make myself happy and cheerful?
The confused Phoenix asked this question.

Although she was not sure whether this would be a good thing, Phoenix suddenly felt a sense of companionship as she fought side by side with Droste. Moreover, this was something she and Droste experienced together, which would leave a beautiful and exciting memory in her heart.

"Phoenix... ? Let's go, let's go downstairs to eat." Droste looked at Phoenix standing in front of him, and suddenly became dazed, but a little funny.

"Yeah...Okay...eat...where did the food come from? Did Droste make it?"

Phoenix looked at Droste hopefully.

Drost shook his head and pointed downstairs with a smile: "It wasn't me who did it. It was the pair of sisters in the new store that I told you about last time. The younger sister is helping us with some housework now."

"Probably... She's the maid in our apartment, so to speak."

"Yeah... that's about it, and I'll pay her salary and stuff."

Suddenly, it occurred to him that Nicolede's identity was difficult to explain. He couldn't say that she was sent here to apologize and become a maid because she had offended him. In a moment of desperation, Droste could only tell Phoenix this.

I hope she can believe it. (End of this chapter)