In the night sky of the Demon Realm, there are always two wheels of champas hanging at the same time.

Patches of perfumed hyacinths had already risen early and swayed slightly in the cold night breeze, snaking into the edge of the underground town. In the cluster of flower beds, the closest to the ground in the entire underground town, there is a dilapidated villa that is not too small.

Not to mention that it was night, even during the day when the blue and red emperor Polo were shining alternately, the most naughty crypt imps in the neighborhood did not dare to frolic near this villa. For everyone knows that in this villa surrounded by beautiful gardens lives alone, the more beautiful but ill-tempered Miss Lich.

The Lich Lady may have a little sick eye, and occasionally when she goes out, she basically carries a crystal cane in her hand, and the bridge of her nose is covered with inky crystal lenses, which sets off her fair and delicate face even more. The weak body seems to fall when it is blown by the wind.,Whenever this kind of scene appears,The hot-blooded men of the demon clan always have the idea of stepping forward to help.。

But the most you can do is think about it. Because when Miss Ingrid just moved in, a few local thugs were not without thoughts. Sometimes, however, they were dragged to a secluded place by the Winged Knight of the Temple who appeared out of nowhere, before they could even touch the door. This is not the most unlucky, I heard that there are lucky people who have even met the personal guards of His Majesty the Lich King of Hollywood......

After going back and forth, even the stupidest person knows that this young lady can't be provoked, so there are a lot of peace and quiet near this villa. Except for the occasional piano playing from the room, only hummingbirds play in the flower beds.

According to the owner of the most well-informed branch of the town's "Fertile Field", the Ingrid #8226 Miss Bergman was a well-known composer who wrote songs that were not only admired by the main temple of Brunei, but also by some of the most elegant Lich Kings and Celestial Kings. Therefore, despite the early death of her parents, her own magic skills are below the level of necromancy and ghostcraft, and her eyes are not able to see things, she can still live a life far above the average living standard of the demon world.

Not to mention anything else, the piano that she often plays at home is not something that ordinary people can afford at all. The Demon Realm is notoriously short of metal resources. The market price of an authentic piano is almost astronomical for the amount of metal consumed alone, let alone the authentic goods that have been circulated from the Aegean continent.

Because of this, whenever the intermittent piano sound came from the villa in the middle of the night, the neighbors did not think that the sound was disturbing, but most of them understood that it was not easy for musicians to create. Even if he was woken up repeatedly, he basically turned over and fell asleep again, without the slightest thought of such a door-to-door theory.

The days passed like this, and the days passed peacefully. Due to the fact that there is no special person to renovate the villa all year round, the exterior wall is peeling off seriously year by year. The hyacinths in the garden also often fell to the ground due to lack of care. Fortunately, the Demon Realm plants have always been strong, and even if they don't care about it, they can still bloom all around the villa. So much so that the stranger in front of him, dressed in a black cloak, had to turn around to get to the door of the villa.

When there was a knock on the door, there were still a few keys in the villa. It didn't take long for a slightly impatient voice from the hostess to sound behind the door: "Who?" ”

"Is it Miss Ingrid? I'm an agency sent by the union to hate Deas #8226, and Mondstadt has been commissioned to serve as your steward. The black cloak's back was straight, and his voice was neither humble nor high-pitched, as if he was answering a question from a young recruit.

The door slowly opened, and Miss Bergman, dressed in loungewear and wearing sunglasses, stood lazily there. "Butler? It seems that there is such a thing. Two days ago, when I was handing over the music, I seemed to have complained that no one took care of the house, which seriously affected the creative environment. I didn't expect the efficiency of the Magic Guild to be quite high. ”

The butler named Days withdrew the crystal arm he had knocked on, and the rest of his body was still tightly wrapped in his cloak, and his head seemed to be clasped with a full crystal helmet, only a little bit of it was exposed near his mouth and nose. He didn't say much, but silently followed Bergman into the door.

Bergman, who was leading the way in front, slowly frowned: "What a strong smell of blood, did you just withdraw from the battlefield?" ”

"No, miss." The cloaked butler replied without hesitation. "It has been two months and sixteen days since I was discharged from the army, and I was previously subordinate to the Natural Disaster Legion, and the number of the unit is kept secret."

"I don't need to know so much." There was obvious impatience in Miss Lich's voice. "I'm a blind man who hasn't undergone the reincarnation ritual yet, and my ears and nose are more sensitive than normal lichs, so since you're a steward sent from above, you'll need to pay more attention to this aspect in the future."

