At one o'clock in the afternoon, Cybertron woke up at five o'clock in the morning, but it was still full of energy. Sarieri, who was on the side of {starter}, has now effectively become the composer of Cybertron, and of course is now trying to please him.

"It's a perfect piano piece...... It needs to be revised a little, my lord, and I will be happy to continue to modify it for you if you wish. Sarieri was somewhat impressed at this time, or even more confused.

Could it be that such a barbarian could really "hear" the voice of the Light? Could it be that the Light would like to see a barbarian boy who couldn't even express his notes accurately tell his music, but he wouldn't want to share a little bit of genius with him?

If this piece was not made by Cybertron and was copied, then how could a person who could make such beautiful music be a poor man who was willing to be deceived and stolen his name? And why should the other party use his own person, who is not very famous, as a springboard? Is it ......

Could it be that there really is such a thing in this world? so luscious, so sweet, so heart-warming piano music, from a barbarian...... No, no, no, then he must not be a barbarian! This must be a true ancient nobleman of pure blood, excellent family education, great and mysterious!

Rather than being tortured to death by jealousy, it is better to think like this to make yourself more comfortable.

"Well, the revised words will be used to me at the end. But I think that's okay, you can get into the details...... That's right. Cybertron thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "You can put your name behind me, it doesn't matter." ”

"My lord?" said Sally, flattered enough, with an expression on his face that almost would be drunk only when he was drunk: "I can ...... my name"

"Of course, you and I worked together. By the way, I suddenly started to like being with people like you, at least it saved me a lot of work, not like I used to have a day and night listening to music*...... Forget it, don't mention her, and I don't know if the European tour is over. Cybertron sighed before continuing to ask, "Who else do you know?" Introduce two of you, you are the ones who can continue to make a name for Alice Phil." Remember, I don't care if you sign this music later, but you must add Alice Field's name to the title and not change it. ”

"Of course, my lord, I will do it, my good lord. ”

"That...... Master Cybertron. Finally, one thing was finished, and another thing began to be a close attendant knocked on the door quietly, afraid of disturbing the "original creation" inside, and said softly: "Patriarch Qili has been here for half an hour, if you think it can't be done, do you want him to go back first?"

"It's been half an hour, why did you sue me?" said Cybertron, frowning, not very happy.

"Uh...... My lord, you are at the most critical moment of 'creation', and we didn't dare to disturb" The squire looked very aggrieved.

"Hmm...... So, it's time for a feast. Cybertron waved his hand and said to Sarieri, "There's no one else around, so you can eat with you." Invite the Patriarch, let's eat together, just when you're hungry. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Father Mapo

For the Patriarch of Qili, Cybertron has a lot of feelings. One of the thickest of them is that this is a real false clergyman.

That's right, no matter how similar the other party is and how big the shelf is, it can't hide that the other party is indeed a non-believer. What's more, this product doesn't seem to be hidden in front of Cybertron at all, or he looks like a broken jar in front of everyone. As Patriarch, he was more of a ...... Hypocrites in clerical robes.

It is precisely because of this that Cybertron prefers to communicate with such straightforward guys.

"This ...... What is this...... what?"

Patriarch Qili sat on the dining table, bored at first. Then, just a medium for a moment. A scent that has never been smelled before, yet so familiar.

So luscious, so ...... Pungency. It's the perfect food

"Is it delicious?" Cybertron was surprised, he didn't think anything of it.

"Well, really...... To be honest, I didn't expect this meeting at all, but I really didn't expect to find ...... What kind of food is this? It's weird, it's weird...... Supple. But again...... I don't understand, but it's spicy, soft and delicious. ”

“...... It's really hard for you to keep eating and complaining while you're talking. Cybertron looked at the other party only eating the food, and it was incomprehensible: "This is called mapodofu." ”

“mepel_deuphue？”

“...... What's the deal with your pronunciation? Anyway, this is a soy product, you can just understand it that way, is it delicious?"

"Beans......? It can't be, right? The smell is gone...... And it's so soft, and it tastes so good, it's the perfect food. Patriarch Qili was obviously spicy, but he smacked his tongue and kept eating with a spoon. Soon, a plate of mapo tofu was eaten: "Delicious! By the way, who invented this? It must be a new dish." ”

"Oh, do you finally remember to ask?" Cybertron pointed to Slu, who had been standing beside him...... Well, it's the squire: "My new squire, well, is called Slo Goldpalus." ”

“...... Huh?" Suddenly, it was clear that the face of the impostor priest had changed. Squinting his eyes, he said, "Your name is ...... That's a rare surname. ”

"Well, my surname is Gaudeparles, which is an ancient Italian surname. ”

"The surname is stupid...... Guarding the palace gate, isn't it? After saying it several times in a row, the fake priest suddenly smiled unconsciously: "Very good, what's your name?"

"What? where do you know Gold-Parles? Wrong person, right? This young man is my new waiter," Cybertron looked at as if something was wrong.

"Hehe, it's impossible if you don't know each other. The corners of the impostor's mouth turned up slightly, as if he was recalling something: "That's an idiot, poor and hateful fellow. There was a man who once owned a qiē and then abandoned a qiē. In the end, I can only eat the bitter fruit, and I am depressed, but I seem to enjoy it quite a bit, and it's a pity to hide and dare not see people, what a ridiculous life. Okay, no more mentioning this ...... Well, soy products. ”

"Mapo Tofu, what?" Cybertron's pronunciation was pure.

"Anything else?" the fake priest unceremoniously stretched out his hand, "As a host, you should entertain good guests, right?"

"In addition to the master, we also have a superior-subordinate relationship, right? Like, you're not afraid of me at all?" Cybertron tilted his head slightly.

"No, I just didn't like it before, but that's how I am. I used to think the other person was funny, but ...... In a word. I don't care about people I don't like, but now I think your retainers can make this kind of dish, and it's really exciting. ”

"Let's talk while eating. Cybertan motioned to the squire next to him to get some more food: "I think so: what do you think about weakening the power of the church in various places?

"Then England will be bloody again. This time, the fake priest seems to be cannibalistic, and he is blunt in front of Cybertron, which is his way of thanking people: "It's a stupid method, it's not worth trying." ”

"So, what about another way of saying it? I want to buy church land. It is issued in the form of wages, a one-time buyout or installment payment, or a long-term payment. ”

"This ...... What do you want to do, my lord?"