Two Women

"Yes, well, please come with me and you'll have a place to rest." Steward Trick followed Erin's gaze to her hand, which was still oozing blood. It had to be said that Baron Thomas had given her quite a "lesson"; but in other words, it was also a kind of honour, wasn't it? After all, there weren't many people who could fight Lord Thomas face to face.

"Where to?" Erin's head was still a bit confused, she didn't want to believe in the fact of travelling across, but this castle she was in now gave her a real feeling everywhere, the only thing she wished for in her heart was to be able to get some sleep, maybe this really was a dream.

"Go to ...," Trick thought for a moment, while also noticing that Erin was clearly not acting as energetic as she had just been, and even now Erin was in a bit of a tired state, so he thought for a moment before answering, "Just go to the kitchen. "

"Well, let's see what happens first." Erin nodded, not really having much of an issue with whether it was the kitchen or the bedroom that she was going to now, her only hope was that she didn't actually fall into some kind of temporal vortex and land in 13th century Ireland in one fell swoop for good measure.

Although she'd heard that Ireland had beautiful scenery and the perfect love that made teenage girls long for the craziest things, she'd rather be travelling over on a plane with her passport and ticket in hand, rather than such a bizarre tumble from a 21st-century Chinese high-rise due to a broken safety rope.

Steward Trick led the way, passing through a door at the end of the corridor, up a stone-paved path, and then through another small door into a small, two-storey building at the back of what had been the castle. This small building didn't have the splendour of a castle from the outside, and looked like a simple appendage.

And as soon as Erin came in through the small door along with Trick, she felt that the place was unusually stuffy, and because the number of candles was significantly less, even what exactly the hall on the ground floor of this small building looked like Erin didn't get a clear view of it all at once.

Instead, Irene immediately took in the person who greeted her - a stout, burly woman! Dressed in a black tutu with a white apron around her waist, the kind of white apron often worn by Western maids on television, her hair was neatly combed back, but there was no sign of the lovely white lace bonnet. Butler Trick called her "Mrs Cooley".

"Oh, lovely Steward Trick, what are you doing bringing this girl here? As I said, the kitchen is no longer short of people." Mrs Cooley stuck her hands on her hips, that already stout figure looking even more imposing because of that loud speaking voice.

"I was thinking that a job here might suit her better, and you should be able to find her a suitable dress here. Lord Thomas ordered it, to give her a proper dress." Tricky avoided the question, ignoring Mrs Cooley's comment about the staff being full, instead inviting Thomas to come and push Erin's shoulder a little towards Mrs Cooley, hoping that Mrs Cooley would notice Erin's very unsuitable clothes at the moment.

"Oh my, what is this girl wearing! Your mother did not teach you, can not go out directly wearing underwear? A little bit of shame do not understand, nowadays the girl all day think is how to climb on the man's wear, as far as the clothes ... are going to take off anyway, is not the less you wear the better?" Mrs Cooley's voice rose a few degrees higher, and she roared a little nervously. And while commenting on Irene in such a mean way, the pair of not very shrewd eyes looked Irene up and down several times.

"Snap! Don't you dare insult my mum." With a crunching sound, Erin had raised her hand and slapped Mrs Cooley, while glaring with a very determined and also very angry look at Mrs Cooley, who was much taller than she was and weighed two of her weight in front of her; she could have the guts to have a little fight with a man with a sword, and more than that, she couldn't tolerate someone insulting her mother.

"Oh my God, you damned girl, how dare you hit me!" Mrs Cooley, who had been so high and mighty in the last moment, flinched for a moment after receiving the slap, and then howled loudly, so loudly that it was estimated that this whole small building would be shaken by her.

Then, Irene and Trick can hear the "rustling" sound, and the wooden stairs "creaking" sound, obviously someone is approaching this side, seems to be intended to watch the fun, but here is too dark, only the centre of the hall there is a small oil lamp, so They could only hear the footsteps of people, but could not see how many people came to watch the fun.

"Mrs Cooley, you're shouting too loud. I think what the young lady needs more than anything else right now is a set of clothes, a dinner, and a bed." Butler Trick didn't pursue the matter of Irene's handshake, nor did he offer condolences to Mrs Cooley's bad mood after being slapped. In Trick's opinion, the exchange of words between the two could not have been more normal, this Oriental maiden had dared to make a move against Lord Baron Thomas, and there was nothing strange about giving this cook a slap.

But on the other hand, Tetrick was not helping Irene, but was intentionally trying to put the conflict aside; this might intensify the conflict, and there was nothing wrong with intensifying the conflict between the maids, as someone had to be in charge, either Mrs Cooley or one of the other kitchen wives or the Oriental girl in front of ..., and only the one who had risen to the top by "strength" could have the power to speak. The Oriental girl in front of , and only by the "strength" to climb up the person, have the ability to say.

"Oh my, oh my! You little girl remember me." Mrs Cooley was still screaming nervously, but as she did so her footsteps involuntarily took a step back, while the contemptuous look she had just given had been changed to one of malice, and she was staring intently at Irene.

"Well, that's long enough for the noise, shut up Mrs Cooley." The remembrance of another female voice, full of speech but with a touch of seriousness in the otherwise calm voice, was followed by a woman coming out from the other end of the hall, getting closer and closer to the oil lamp in the centre before Irene could see it clearly, the same woman in a black tutu with a white apron around her waist.

But this woman's was thin, though almost the same height as Mrs. Cooley's, as if she were as fine and thin as Irene's, so that her fleshless cheeks carried a sort of stereotype; it was her hair, which was brown with large wavy ringlets, and not coiled at the back of her head in a single unruly strand like Mrs. Cooley's, and her eyes were grey, and didn't look quite so shrewd as Mrs. Cooley's blue ones, but they carried a sort of something called deepness.

Glancing at Erin, the thin woman introduced herself, "I'm Lola, please follow me." There was no claim to be Mrs What's-Her-Name, and her tone and inflection were as stereotypical as her face.