Days nodded solemnly: "I understand." ”

"Forget it, a guy like you, probably full of weapons, won't know how to clean up after the battle, no matter how much blood smells, it's a matter of course. What did you just say your name was? ”

"Days #8226;

"What an artless name." Bergman pursed her lips when she heard this, and there was a look of disapproval in her blue eyes, but she didn't find fault with the butler's name anymore. Because she knew very well that the Mechanism Abomination Samurai was the latest class of troops that the Demon Race had developed since they came to the Demon Realm. On the basis of the original simple corpse stitching, combined with the dwarven spar technology, a new type of troops formed after changing the key parts into crystal parts.

They have only been intellectually enlightened by simple arcane arts, and they charge into battle purely on the battlefield by relying on spar armor or bodies that are stronger than gold and iron. For such assembled creatures, there is no point in making too complex a request.

"I'm sorry." The Steward's helmet didn't show any dissatisfaction.

"You don't have to put on such a serious appearance, I can't see it." Bergman's attitude apparently did not improve in the slightest because of the seriousness of the other party. "What do you know about the owner of this villa?"

"Basically, before I came here, the union had already entered all the information about you, Miss, into my memory core. What part of the content do you need to inquire about? ”

"I'm a little thirsty." Bergman's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"I'll do as you tell me to prepare." Days turned and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Bergman didn't look back, "Do you know what I need?" ”

"According to the relevant data, the chance of needing tea is 75 percent, the chance of needing Fruit Wine is 21 percent, and the other ......"

"I want tea!"

"Understood." Days stayed where he was for a moment while answering the question, and when the Lich Master's direct order was reached, he immediately headed straight for the kitchen. The location of the tea cake and boiling water is in the information, and all he needs to do is brew it.

Moments later, a delicately patterned teacup was placed on the table in front of Bergman, and Days carried the crystal teapot into the cup and slowly poured tea into it, a thin line running down the spout. Bergman habitually sat on her side, and the water rising from the teacup did not dim the inky lenses on the bridge of her nose.

While pouring tea, Days opened his mouth in a consistently calm voice: "Before I accepted this mission, I went to the Brunei temple to listen to the hymns of the saints. The music you composed is perfectly combined with the sound of the choir, which fully demonstrates the infinite love and admiration of our people for the goddess of dreams. I was deeply impressed. ”

Bergman's upper body didn't turn to the side of the table, "Is that part of the input?" ”

"No, that's what I want to express."

"Really? I remember what seems to be a tune I wrote twenty years ago specifically for the temple. I also had my first success with this piece, and it seems that the name of a genius blind female composer began to start at that time. Since then, invitations have been coming in, and there are even things like the Lich Kingdom feast. ”

"Your tea is ready." Days gently placed the teapot on the table, reminding it in a relatively small voice.

Bergman didn't seem to hear this, and continued to say to himself, "But that should be the information thrown into the wasteland, right?" I remember the music industry now has a different kind of evaluation of me, such as Ingrid #8226, Bergman Jianglang, fame and so on......"

"No, there's no such record in my memory core."

"Really? So it looks like they filtered before typing, right? Miss Lich finally turned around and slowly picked up the teacup and brought it to her lips.

"You're overthinking. And before I walked in the door, the piece that seemed unfinished was pretty good, with a pretty beautiful melody. ”

"It's really not artistic." The teacup slowly moved away from her lips.

"Huh?"

"This cup of tea, just like your name."

The slender hand holding the teacup flipped slightly, and the whole cup of tea fell directly to the ground without hesitation.

For Miss Lich, who has always admired elegance, this is already an extremely rude way to express her emotions, after all, she can't scream like any crypt shrew, and she can't just throw the teacup out casually, or throw it directly in the direction of the butler.

"Beautiful melodies? You're just an abomination, even if you change all kinds of crystal parts according to the current rules, you're still just an abomination, a killing machine in the Scourge of the Dead! Who are you to talk about the tunes I compose? The hostess, who broke out with such a long paragraph, didn't even turn her head.

Silent. There was silence for about half a minute. The crystal helmet still firmly obscured almost all of the Organ Butler's face.

Finally, from the butler who was standing straight with the tea tray, there came a voice that was still smooth and monotonous—

"I'm so sorry."

There was no answer. Bergman just turned his back and waved. The Hated Butler, who strictly followed his master's instructions, walked backwards out of the living room. What remains is the darkness of the past.

Miss Bergman, who is blind, doesn't need lights. The same goes for the Crystal Trap's hatred of Dyce, the butler.

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