"Hello, is this Mr. Wayne Bruce's house?"

Leslie patted the mottled lacquered oak gate and looked at the smooth bluestone street surrounded by greenery.

From his vantage point, he stood on tiptoe just enough to see a small lake on the side of the manor, as clear as a jewel, with a few short-necked and long-feathered birds with bright coats playing.

Lakes like this one, Leslie saw a lot along the way.

This is also a major feature of the Gulfstream area.

As an upscale community in the city of Florence, the contractors of the Gulfstream estate have equipped each estate with its own private lake.

"It's really unfair, the land in Florence is so tight that the Urban Housing Security Department can't even spare land to build low-rent housing, and these rich and noble people can live in such a large estate, and each family has a small man-made lake......

Come to think of it, those Shinrikyo believers, as much as they hate it, are right in saying that they should take out all the wealth of these rich people and divide it equally among the people......"

Leslie looked at everything around her jealously, didn't dare to say these words in her heart, just greedily breathed in the fresh air full of the fragrance of plants and trees.

God knows how long it had been since he had breathed air that didn't smell of cinders in the chimney-lined city of Florent.

"Huh."

In the middle of the mottled oak door, a scalloped opening with a steel grille is just big enough for a head.

A middle-aged man dressed as a servant stood inside the door and looked at Leslie, "Are you?" ”

"Good morning, I'm the delivery man for the Bird Company, Leslie."

With the standard smile on his face that had taken the company three days of training, Leslie gestured to the words "Timebird Company" embroidered on his chest.

Explained: "Mr. Wayne Bruce ordered a morning newspaper service at our Bird Company the other day. ”

"The chiming bird, like the time, delivers the newspaper to every customer with precision...... Florence even has this kind of business now? ”

The middle-aged servant standing in the door whispered another line of small words on Leslie's chest, and seemed to muttered twice with some dissatisfaction, but still nodded and said, "Okay, sir, you can just give me the newspaper." ”

"Forehead ......"

Leslie scratched her head, a little embarrassed:

"Sorry, sir, the boss has stipulated that every customer's first delivery service must be confirmed by seeing the customer in person and signing by him......

Rest assured, it's just the first time you need to be so cumbersome, and after that, we will have a unified professional to place a special mailbox for newspapers at the entrance of your estate. ”

In fact, the boss of the chiming bird has repeatedly instructed those customers with high status, such as big nobles, big officials, big businessmen......

These esteemed customers were so busy with their affairs that they simply handed the newspaper to their butler or servant.

Of course, this patron who even has an old oak door is obviously not among them.

"This ......" the middle-aged servant furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Leslie again, "Well, I need to ask Mr. Bruce's opinion." ”

"A down-and-out aristocrat...... The shelves are pretty big. ”

Leslie looked at the small door that had been shut, rubbed her smiling stiff face, and sneered inwardly.

But he didn't wait long, and soon, the oak door was ajar, and the middle-aged servant beckoned to him: "Follow me, Mr. Bruce is waiting for you inside." ”

"Thank you."

Leslie put back on the standard smile of the company's training, and followed behind the middle-aged servant, glancing at the scene behind the door along the way.

Past the gate and the entrance, in the middle is a wide courtyard with a small fountain, flanked by an oval garden.

Behind the garden and courtyard is a small river connected to the adjacent lake.

Walking across the river is the main body of the manor, a three-story spire house with a primary-colored brick and wood structure.

It is a very traditional small manor house in the mainstream style of the southern continent, elegant and refined, emphasizing the harmony between architecture and water, flowers and trees.

It's a pity that the shabby appearance has made this manor a lot of tarnished.

However, it also supports Leslie's judgment.

This Mr. Bruce, who is not far from ten, should be a descendant of a down-and-out nobleman, and a descendant of a minor nobleman.

Those big nobles would not buy such a small estate......

"Young master, this is the delivery man of the time bird."

Walking into the main hall of the villa, the middle-aged servant pointed to Leslie to Mr. Bruce, who was sitting on the main seat of the stone long table and was eating.

