Isaac stared at her blankly, his lips twitching. What the hell was going on during ancient times?
"So, Master, we can work under you, right?" Priscilla asked.
Isaac glanced at the rest of the maids.
Their faces were tense, and their eyes watched him carefully, full of anxiousness.
They seemed worried that he might actually refuse.
He thought it over.
They had nowhere to go.
Their ancient mindset and way of life would make it impossible to fit into modern society.
Even if he wanted to push them away, what would they do? Wander around aimlessly, confused and likely hunted or get taken advantage of?
He exhaled through his nose and gave a small nod. "Okay."
As soon as the word left his mouth, Priscilla turned her head sharply toward two maids standing behind her and gave a single nod.
In the blink of an eye, they blurred and disappeared.
Isaac frowned. "Where did they go?"
