Undercover Infiltration Duchess Chapter 162

Published at 21st of September 2022 07:25:40 AM

I don't have any culture? You have no common sense! (4)

She would say something to read because Ezet was dumbfounded, but now she thinks that's not the point, so she took out a water kettle from the shelf and wet her handkerchief.

“Emperor Peha, cover your nose and mouth with this.”

“The Duchess of Jaxen.”

“If you keep inhaling the smoke, you'll lose consciousness. Lower your body as close to the floor as possible. The smoke goes up.”

“What? There's smoke coming out of the floor.”

“That's just what it looks.”

If the fire spreads on the floor, it is easy to climb up to avoid smoke. But the direction of the smoke is upward. Moreover, this place is indoors. The closer one is to the ceiling, the more smoke they breathe in.

Ezet handed the Empress a wet handkerchief and reached out to Countess Ritten and other ladies.

“Give me your handkerchief. You have to use this to drink, breathe less smoke.”

“What? I'm still frustrated, but it's even more frustrating when you put on a wet handkerchief!”

“Don't nag and give it to me!”

The ladies' eyes opened wide as the irritated Ezet burst out.

“No, my God. What an uncultured…!”

“Yes, I am uncultured! You have no common sense!”

If they weigh the former and the latter, they can say that the latter is much more ignorant.

“Why don't you read a book?”

The ladies, who had always smiled, nodded, or were angry, were embarrassed and looked at each other.

“Countess Ritten, handkerchief, please.”

“But…”

“Hurry up!”

“Yes, yes!”

Countess Ritten, overwhelmed by the force, gave her a handkerchief, accepted the wet cloth, and put it to her nose for a moment, but as the Empress had done. She felt worse because she wrapped her nose in a damp cloth, but strangely, she felt less stuffy inside.

“Do as the Duchess of Jaxen says.”

“Countess Ritten?”

“Come on.”

As Countess Ritten winked, the other ladies held out their handkerchiefs one by one at Ezet.

If you put a wet handkerchief on your face, wouldn't their makeup get smeared? While worried inside, the ladies blinked in wonder that they felt much more comfortable inside.

“If your eyes are sore because of this, press them with a handkerchief and close them.”

In the event of a fire, they only know how to get out according to the butler's guidance, and the ladies, who had never heard of the way to wrap their faces with such a wet handkerchief, followed Ezet's words steadily.

Finally, the Countess of Devon was the first to enter the warehouse and only the last to be found. Even though they were told to stick to the floor, they stood on a stair-shaped cupboard where tea leaves were stored.

“The Countess of Devon, the Marchioness of Barth. Come down. There's smoke on the ceiling.”

Ezet wetted her handkerchief, wrapped her nose and mouth, put an empty water kettle on the floor, and spoke to them.

However, they did not follow Ezet's instructions, only exchanging anxious glances.

“You, the hell…!”

“Duchess of Jaxen, what are you going to do now?”

Ezet, who was about to speak to the two wives, quickly turned to her when asked by the Empress next to her.

“Your Majesty, are there no servants or guards underground? Outside the tea room?”

“Yes, my wife has ordered me to stay out of the basement…”

There was a fire outside, and smoke continued to seep into the warehouse. Fortunately, it will take some time to fill up with smoke thanks to the high ceiling underground, but that doesn't mean they can wait forever wait.

'Strange, why isn't the fire alarm ringing?'

The noble's mansion is equipped with fire protection. This place is not just a mansion, but an Empress' palace, so of course, it will be fitted with a bell and spray water when a fire breaks out, but the alarm does not ring even when this much smoke comes in.

“Your Majesty, where is the fire alarm bell?”

“Fire alarm bell…”

The Empress tilted her head as if she had never heard of such a thing.

“There's no way there isn't. It was in my family, too!”

In the event of a fire, there was also a fire alarm at the mansion of the Harriet Viscount family, where grandmother and Ezet had to go out and put out the fire.

No matter how much the maids and guards were sent out at the ladies' request, the empress and the ladies must have assumed a situation where they spent tea time.

Common sense would be a big deal if a fire broke out in the basement or one place collapsed and trapped. Then, of course, even if there were no followers, thorough measures would have been taken to ensure that the Empress and the ladies could drink tea safely.

“I don't know. I've never heard of it.”

“Oh, my God…”

Ezet felt drained all over her body.

Then does she have to look everywhere? Even so, how can the walls and floors go up to the ceiling?

Ezet looked up at the high ceiling, which seemed five meters long, and giddy closed his eyes.

“Duchess of Jaxen, why don't you ask the Duke of Jaxen for help?”

“What are you talking about? Edmond isn't even here!”

“You are the love of the century, and if you are in danger, will the Duke of Jaxen appear to save you? Because he's the best warrior.”

What nonsense are you talking about in this situation?

However, the eyes of the Empress, who looked at Ezet and said something without tension, were quite severe. Other ladies covered their noses and mouths with handkerchiefs to avoid inhaling smoke and still looked with anxious eyes, and the Empress seemed neither nervous nor anxious at all.

Chapter end