[[[cp|w:892|h:600|a:l|u:/chapters/20147/4/31633256354007759531]]]] Red Devil Pavilion, located on the north shore of the Lake of Fog, is a classical mansion courtyard with red as the main color and covers an area of thousands of square meters, with a bell tower with a spire on the left, but it seems that it has not played a role for decades, and the tower-like hall in the middle is like a shrunken and elongated castle, which is the main building of the Red Devil Pavilion, covering an area and the largest volume, The main entrance hall, the banquet hall, the master bedroom, and most of the guest rooms are housed, and there are scattered flat-roofed apartment houses around the main body of the building in the courtyard, as for the role, I don't know much about the role, many trees are planted on the east side of the wall of the Red Devil Pavilion, and there is a pavilion under the shade, which is probably used as a place for afternoon tea, but because the vampire lady is less active during the day, the pavilion is often occupied by me and Miss Nanyao Witch. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The door of the Red Devil Pavilion is open all the year round, they don't seem to be worried about trespassers, we walked into the door, and I saw Patchouli and Miss Remilia drinking tea and chatting under the gazebo, Miss Red Misuzu dressed as a disobedient maid stood aside, sometimes pouring tea and sometimes interjecting to chat, I didn't see the little devil, probably cleaning in the library, but Miss Flandrew, who I didn't often meet, was having fun with a few leather balls on the grass, and today seemed to be a rare second lady's windy day.

"It turned out to be Miss Alice's arrival." Remilia, the owner of the Red Devil Pavilion, stood up to welcome.

"Miss Remilia, and Miss Vanilla, good morning."

"Alice, can't you change your name?" Patchouli said with a little dissatisfaction.

"Why? I think vanilla suits you perfectly, and if the Red Devil Pavilion smells of blood everywhere, aren't you afraid to give people the impression that they don't want to get close? Decorate the Red Devil Pavilion with fresh air, and the atmosphere will be different. ”

Miss Lori giggled on the side, while sipping a cup of overly red black tea, the color is obviously different from Patchouli's cup, worthy of the eldest lady who has just received my slimy evaluation.

The short witch, whom I likened to fresh air, swung her teacup on the stone table and said, "Let's not say that Remi welcomes strange visitors or not, where can you smell blood here?" Did you create a new nose because your research didn't get the results you expected? ”

If it had been a few days ago, I might have replied directly: "It's better than you can't replace two bronchial tubes after a hundred years of research." Then he continued to be saluted by the witch: "Really? Why don't you use your research results to help me change? Something like that.

Then the boring and elegant quarrel continued, and the day was empty when the leisurely Miss Lori and the maid Miss Hong Meiling, who kept a steady smile, watched together.

However, how could Miss Alice, who was in a good mood and had just bullied Lori Ice Essence inside and out, care about such a trivial matter, so I ignored Miss Witch's prickly greeting and said, "A pair of vampires living in the red mansion is enough blood, and Miss Pache will respect your opinion if she doesn't like vanilla, but I still reserve the opinion that this is a good name." ”

"Oh? It's not like the usual stubborn puppeteer, Miss Alice, to compromise so quickly," said Pache who looked at me in surprise, "I have already said that it is very unappetizing to translate Pache into another language and then use it as a title. ”

"You don't look like a cultural chauvinist, and what type of language do you think we use to communicate?"

In fact, as a magician, mastering almost all European, North African, and Central and Western Asian languages is a relatively important spiritual course, and even lazy magicians are proficient in at least all European languages, so the communication between magicians is not in a fixed language, but will be used according to the meaning of the expression in all languages. Even with only two magicians, after a period of communication, it sounded like dozens of people were strangely expressing their opinions in their own language.

"It's not that I'm rejecting East Asian languages, it's just that I'm interested in fully understanding the language and the cultural temperament that comes with it, and I don't like to hear myself labeled as it."

"Hah...... It is conservatively estimated that it has been half a century, and it is too long to be uninterested. ”

Remilia said as if in the know, "Hmph, Patchy was only greeted once by Yakumo Murasaki in a Japanese way - although no Japanese can play with their own things like Yakumo. ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Probably an intellectual from a strong civilized background, but he is regarded as a heretical intellectual from a stubborn and stupid place in the countryside and has been slightly attacked academically?" ”

"Very accurate, Miss Alice." Remilia clapped her hands.

"Why are you talking about such frivolous things," Patchouli frowned, "The exchange of scholars is worth talking about, confidence in knowledge and self-doubt are equally important, even if Yakumo Murasaki says anything that is not in line with my philosophy, it can only be used as a reference for me, even if she is correct." Okay, Alice, you seem to be in a good mood today, it seems that something good is happening, I guess, has it something to do with Shanghai? ”

"Hey, yes, you're such a smart man," I told Shanghai to fly to Miss Misuzu, "please let her come, Miss Misuzu." I motioned for her to hand over the teapot to Shanghai, and after Shanghai had successfully obtained the teapot, she flew to the stone table with a ceramic pot almost the size of her body, and steadily filled Pache with new tea.

Then Shanghai poured teacups for the eldest lady, and the colors in the eldest lady's cup were still too bright.

I asked Shanghai to return the teapot to the maid and said, "Why, do you see the difference?" ”

"Hmm......" Patchouli closed her eyes and thought for a moment, "if it were just Alice controlling Shanghai to make the action of holding the teapot and pouring the tea, there would probably be no novelty at all, so it is obvious that you are telling us that Shanghai's action is her intention?" In addition, I didn't sense the unique medium fluctuations of the magic thread when controlling the puppet, so it is true that Shanghai is acting on its own? ”

"Of course," I said, standing up and declaring triumphantly, "what could be more gratifying than the fact that more than ten years of research have come to fruition?" ”

"Well, I can understand, then, what is the extent of the so-called results?" Miss Patchouli seemed very sensible, and perhaps she saw through the limitations of my work, so she did not expect much.

"I'm interested, too, Miss Alice." The eldest lady said.

"I have just given Shanghai two orders, to hold the teapot and to pour the tea," I said, "and the place where the tea can be poured -- that is, the two cups that are not in a full state -- is at Shanghai's own discretion." ”

"It's a great achievement." Patchouli was amazed.

"What?" On the contrary, Miss Lori, who has always been personable, finally showed the lazy nature of the rich lady.