Should I raise you too?

Should I raise you too?

Author: Page Lost

Summary:

Miss Elisa noticed that her newly hired male servant was a bit strange.

The male servant's name was Simon. Above his head was a light screen displaying attributes such as mood and energy, with corresponding numerical values.

As long as Elisa gives gifts and meets the requirements, the corresponding stats will increase, and she can also arrange for the male servants to take courses and gain special skills.

Miss Elisa, who had never played a simulation game before, quickly became addicted to it.

"Raise my intimacy level!"

"How can it still be going down! Raise it back up, or I'll stab you to death!"

……

Having transmigrated into a perilous game world, Simon decisively created the "Strongest Male Servant Development System" and bound it to the female protagonist, Elisa.

"How should we tease the young lady today?"

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Chapter 1 The Strongest Male Servant Training Plan

What is that thing?

Elisa stood on the bedroom balcony, leaning against the white cast-iron railing, gazing at the courtyard below. On the neatly trimmed lawn, a newly hired male servant was pruning the bushes.

The valet's movements were swift and decisive; his 16-pound annual salary was well spent, but that's not the point.

The key question is, why is there a semi-transparent light screen above the other person's head?

There seemed to be text on the light screen, but it was too far away to see clearly.

What kind of technique is this? A text message? Could it be a warning from the enemy?

As Elisa hesitated whether to use Eagle Eye to take a look, the light screen seemed to sense her gaze, suddenly detached from the servant's head, and flew towards her.

She instinctively retreated into the bedroom, closed the glass door with her toes, and the light curtain penetrated the glass, following her into the room.

Not a physical entity? Elisa frowned.

She raised her right hand, and blood flowed from her fingertips, transforming into a blood sword that pierced the eerie light barrier.

Her blood possessed magic, capable of dispelling evil spirits, but the blood sword still passed through the light barrier after touching it, embedding itself in the wall and destroying the landscape painting on it.

Before she could even feel sorry for the oil painting, Elisa retreated repeatedly, more blood spilling from her fingertips, turning into droplets that rushed towards the eerie light screen.

After a loud bang, her bedside table was riddled with holes, but the light screen remained unharmed.

Even if it's a light and shadow illusion, it should distort and fluctuate a bit. Could it be a mental spell? But that's impossible; her mind is protected by a divine artifact.

As she watched anxiously, the light screen came to her and stopped.

Wasn't the plan to attack?

Elisa breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Miss," the bedroom door suddenly opened, and the head maid walked in, her gaze sweeping over the messy bedroom. She asked in confusion, "What happened?"

"I didn't ask about the light screen, can't she see it?" Elisa wondered.

"It's nothing." She didn't make a fuss and decided to wait and see. "I'll go have some tea first. You can tidy up the house."

"Yes." The head maid went out to get the cleaning supplies.

Elisa walked into the living room, sipped the black tea served by the maid, calmed herself down, and looked at the light screen in front of her.

The light screen is made of a peculiar material; it is not a solid object but has the visual effect of one. It is covered with several lines of text.

Next to the text is a bust of a boy. The bust is so lifelike that it is neither a painting nor a photograph. A photograph is only black and white, while the bust is in color.

The more I look at this bust, the more it resembles the male servant from the courtyard.

What exactly is this thing?

Elisa took a sip of red tea to calm herself down and looked at the text.

Welcome to "The Strongest Male Servant Training Project"

The Ultimate Male Servant Training Program? What does that mean?

Elisa understood each word individually, but when combined, they left her bewildered, much like a math problem in college where she recognized each number and symbol, but the resulting formula was completely incomprehensible.

She tried to decipher it, and the key word should be "cultivation," a term she had heard before.

Recently, it has become fashionable among nobles to train maids to accompany them in bed from a young age, with the training lasting for more than ten years, to demonstrate the long-term prosperity of their families. Nouveau riche, on the other hand, cannot do this.

Is this how you turn yourself into a male servant who accompanies you to bed?

No, the special meaning of the word "cultivate" has only emerged in recent years; its original meaning was simply to nurture.

Moreover, the male servant was already a teenager, which did not fit the special meaning of "raising".

Besides "cultivation," there's also the word "strongest." Is this how you cultivate powerful subordinates?

Elisa took a bite of the cake and continued reading.

Character: Simon

Simon, I think that's the name of the male servant.

"Intimacy Level: 2"

Intimacy? I only know about temperature, humidity, and angle.

Literally, it's a measure of intimacy? Who wants to be intimate with a male servant?!

No, in the old aristocratic world, servants were also members of the family, considered peripheral family members. This level of intimacy might refer to their recognition and loyalty to the family and their master.

That male servant's loyalty to me is only 2!

I've offered you a full £16 annual salary!

Elisa took a big gulp of her red tea and then looked at all the numerical data in one go.

Mood: 26↓/100 (Melancholy)

Energy: 21↓/100 (Fatigue)

"Health: 97/100 (Excellent)"

"Money: 5 shillings"

"Note: The work of pruning the bushes is continuously lowering Simon's mood and energy levels. Please intervene in time, otherwise it will reduce the character's intimacy level."

This seemed to be a quantifiable state of the human body, somewhat like a mental health check-up. Elisa pondered.

She stared at her remaining twenty-odd "mood" and "energy" and slowed down her chewing of the biscuit, feeling a pang of guilt.

If the maximum value is 100, then 20 is a very low value. Is the work of a male servant really this hard?

Thinking about it this way, it's not surprising that the intimacy level is only 2. In this environment, which is comparable to that of black slaves, who can develop intimacy with the slave owner?

Elisa, Elisa, you clearly hated those domineering slave owners the most, how did you become one of them!

Elisa turned to the maid beside her and said she wanted to give Simon a paid vacation.

She stopped herself from speaking.

I haven't finished reading the text on the screen yet. I'll give the orders all at once after I've read it all.

She continued reading the next set of text, which contained no numerical values.

She glanced at the beginning first, "Specialty".

The specialty should be the skills of a male servant. Elisa was very curious about what kind of skills her male servant, who earned a salary of 16 pounds a year, had.

Specialty: Best Employee

That skill sounds amazing!

Could it be that my 16 pounds were a bargain? Should I give him a raise or bonus? Oh, and there's the holiday too.

The words "Best Employee" were twinkling with starlight. Elisa tried clicking on it, and a small light screen popped up on the main screen.

On the small screen, there was an explanation.

Specialty: Best Employee

"Skill 1: Workplace Sense (able to detect superiors' gaze and notice subtle shifts in workplace dynamics)"

Being able to sense the master's gaze and serve the master promptly is an essential ability for a servant, but why does this description seem a bit strange?

Elisa continued reading, her hand holding the teacup freezing in place.

"Ability 2: Corporate Slave State (Activated after work sense is triggered, automatically enters perfect work state, appropriately shows fatigue, energy and mood drop significantly, slightly increases the boss's pity, and has a chance to trigger extra bonuses and extra vacation)"

It wasn't that it had a chance of triggering; it almost did!

I've been reflecting on whether I'm a slave owner, but it turns out you were just pretending!