Chapter 988 - 291: Blitzkrieg (10K)

Only a dozen or so steps, Land quickly climbed up, immediately feeling somewhat out of breath.

Reaching the entrance of the bathroom, he listened to the sound of Master Zok and the maid playing inside.

Land’s heart relaxed slightly.

Although Guard Captain Walter didn’t tell him the reason why Master Zok asked to see him.

But from the cheerful atmosphere in the bathroom, it was obvious that it wasn’t anything serious.

Land regulated his breathing, put on a customary smile, and with a firm step, walked into the bathroom.

The air was filled with steam, and there was a lingering scent of incense.

Land quickly scanned the bathroom with his eyes.

In the bathtub, Master Zok was being attended to by two maids, soaking in the bath.

One of the maids was even being held on Master Zok’s lap.

Master Zok’s hands were roaming over the maid’s body.

It was clear.

The sounds of playful banter he heard were from the mouths of the maids.

Taking in the scene, Land quickly lowered his head, speaking with pure deference.

"Master, Guard Captain Walter informed me that you have business with me..."

Hearing Land’s words, Zok in the bathtub didn’t turn his head at all.

His eyes remained fixed on the smooth, fair complexion of the maid in front of him.

Words sounded from Zok’s mouth, calm and indifferent.

"Slap yourself thirty times, and then you may leave."

Hearing Zok’s words, Land, standing five or six meters away, was immediately taken aback.

He asked, somewhat confused, "Master... Did Land do something wrong?"

It wasn’t just Land.

The two maids attending to Zok also wore looks of surprise on their faces.

Zok’s tone shifted, almost as if questioning, "What?"

"Is my word not effective?"

"If you’re unwilling to slap yourself, then I can only order the guards to come..."

Startled, Land hurriedly began to explain.

"Master, you misunderstand, Land... Land will slap himself now..."

As his words fell, Land slowly raised his hands.

He looked at his palms, his arms trembling slightly, but he couldn’t bring himself to act.

Zok glanced at him, "I don’t like repeating myself!"

Feeling the coldness in Zok’s words, Land dared not hesitate any longer.

He swung his right hand, striking his own cheek.

Slap~

Perhaps due to the excessive force, the crisp sound echoed in the bathroom as soon as his hand landed.

A scarlet handprint instantly appeared on Land’s cheek.

Feeling the swelling and burning pain on his cheek, Land’s breath quickened, eyes bulging.

A strong hatred surged in his heart.

Clearly, Master Zok was in a very good mood.

He had just returned to the bedroom with a young maid he purchased.

Now, he was frolicking with the maid in the bathtub...

But why did Master Zok want him to slap himself?

And a full thirty times at that?

Walter’s face immediately flashed in Land’s mind.

During the time after Master Zok went upstairs, only Walter had met with him.

It must be him who said something bad about him to Master Zok!

Thinking of this.

The hatred in Land’s heart toward Walter grew even stronger.

Even with his heart full of hatred, he dared not hesitate in his actions.

Because it was a direct command from Master Zok, the Manor Lord.

Even though he was now the butler of Master Zok’s manor.

He was still just an asset owned by Master Zok.

Not to mention slapping himself, even if he were to be hanged on a gallows, it would be lawful and legitimate!

Slap~ Slap~ Slap~

Land used both hands alternately, striking his own cheeks continuously.

After eight or nine slaps.

Land’s cheeks began to swell and turn red, with streams of blood trickling down from the corners of his mouth.

Land’s body trembled uncontrollably.

In the bathtub, Zok wrapped his right hand around the maid’s waist, placing it on her back.

While kneading, enjoying the comfort his palm felt.

While waiting for Land to finish slapping himself.

After about a minute.

The crisp sounds of slaps in the bathroom finally stopped.

By this time, Land’s cheeks were swollen, as if he had stuffed two buns in his mouth.

His eyes were filled with tremors, tears streaming continuously, and with his body trembling endlessly...

He looked like a completely different person from the one in the first-floor hall earlier.

Upon hearing the sounds stop, Zok turned his gaze towards Land, who was far away.

Despite Land’s condition.

Zok’s expression remained unchanged.

He asked in a low voice, "Thirty slaps, finished?"

A somewhat muffled response came from Land’s swollen mouth.

"Mas... Master, finished."

The two maids attending to Zok couldn’t help but cast a peculiar glance at Land.

That glance was filled with ridicule and indifference.

Because they had suffered enough from Land’s coercion and harshness!

Zok continued to ask, "Do you know why I asked you to slap yourself?"

Land’s eyes were full of confusion, and his swollen mouth moved a few times, trying to respond.

Yet he found that due to the excessive force of the slaps, his whole cheek was numb.

He had to exert all his strength to open his mouth and respond.

"Master... What did Land not do well?"

Zok shook his head, speaking coldly, "No, you did very well."

"It’s just because you did too well, you overstepped your bounds..."