Her gaze lingered on Kais for a moment before she walked over to her own chair and picked it up.

  Under Gaius's uncomprehending gaze, Cynthia moved the chair to his side and placed it beside his right hand.

  "Good morning, sorry for keeping you waiting."

  Cynthia smoothed out her skirt and sat down elegantly with a smile.

  Caius didn't express any dissatisfaction with her actions, but instead gave her a light glance, "You've slept for 10 hours, it's almost noon."

  His flawless face still had a hint of disdain, probably because he was disgusted that she could sleep so much like a pig.

  Cynthia glanced up at the gloomy sky above her head, then stuck out her tongue, "Had a nice dream, and accidentally overslept."

  Joe brought her a breakfast tray with scrambled eggs and whole wheat toast, along with a steaming cup of milk and a small ceramic dish of flavored honey.

  What a sumptuous breakfast.

  "Thank you." Cynthia lifted her head and gave her a perfect smile.

  Back to the days when there are people serving me, it's great.

  Qiao didn't respond to her friendly smile at all, and after serving the meal, she left with a cold face. She really inherited Kayser's true tradition in terms of being expressionless.

  Cynthia didn't get upset even after hitting a small nail, she tore open the roasted palm-sized wheat bread from the middle, then used a fork to pick up the fried eggs and stuffed them in, and only stopped when she picked up a sausage from the public plate in front of her and put it in her mouth.

  The way of eating like a stacked pagoda was unpalatable in Kaysers' eyes.

  Even when she directly devoured half a loaf of bread, he still sank his face and said in an unbearable tone: "Have I starved you?"

  Cynthia gave him a "you just realized" expression with great exaggeration.

  She ate almost half of this homemade hamburger before she had an empty mouth and a resentful face said:

  "When we were in the XC district, you didn't give me a single penny. I had to sell my blessed gold coins just to eat at Donne's restaurant, and you know how bad their cooking is."

  Cynthia paused for a moment, took another bite of bread and said: "Although I also cook myself, you know that's not very delicious."

  As she spoke, she became more and more aggrieved, even the breakfast in her mouth didn't taste good anymore.

  Kairos furrowed his brow after hearing her accusation, his expression becoming strange.

  Apparently he himself also thought seriously for a moment, and then found that from the time he met Cynthia until now, he had indeed never given her a single penny.

  "You're really troublesome." He muttered.

  Cynthia's brow furrowed at Kael's frown, and she felt a twinge of anxiety. She put down the breakfast in her hand, wiped it with a handkerchief beside her, and said reluctantly, "I didn't mean to..."

  Before he could finish saying "I want money from you", something came flying over in a parabola from Kael's direction.

  She reflexively raised her hand to receive it, and the object she touched was an icy cold thing. When Cynthia brought it in front of her eyes, she found that it was a silver key.

  She curiously looked at Karius with a cold face and asked: "Where is this key from?"

  "The basement, just across from where you went to view the gift." Kyrios gazed at her with a look of distaste as she held out the key in her small hand, and then spoke in a commanding tone: "Now, use your knife and fork."

  Basement?

  Treasure?

  His wealth gathering place, is it possible to understand it this way!

  Cynthia's sapphire-like blue eyes lit up several degrees in an instant.

  Even the gloomy sky outside, she felt that the sunlight hidden in the dark clouds was brilliant, the trees outside the castle were lush and green, everything was full of vitality.

  She carefully tucked the key into a small pocket hidden in her black skirt, patted it gently with her hand, then straightened up and elegantly picked up her knife and fork, deliberately cutting off a small piece of bread crust from her homemade hamburger and stuffing it into her mouth.

  His demeanor had indeed become more elegant, but Kairos' eyebrows, which had just smoothed out, furrowed again.

  She was so delicate and made-up but her eating speed didn't slow down at all, and she finished two breads and two fried eggs in just a short while.

  At this rate, she plans to add two more.

  The breakfast in front of Kayus remained untouched, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. He seemed to have reached his limit, saying in a hard tone: "Alright, Cynthia, breakfast time is over."

  Cynthia was just frozen in place after marveling that Jo's cooking skills were even better than Alf's.

  She hasn't eaten for a long time since she threw up yesterday...

  Isn't it elegant enough?

  In response to her puzzled gaze, Kael only replied in a cold tone, "Do you want to ruin your stomach?"

  Is she afraid of getting bloated from eating so much at once?

  Cynthia patted her own belly, which was already quite full, and thought that since she had just crossed over for the first time, it wasn't right to be too greedy with good food.

  She obediently put down the knife and said, "I'm not eating anymore."

  She looked at the table in front of Kael again, and the breakfast plate was untouched, with only a cup of wine having been drunk halfway.

  "Why aren't you eating? Did I affect your appetite?"

  "Eating has no meaning for me." Kael rose from his chair and moved it back.

  For him, eating has no meaning, what's the point of wasting time having breakfast with her?

  Weird guy...

  As he was about to leave, Cynthia hurriedly said: "I need to use your carriage today and go with Anthony to the DC area. You know, I want to handle those sisters myself."

  "They belong to you."

  He quickly dropped a sentence and his footsteps did not stop, soon disappeared on the platform.

  He didn't care what she did with those two sisters, he just treated them as her playthings.

  Cynthia poured honey into the milk cup, shook it and drank half a cup, then wiped her mouth elegantly and got up, walking down the stairs with light and quick steps.

  She couldn't wait to see how much property Karius had.

  Downstairs, she picked up an oil lamp at the foot of the stairs and returned to that dark place.

  There was still a faint and weak sobbing sound in her ears.

  The light in Cynthia's hand penetrated through that wooden door, and Elisa's painful groans grew louder.

  The tone made her footsteps slow down a bit, but she still ignored that door and walked straight forward.

  The dark ground was still damp, and Cynthia finally reached the end.

  A cellar door with a height of three or four meters looks quite large in scale.

  She took out the silver key with an expectant look and inserted it into the lock, turning it.

  A dull, old-fashioned gear sound is turning.

  The large gate slowly opened, and the wall lamps inside automatically lit up. A cluster of flames extended, one after another, until the entire basement was illuminated.

  Inside the eye are boxes stacked up like a pyramid, one on top of another, each box unlocked, merely latched shut.