After a long time, the staccato sound of the piano sounded again in the studio.

Even to the ears of the housekeeper, the sound of those strumming can't be called music. It's not just that there are frequent pauses in inexplicable places, but many times it's just two or three bars or even shorter. No one could hear what Miss Bergman was trying to say, but everyone knew that there was no point in merely repeating a similar play.

Suddenly, the female composer's hands slapped heavily on the keys at the same time, making a deafening noise. "I'm working! Don't stick there like a pillar! Don't you have anything else to do but distract me? ”

In the direction of her outburst, in the unobtrusive corner of the studio door, Dyce, wrapped in a black cloak, stood silently. "Please forgive me for being uninvited, Miss Bergman. You have deactivated the magic warning device for the entire villa, which poses a serious threat to your personal safety. Especially if your eyes are not convenient, it is too dangerous for you to do so. ”

"No one would come out of the way against a blind man like me! Thieves never come here, and even if they do, they won't get anything out of it. Put away your rigid, disgustingly cautious, and put it away for me! Bergman retorted unceremoniously, but at the moment she did not move half a point, and still sat firmly in front of the piano, not even bothering to turn her head back.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your creation!" These are the words left by the agency steward before he retires. "Please don't mind me, just continue your creation."

So, as the housekeeper walked with the bucket to the garden filled with perfumed hyacinths again, the whole villa resounded with those bouncing notes.

The two suns still hung high in the sky of the Demon Realm. The flowers and plants that were originally sick finally regained a little vitality under the moisture of some water sprinkled by the housekeeper. From time to time, people passed by the villa, and occasionally curious people pointed at Dyce's tall back, and others whispered about what was hidden under the wide black cloak.

All of this goes into the Robo-Butler's auditory system, but he doesn't pay attention to the boredom. Des #8226;Mondstadt was only in the midst of watering and irrigation, occasionally raising his head and staring in the direction of the studio, as if to make sure of his master's safety.

The sound of simple notes still came from time to time in that direction. Occasionally, hummingbirds linger among the flowers and fly by.

Often, at this time, the screeching sound of both hands falling on the keys will be heard again.

Miss Lich's creation is still stuck, even though she doesn't know what her butler is doing. A ray of sunlight shone in through the gleaming window, shining on the extremely thin and helpless figure in front of the piano.

Bergman hung his head weakly and sat in front of the piano without moving for a long time.

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At the long table in the dining room, Miss Bergman sat at the main seat and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner with slow movements. In front of her, on the ornate Smysian tablecloth, there were several dishes that had only been touched once or twice by a knife or fork. The Organ Butler was still cloaked in a cloak and stood behind her.

Naturally, these dishes were cooked by the housekeeper himself, and the core of his memory was also instilled with special information about the chef, including cooking techniques. In the first few days, Miss Bergman did not pass up a single opportunity to accuse him. However, such days did not last long, after all, no matter how mechanical Days were, his stability and fine control ability as an excellent soldier were still vividly exerted, as long as the meal was cooked in strict accordance with the data process, it would always be much better than the blind Miss Bergman herself.

In the middle of the meal, Miss Lich even stretched her arm out, and the knowledgeable butler handed over a crystal goblet full of wine. The purple-red liquor can bring out the soft and white skin of Bergman's slender little arms, and the wine glass was brought to her lips and sipped, the corners of the villa's hostess mouth curled slightly, but she still did not express half a satisfied attitude. The housekeeper, on the other hand, just carefully put the bottle back in its place, and there will be no superfluous indications.

"How many people have you killed?" A thoughtless greeting broke the silence of the restaurant.

The agency steward tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be a little more question in his tone, "What?" ”

"I'm asking you how many innocent lives you have taken with your current body, armed with crystal armor, during your service in the Scourge of the Dead." Bergman's tone was faint, with a mockery.

