The inspiration for this article comes from the comic book version of my brother jokingly asking Zang Nian to be his butler after he was resurrected.
The Green Witch's Burial Cry is Beautiful
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In the second year of being a princess butler, Death finally figured out something while making tea: what he longed for was not a fragile soul, romantic love, or a regretful memory, but what he longed for was the warm fire on the winter night a few centuries ago, which was the only thing that could make him feel alive.
"Remember to arrange the dishes when cooking" "Remember to tie pearls when braiding your hair" "Don't tell me your vulgar jokes as if they were knowledge"
He turned around and caught a glimpse of Her Royal Highness, wearing a gorgeous old dress, leaning on a chair and reading a newspaper. He suddenly remembered that she did not understand the pronunciation of Victorian English.
Ah, it turns out that the princess has been dead for a long time
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