"Shelter?" Luo Qiu sized up Lamias at this moment.
Of course, it wasn't because this request was particularly strange—in fact, similar requests had appeared many times in the past transaction ledgers of the Shop… though the one handling them was naturally the previous proprietor.
Boss Luo had never once seriously carried out a transaction of this [Shelter] type.
The Maid showed no expression at all, as if she hadn't heard Lamias's request.
"Yes, shelter." Seeing that this mansion's owner didn't reject her outright, Lamias hurriedly nodded. "Of course, the shelter isn't absolute. If you encounter something beyond your own capability, I'll leave directly, or… you can hand me over directly as well, that's fine."
The Maid was slightly surprised at this moment and actually looked Lamias straight in the eye.
Shelter, and limited shelter… this woman was playing the role of a pitiful, persecuted victim who didn't even dare hope for help.
The humble act looked extremely professional.