"Good morning, Bruce...... Mr. ”

With a big smile on her face, Leslie couldn't help but glance down at the customer sitting across the long table, with her thigh-thick arms, broad shoulders and broad back, and a white double-breasted vest with strong muscles that almost cracked.

On the pale yellow cheap papyrus, it reads: [Wayne Bruce, male, 16 years old, Gulfstream Manor, Lakeside District, No. 36......]

Hell, this fucking 16 year old?

The corners of Leslie's mouth twitched faintly.

This Mr. Bruce is too well developed, isn't he?!

The eighteen- and nineteen-year-old probationary knights of the Florent City Garrison are probably not so strong......

"Ding......

The silver-inlaid porcelain spoon and the enamel plate collide with each other with a crisp sound.

Mr. Bruce, who was sitting on the main seat, untied the napkin around his neck and smiled gently: "Good morning, it seems that my monthly expenditure of 1 gold pound is indeed worth it, and your service is very punctual." ”

Leslie bowed his head humbly: "Your satisfaction is the greatest honor of the chiming bird!" ”

This sentence uses the words of the three southern continental lingua franca words that cannot be said at the literary level of Leslie Elementary School, who did not graduate from elementary school.

It is one of the clichés that are emphatically taught in the training of the chime bird carrier.

Well, in the words of the owner of the Bird Company: "As long as the customer compliments, say it, remember, not a single letter is allowed to be changed!" ”

……

Holding the smile that made her muscles stiffen a little, Leslie took a few steps forward,

From the crossbody bag, he took out a stack of newspapers wrapped in brown paper and a charcoal pen: "Mr. Bruce, this is the morning newspaper you ordered today, and please sign the delivery note." ”

"Well, here?"

"yes, there's a note on the side."

“……”

Leaning slightly to place the charcoal on the table, Leslie glanced closely at Mr. Bruce.

In my heart, this gentleman not only does not look like a 16-year-old in terms of figure, but also looks ......

Well, in euphemistic terms, it's called fortitude and maturity, and in blunt terms, one word - old.

If it weren't for the fact that the age was clearly written on the information, Leslie would have thought that Mr. Bruce must have been in his 30s, judging from the forehead wrinkles.

But......

Yellow skin, black eyes?

This is not common in the southern continent.

Leslie skimmed the black eyes, and although she was a little curious, she retracted her gaze respectfully.

In the Principality of Ceylon, it is not polite to keep an eye on strangers.

Especially between males and males, it is easy for others to perceive provocation, or...... You want ♂ him.

However, after withdrawing her gaze, Leslie instinctively glanced at those black eyes again.

And then the second, the third, the fourth......

Under the thick eyebrows, those dark jewel-like eyes, pure, deep, mysterious......

It's like candy to fruit flies, and it exudes an indescribable ...... to Leslie Seduction.

Let him instinctively put his eyes and his full attention into it.

Sink deeper and deeper, sink deeper and deeper......

Until the whole world, only a pair of black pupils full of magic remained......

After more than ten seconds, the middle-aged servant looked stunned and impolitely at his master's courier, frowned and shouted twice: "Mr. Leslie? Mr. Leslie? ”

"Hmm......"

Leslie was studded and looked back at the world of color and the ...... of Mr. Bruce in front of him Black eyes.

I don't know why, for a moment, he suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very ...... Charming?

That feeling, it's like when I was fourteen years old, I accidentally peeked into the plump ketone body of the neighbor's wife.

People can't help but have a little rapid heartbeat, a hot complexion, and local congestion......

Uh-huh, o-o(⊙_⊙)?!!

Wait, no, why do I have a hellish feeling for Mr. Bruce?!

And...... Still fucking stone change?!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Leslie struggled to suppress the doubt in his heart about his orientation, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at the black eyes that seemed to have magical powers: "Mr. Bruce, I was a little distracted just now. ”

"It doesn't matter." Bruce didn't care, and handed over the delivery note with a smile: "Do you see if there is a problem with the signature?" ”

Leslie took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, but did not forget her professionalism and reached out to take the delivery note.

