The Exiled Lord: My Maid is a Battle Goddess

Chapter 206: A successful undercover operation—but not entirely

"I will."

Phield shrugged, thinking to himself, Simon, that greedy devil—sooner or later, he’ll come clawing to take everything.

"Go on then. Need me to guide you?"

Florine raised a delicate brow.

"We... don’t really know how... never done this before... massages and foot rubbing, right? Just that..."

Brinda muttered under her breath, on the verge of tears.

"At this rate, this ’honey trap’ is going to cost us everything."

Miriam felt utterly helpless. But at this point, she gritted her teeth. For the sake of overthrowing the empire, I can treat this like a serious injury. I’m even willing to give my life—what’s this compared to that?

At first, both of them instinctively resisted. But gradually, they grew accustomed to it.

They engaged in a thorough, step-by-step "discussion" and eventually reached a consensus.

They were only massaging his shoulders. Nothing else.

"Will this lead to having children..."

Miriam’s pupils trembled violently. She resisted instinctively, but soon her thoughts blurred. Having babies... that’s good... have more... when they grow up, they can become the backbone of overthrowing the empire... that’s perfect... hehe...

Nobles should be kneeling before someone as noble as me—not making me suffer like this. I’ll bite you alive.

Brinda cursed wildly in her heart, but for the sake of her companions, she endured. Yet her gaze gradually lost focus, her speech slurring. "Nobles... good people... ah..."

After a full day of "discussing" massage techniques—

"My head hurts... does this count as a defeat animation? Probably not. There wasn’t even a battle—just the animation. Still... they were both pure before this. This bedsheet is quite collectible."

Phield folded up the blood-stained bedsheet, stretched his joints, his whole body aching. If their lord finds out, will he die of anger? I had no choice—if I didn’t help them keep up the act, it would’ve turned into a full-blown fight.

"Sigh... I’m truly great. Sacrificing myself like this."

Phield shamelessly praised himself.

Florine wiped the corner of her mouth, casting him a flirtatious glance. "Dear baron, you are truly the most knowledgeable man I’ve ever met. Shall we try as well?"

"That’s enough."

Phield immediately stopped her, shuddering as his legs nearly gave out. He refused without hesitation. "I don’t have a death wish. You’re a dangerous woman."

"Oh, listen to you." Florine giggled. "How could I ever bear to harm our adorable Baron Phield? So, my lord, what are your plans next? Why not come visit my estate?"

"No. I rarely get the chance to relax—I intend to enjoy myself. Don’t disturb me."

Phield returned to a serious expression. After all, his main purpose here was to deal with Adrian’s threat.

"Very well. Enjoy yourself."

Florine shrugged, her face full of regret. She tossed him a teasing look before turning and leaving.

"We... we’ll be going too."

Miriam and Brinda, their minds still dazed from "work," barely managed to gather a shred of clarity. Remembering their cover, they prepared to leave as well.

Just as they reached the door, Phield cleared his throat lightly. "You forgot your payment."

Since they wanted to keep up the act, Phield generously played along.

One gold coin each.

"That should be enough, right?"

"Uh..."

Holding the coins, the two of them felt as though they were burning their hands. For a moment, they didn’t know what to do.

They had come to assassinate a noble—and somehow it had turned into this.

Fortunately, Miriam suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Reason overcame emotion. Her plan was to gain Phield’s trust and attend the underground ball with him.

The humiliation... she would repay it a hundredfold after she had used him. Miriam swore silently.

Now was the perfect chance to earn his trust. Suppressing her discomfort, Miriam spoke in a pitiful tone, "My lord... would you be willing to take us in?"

Her worn, fragile appearance, paired with eyes as soft as autumn water, made her utterly pitiable.

"Why would you suddenly say something like that?"

Phield immediately grew wary.

"We’re from Hurricane Province. There’s famine back home—we had no way to survive, so we were forced down this path."

Miriam clenched her fists, like someone mustering all her courage. "Please take us in, my lord. No one has touched us before. We only wish for proper work."

"Oh?"

Phield grew even more puzzled.

In his view, these two Divine Chosen had come to Maple Leaf City and humbled themselves like this—surely their target was Simon. So why were they attaching themselves to him instead?

Makes no sense. I’ve kept such a low profile—I haven’t even offended anyone.

Rubbing his chin, Phield pondered for a moment. He wasn’t someone who liked being passive. Suppressing his curiosity, he had already formed a ruthless plan. Smiling, he said, "Fine. You may stay as maids. The famine in the western regions... troubles me deeply."

"Yes, my lord."

Miriam quickly pulled along the still-dazed Brinda, and the two of them bowed together, secretly delighted. The process was terrible, but infiltrating successfully is what matters. Just as rumored... Phield is exactly as described.

Though judging by their expressions, they looked completely forced.

"Since you’re now my maids, let me explain the rules—"

Phield sat down and was about to speak, but the sour scent of sweat mixed with their natural fragrance hit him, making him sneeze. He waved his hand. "Go take a bath first. I’ll explain everything afterward."

"Yes..."

The two of them, mortified, fled into the bathroom as if escaping.

"Now this is interesting. Divine Chosen from another faction—if I don’t make use of them, what a waste. Especially when they harbor hostility toward me."

Thinking of their companions, Phield couldn’t relax.

With a thought, a corrupted black crow flew out from the second-floor room.

After circling once, it found Ashina, who was gathering intelligence.

"My lord, you’re done? Does that mean it’s my turn now?" Ashina’s eyes sparkled.

"I need you to capture a few people and hold them at the outpost outside the city. They may have important intelligence. The previous tenants—and that scar-faced man."

"Understood. I still remember their scent."

At the mention of serious business, a trace of bloodlust flashed in Ashina’s eyes.

"My black crow will assist you in interrogating them."

Phield remained calm. He wouldn’t let a single pleasant accident cloud his judgment.

Potential threats should be dealt with immediately—not delayed.

Which faction are they from? Doesn’t matter for now. If they pose a threat to my safety, they shouldn’t blame me for being ruthless.

Ashina moved swiftly. Taking five cavalrymen with her, she knocked out the rebel intelligence agents and the scar-faced man in the shortest time possible, then transported them to the designated location.

Meanwhile, the two Divine Chosen from Night Owl were still bathing, completely unaware that the intelligence agents they had risked everything to protect had already been captured.

Outside Maple Leaf City—the outpost.

Almost every time Phield came to Maple Leaf City, he would reserve this remote location.

"Splash—"

A bucket of cold water was dumped over them. The four captured rebel agents all came to at once.

"Where am I?"

The scar-faced man felt as though his entire body had been run over by a train—every inch of him ached. He forced his eyes open, seeing only darkness... and several pairs of crimson eyes.

Looking around, he saw the other agents bound to torture frames.

"You’re in hell."

The cavalry captain, Kai, stepped out of the darkness. Without wasting a word, he clenched his fist and immediately began beating them. "Talk or not? Talk or not?!"