"We are warriors controlled by the Lich Lords. Normally, according to the relevant laws of the Demon Realm, we are not allowed to take action against any high-ranking nobles such as Silver Pupils and Lichs. And the ranged forces on both sides of the spectrum usually don't have a direct intersection with us. ”

The corners of Bergman's mouth turned up slightly, "Do you want to say that you have never killed anyone?" Does that mean you've killed all of your kind? ”

There was no answer.

"How many institutions have you completely destroyed the Abomination Samurai? Full-body armored, partially dressed, or even primitive abomination samurai who didn't have half a crystal on their bodies? ”

Still no answer.

"It's already too much...... Haven't you been able to count it for so long? Your hands seem to be covered in considerable blood. One thing I'm curious about is how you feel when you tear those of your kind apart with your own hands and send them to hell in pieces. ”

The steward stood still, neither moving nor making any sound.

Finally, Bergman, who seemed a little impatient, slammed the knife on the plate, "Get out of here, stitch monster!" An already bland and tasteless dinner makes you even more dead!! ”

"Well, then, I'll quit first, miss." This time, the response from Days was timely. Then the steward bowed his head respectfully, as usual, and slowly took a few steps back away from the edge of the table before turning away at his normal pace.

Seeing him off was the tooth-aching sound of the villa owner deliberately cutting his knife and fork across the dinner plate. "What a disgusting fellow!" Bergman made this concluding argument.

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A few more days passed, and the loud sound of the two palms slapping the keys filled the villa again. Miss Bergman sat down at the piano as usual, dejectedly, without any intention of making any other moves.

Two or three meters away next to the piano, there are various musical instruments stacked. There are common and uncommon, and the only common denominator is that they are all made of crystal. These instruments, which shine in the sun, look like they're all being discarded on the floor of the studio. It was Miss Bergman's masterpiece, and the only thing she valued here was the piano in the middle of the studio, which she spent hours playing every day.

A genuine Aegean piano.

At this time, the housekeeper of the organ was using a special cloth to clean the musical instruments on the ground. After meticulously wiping down every dead spot on the instrument, he carefully arranges the instrument into categories, all of which are arranged as rigorously as a regular orchestra.

Miss Bergman's thumping to vent his frustration did not interfere with his work. On the other hand, Miss Lich, who had stated a few days ago that he would influence her creations, seemed to be accustomed to this person's presence, and did not express any dissatisfaction with his behavior of arranging the instruments. Both sides seem to have deliberately avoided the previous unpleasantness.

However, when Bergman finally gave up his meditation at the piano and got up and walked slowly towards the living room, the housekeeper's work on the instrument seemed to be over. He swept his gaze over all the new instruments in turn, and finally fixed his attention on the piano.

Bergman was apparently in a bad mood, as she forgot to close the lid on the keys and left. Realizing his master's negligence, Days walked over without hesitation, but stopped not too close to the piano. He looked at the eighty-eight keys for a long time, and finally as if he had made up his mind, he slowly stretched out his right hand made of crystal, and slowly approached the keys, and then tentatively pressed a soft note.

"Don't touch my piano!" Bergman's sharp voice suddenly sounded behind him. She should have walked to the living room a long time ago, but she didn't know why she turned back again, and it was just when she saw this scene that made her feel extremely funny. "If there is any damage to this piano, even if you dismantle it and sell it, you can't make up for my loss!"

Without hesitation, the housekeeper stepped back from the piano: "I'm very sorry, Miss Bergman. ”

All he answered was a cold snort.

However, to Bergman's surprise, this time the agency butler didn't seem to plan to leave directly, but turned around and planned to say something to her.

"I've just cleaned all the instruments in this studio. Although I had been prepared to make the necessary repairs and debugging beforehand, in fact I memorized the core of the material as well. But in my previous work, I found that every instrument here was in perfect condition, except for the dust, there was not even the slightest problem. This means that you don't seem to have used any of these instruments. I know you're a piano composer, but don't you ever need another instrument to trigger an inspiration? ”

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