But the moment he took it, the two of them brushed their fingers, and a wonderful electric shock sensation spread from Leslie's fingertips to his whole body in an instant.

The just right tingling sensation made his legs and feet so weak that he almost moaned.

"What? Any questions? ”

"No, no...... No problem. ”

A burst of tingling afterglow continued to ferment in her body, and Leslie raised her head with a flushed face, and met the still deep and mysterious black eyes, and the heart-pounding feeling just now surged again.

So much so that Leslie had a strong urge to lean into the man's arms and touch his solid pectoralis muscles.

Damn it! What the hell is this?!!

Biting the tip of her tongue gently, Leslie used the pain to expel the bold idea of welcoming the man in her mind, looking at the strange eyes of the middle-aged servant beside her, she really didn't dare to stay long:

"Mr. Bruce, there's nothing wrong with the list, so I won't disturb your meal."

After saying that, he trotted out of the manor with some embarrassment.

It's just that Leslie didn't see that Mr. Wayne Bruce, who had been smiling gently, seemed to twitch violently at the moment when he turned around.

And vaguely snapped his fingers, and sprinkled a little reddish powder from between his fingers.

……

"Giggle......"

Leslie walked out of the clean stone path of Gulfstream Manor, still struggling in her heart.

"Strange...... Why did I just have the strange idea of wanting to touch a man's pectoralis muscle? ”

Stepping on the common cinder road in Floren, Leslie subconsciously turned his head to look at the neat and clean manor behind him.

In a trance, there seemed to be a pair of deep and dark black pupils faintly emerging.

"Shhh...... Black eyes, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere, and that Mr. Bruce just now seems to be black eyes, uh, no, it seems to be blue......"

Leslie thought about it, but felt that Mr. Wayne Bruce, whom he had just met, and even wanted to touch his big muscles, had a very vague face, and he couldn't even remember what he looked like.

"Sir, do you want to go to City Hall Avenue on Line 9? There is one last spot left. ”

On the side of the cinder road, the driver of the public carriage not far away waved at Leslie, interrupting his musings.

"Let's go, here we go."

Leslie put away her chaotic thoughts for a moment, tightened her satchel with the newspaper on her chest, and ran in the direction of the carriage.

But after getting into the car, Leslie looked at the coachman who used to be coarse and ugly and full of sweat in his eyes, and I don't know why, but I feel a little ...... no matter how I look at it today

Clear eyebrows?!!

……

A month later, Leslie was fired from the company for spying on male employees taking baths several times and stealing male employees' underwear.

……

……

[From the southernmost Sea of Four Seasons in Pandora to the northernmost Babylonian Snow Peak, I set off from Abalya, crossed the southern continent, crossed the stormy sea, crossed the spring-like gem bay, and passed through the westernmost sea of broken stars, and I actually returned to the easternmost Luna grassland?

Ha?

How ridiculous is that the land under our feet is actually a circle?

In other words, all of us live on one ball?

It's a pity that I still haven't found it, I still haven't found it!!

From summer to winter, from winter to summer, I spent sixteen years searching the six countries of the southern continent, the northern continent, and the oldest empires in Middle-earth.

Even the legendary Shattered Star State, which was shattered by gods and wizards, and Gotham, which was jokingly called the land of simplicity and lawlessness, the land of pirates, I went to see them one by one and went to find them......

But no, no, no!!

I couldn't find any trace of the existence of the wizard!!

I'm not reconciled!! I'm not reconciled!!

……

Now, the last place......

With my last hope, I'm about to step into that ...... Place, I never believe that in history, such powerful wizards would be completely killed by a small 'Demon Slaying Order' for thousands of years......]

- From 'Explorer of the World', 'Pandora's Greatest Explorer, Navigator', 'Possessor of the Golden Crown', 'The Pride of Abalia', 'Lucky Child', 'Enemy of the Gods' [Monchi · D. Sodoron's Secret Room Collection: The Last Words of the Seekers: Fragments