Undercover Infiltration Duchess - Chapter 164
I don’t have any culture? You have no common sense! (6)
It is not a ceramic bowl for dessert, but an iron bowl is a storage container for food and utensils. The ladies all shook their heads and refused to wear a bowl of junk on their heads.
“I told you to use it.”
There is no time now to seize and persuade one by one. Ezet watched the silver wings spinning from the ceiling with a knife, as she would have to be beaten once.
‘I’ve thrown a knife at a fixed target, but I’ve never thrown it at a moving one…….’
If she throws it wrong, it might bounce off the wing.
Ezet picked her breath and focused her mind.
“The Duchess of Jaxen?”
“Don’t talk to me.”
The amber eyes were fixed at a point while chasing the twirling movement of the wings. At that moment, the knife thrown by Ezet penetrated the branches and stuck to the ceiling.
The ladies freaked out and stuck themselves to the wall when they saw a broken piece of wings fall from the ceiling. The knife thrown by Ezet flew completely through the wings, so, fortunately, the piece that fell on the floor was not extensive.
The wings were still tight.
“I’m going to throw it again. Protect your head.”
This time, everyone quickly covered their heads with iron bowls.
‘After all, I have shown you what’s going on properly to listen to my word.’
Ezet hated threatening or frightening someone in this way, but she couldn’t help it because she couldn’t afford to talk her way through it. Why would there be a police officer when the world’s problems are solved?
When she broke the link holding the wings together, the fan wings snapped and fell in two.
“Oh, my God!”
Fortunately, one fell into a space where there was no one, and the other stuck precisely in the middle of the cupboard where Countess Devon was sitting. A piece of the pan might have stabbed her if she hadn’t kept her back close to the wall.
“Hey, hey, you did it on purpose!”
“I have to break one more wing. If you don’t want to get hit, avoid it!”
Countess Devon and the Marchioness of Barth came down from the cupboard, frightened as Ezet picked up another knife. Rather than coming down, they almost slipped and landed on the floor.
She could hear them bouncing on their buttocks, but Ezet didn’t care and smashed the other wing.
Another wing was broken with a sharp rupture. The rattling sound stopped.
Only then did the light green mana stone, which was blocked in the center of the air circulator, shine.
The alarm bells were all connected, and the bells rang one after another over the wall. She heard something whirring with a loud ringtone.
“Oh, my God! What’s this?”
“Everyone, look down! Don’t raise your head!”
Water was sprayed from a fire hydrant installed on the ceiling when the alarm bell rang. Black smoke washed away in cold water like soldiers in an arrow rain.
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It was not until the spilled water covered the hearts of the ladies crouching on the floor that the alarm bell, which had been ringing to the point where their heads hurt, stopped.
Is it over?
Ezet barely looked up and looked at the ceiling. The light green mana stone, which was spinning like a mirror ball when it sounded the alarm, was back in a transparent and clear light as if it had always been like that.
“The lights must have turned off. Now go outside.”
“Duchess of Jaxen, I, I can’t get up…”
“Me too, my skirt…”
Ezet was heavy, too. Not that it wasn’t, but she didn’t think a dress that drank water could get this heavy.
Ezet, who was trying to pull herself up to open the door, sank back in, unable to withstand the formidable weight of the watered Panier. No matter how wet a bird’s wings are, it can’t fly, but it doesn’t have to be this heavy when it’s not flying in the sky.
“I can’t do this. Let’s take off our skirts.”
“What, you’re taking off your skirt?”
Ezet picked up a submerged knife and cut off the strap on the dress that tied it to its waist.
The blade of the dessert knife was not sharp, so it didn’t break well, but when she pulled the wet cloth straight, made it tight, and then gently drew the blade on the sewn part, the stitches were torn apart and suddenly ripped.
“Kya, Duchess of Jaxen!”
“It’s a flood outside the door anyway. You have to open the door and go out to the ground, but it’s uncomfortable to move like this.”
Ezet ripped off the skirt of the dress and took off the pannier. It wasn’t even bare skin because she was wearing underwear and drawers inside anyway.
However, the ladies, who believed that exposing their inner skirts to others was a vulgar act done by ordinary people, were shocked.
“I can’t open the door alone because of the water. Somebody help me.”
“Ha, but how can I take off my skirt…”
“So you’re going to sit in the water all the time? You might catch a cold.”
The water in the hydrant is not bathwater. The water stored simply to extinguish the fire was extremely cold, not considering reaching the human body.
In addition, it was painful and uncomfortable to curl up all over the body so as not to inhale smoke, and the ladies only looked at each other.
“Duchess of Jaxen, can’t we just wait here?”
“Yes, the bell rang, didn’t it? The rescue team will be here.”
“What if someone sees you in an underskirt when there might be a man in the rescue team?”
Ezet was amazed. Are these people still unable to grasp the situation?
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