Chapter 1: A Prayer Beneath the Night
Clatter… clatter… clatter…
A steam train roared across the plains. Its pitch-black body blended into the night, and only the wheels revealed its existence as they crushed the rails in a steady thunder.
Yet this was not an ordinary passenger train. It was the private carriage of the business tycoon Klein Master, traveling tonight toward a northern industrial city together with a batch of special cargo.
The windows were covered by heavy curtains. Only the occasional light leaking through the gaps proved that people were still active inside.
From an unseen angle outside, several black-clad bodyguards stood in every carriage, patrolling and guarding the wooden crates placed along both sides of the corridor.
Click…
Inside the restroom of the last carriage, the lock gently turned.
A tall woman with delicate features stood before the mirror, making a final adjustnt to the maid outfit she wore.
The black-and-white skirt covered her knees. A neat white frilled apron rested over it, and the black boots wrapping her slender feet were polished to a mirror shine.
A strand of white hair fell over the fullness of her chest; she lightly tucked it behind her ear. Her crimson eyes glimred in the dim light.
From her appearance alone, she was clearly a dignified and exquisitely ford maid—the kind every noble household desired, a presence capable of threatening the standing of any noble lady.
But the purpose of her appearance here was not rely cleaning and attending daily needs.
This was Eve’s… well, she had long since lost count of how many missions she had carried out.
She only knew that this ti, her target was nad Klein Master.
His public identity was a successful business tycoon, a rather famous philanthropist, and a devout believer of the Central Church.
But all of that was rely a smokescreen to deceive others. Behind it stood the mastermind of twenty missing-girl cases—a demon who traded living people as commodities.
Thinking of this, Eve concealed the chill in her eyes and put on a faint smile before pushing open the restroom door.
A dining cart was already waiting outside. She had borrowed it from the kitchen carriage half an hour earlier.
The head chef had expressed no objections; he was simply tied up tightly and gagged, lying on the floor and still making muffled whimpers.
In stark contrast to the warmth suggested by the cart, upon it sat a decanted bottle of red wine and a steak that had long gone cold on a porcelain plate.
Eve adjusted her posture, grasped the handle with both hands, and began moving down the carriage corridor.
When she passed the first carriage, the suited bodyguards glanced at her without particular concern.
After all, it was not unusual for an employer to temporarily hire a maid—especially during long journeys, when one might need soone who handled more than daily living needs, and could also suppress certain desires.
As she walked past, Eve lowered her head slightly, displaying appropriate humility, and pushed the cart forward steadily without stopping.
The corridor was narrow because of the wooden crates, allowing only one person to pass, but just enough room for the dining cart.
While passing the second carriage, she heard two bodyguards leaning beside a window, smoking and speaking in low voices. Their topic seed related to tonight’s cargo.
“I heard this batch is good quality…”
“Not our business. We take the money and do the job. Afterward we’ll hit the club and call a couple of models.”
“Shh, soone’s coming.”
They imdiately fell silent and watched the passerby with vigilance. Eve maintained her harmless smile and slowly pushed the cart by as if she had heard nothing.
Even after she disappeared from view, their discussion about the maid could still faintly be heard—vulgar and crude.
Finally, when Eve arrived before the third carriage, two particularly burly bodyguards blocked her path.
“Stop. What’s this?” one asked in a hoarse, unpleasant voice, his pointed head revealing a trained fighter.
“A late-night al and red wine prepared for the gentleman,” Eve replied calmly. “The kitchen chef said Mr. Klein might need sothing to help him sleep tonight.”
The two bodyguards exchanged glances. One began inspecting the cart, lifting the lid, checking the steak, even opening the wine to sll it.
The other sized up the white-haired beauty before him. “Cooperate. A body search.”
Eve obediently raised her arms. The guard’s hands quickly searched her—shoulders, underarms, sides of her waist.
His hand paused briefly at the hem of her skirt. He hesitated whether to check more private areas—the mysterious absolute territory swallowing the thighs and leading to desire.
The maid outfit simply looked… far too standard. It tempted profanation.
In the end, seeing Eve’s gentle smile, he withdrew his hand and straightened his posture with a serious expression. “Clear.”
This was work ti. If he caused trouble due to indulging in beauty, he would not bear the consequences.
The other guard finished inspecting the cart and nodded. Finding nothing unusual, he pulled open the carriage door and stepped aside, allowing Eve to push the cart inside.
“Thank you.”
The steady, magnetic voice was like a soothing ear-cleaning tool from a sleep channel, making both guards break into goosebumps.
And not only goosebumps stood at attention…
They hurriedly shut the carriage door and coughed awkwardly, pretending nothing had happened, each afraid the other would notice his embarrassnt.
“Hey, did you hear that? She just thanked .”
“Bullshit! Stop fantasizing. She was clearly talking to .”
…
Back to Eve’s perspective: before her appeared a lavishly decorated carriage, completely different from the industrial steel structure outside.
Deep red velvet curtains, fully wooden furniture, and brass ornants glead warmly under the lights.
Without effort, one could sll cigars and expensive perfu in the air.
Eve’s gaze swept across the interior briefly before locking firmly onto the figure in the chair.
Klein Master sat in a wide armchair facing the window, wearing a robe and holding a thick book.
It was the Church’s newly revised edition of the 《Bible》. On the table beside him lay a cross made of an unknown material.
Hearing the door open and footsteps approach, he turned his head with a slight frown, displeased at having his routine prayer interrupted.
“Who allowed you to co in?”
Eve did not answer imdiately. She pushed the cart closer and stopped three steps away.
She placed both hands over the apron at her lower abdon and bowed slightly. “Good evening, Mr. Klein.”
Klein set down the Bible, his brow still tense. “Who are you? I don’t recall hiring a traveling maid.”
He glanced at the items on the table. They suited his tastes, but sothing else was more important at the mont.
“Answer my question!”
Under the sharp reprimand, Eve straightened again, the gentle smile still resting upon her face.
Reviews
All reviews (0)