"How's the hospitality going?"

The old housekeeper hesitated a little, and organized the language for a while, "I was kept as a pet by Miss Molin......"

“……”

Fran turned his head a little stunned, looked at the old butler in front of him who was driving seriously, and repeatedly confirmed that he was not joking, "What? ”

"Hmm...... It's hard to understand, but that's what it is. "The old butler is a little helpless," Miss Mo Lin seems to think that the voyeur is just an ordinary cat, and even named him Dark Cloud, while the voyeur seems to be interested in role-playing, and the cat and the other are in a good relationship at present......"

"What about the Inquisition?" At this time, Fran finally knew what the trouble was in Morgan's mouth.

"The trial bureau came over to register and left. Say yes, let's have a good reception, and remember not to cause a crisis in dimensional diplomacy. ”

"Let's put this matter aside, I'll take care of it." Furlong frowned, "Mr. Morgan told me that there will be important guests visiting the Norton Pavilion in the near future, so please bother Mr. Butler about this." ”

"Young Master doesn't have to be so polite, this is what I should do."

Fran didn't answer, closing his eyes, trying to contain the hunger that welled up from the depths of his soul. Sweat dripped from his forehead, as if he realized that Fran's state was wrong, and the old butler turned on the air conditioner in the car, "Young master? ”

Fran opened his eyes, and the original magnificent purple deepened, "You are not an ordinary ......"

The old butler was stunned when he heard this, "How did you find out?" Looking through the rearview mirror, Fran's fluttering Adam's apple and the sweat on his forehead, "Is it because of lust?" ”

Fran didn't explain that he had been in a state of both soul and body hunger since the battle with Hannah that night and the forced driving of the feast, and even the daily consumption of high-energy food from the iron door in the observation room could not cut this damn hunger by half. But oddly enough, it seems that this hunger is directed at some specific group of people, at least among all the people he currently comes into contact with. Acre and Moxiso would cause a voracious hunger, but after meeting Sato, they didn't have that almost unbearable hunger.

It seems to be assumed that the instinctive hunger pangs rooted in the depths of the soul and body are only triggered when encountering something unusual.

As for Moxiso? Fran doesn't think that the guy who wears a mask all day has no special identity. At least every time he met Moxiso, he always had a faint sense of crisis. You know, that instinctive premonition of danger has saved his life more than once in the more than ten years that he has been in the lower town.

Due to some ulterior reasons, Fran did not report this change to Moxiso, after all, no one knows that after giving up the test drive, there is no use value for precision gears, how will Moxiso treat a demon?

Presumably, that strange girl must be put together with himself, presumably with some tentative thoughts. Maybe Morgan and Moxiso are nice to themselves, but Fran doesn't believe them from the bottom of his heart, as for Mosin? Fran doesn't think that the friendship that was built up in what was just an exchange will have a few remaining after so many years.

In the entire city of Olin, the only thing that can be trusted unconditionally for Fran is the brother and sister who have grown up dependent on each other since childhood.

Seeing that Fran had no intention of answering, the old butler sighed softly, and at this time the limousine had already driven out of the wasteland where the precision gear was, and was passing through a remote lane in the lower city.

The old butler stopped the car and let Fran's purple eyes stare at him with distrust, he nodded slightly, "Please wait a while, young master, and let the old man deal with those bedbugs that are in the way." ”

In the city of Orin, where every inch of land is scarce, even the remote roads of the lower city are not empty, and the group of strangely dressed thugs who come out of the hidden place also confirms the premonition that Furlong has not had a good premonition. Through the car window, I watched the old butler get out of the car and straighten out his well-made suit, his shiny leather shoes stepped on the unique gravel road of the lower city, and his gray hair fluttered gently in the breeze.

Fran sighed, silently opened the door, and got out of the car as well.

The old butler bowed slightly, completely ignoring the gangsters who were surrounding him, and just said respectfully to Fran, "Young master, it's just some gangsters who don't enter the stream, and the old man can still deal with it......"

Fran waved his hand and motioned for the old butler not to continue. He got out of the car not because he was worried that the old butler would not be able to deal with this group of rabble, but because he ......

"Leper head?" Fran's voice rang out, "Where's the snake boss?" ”

The ugly-looking man at the head frowned, and carefully looked at the boy in front of him for a long time, until he saw the strange purple eyes, and then he connected this noble young master with a neat face and exquisite clothes with the little ghost in his memory.

"Demon cubs?" The leper head hesitated.

"It's me." Fran nodded, his face calm, "What about the snake boss?" ”

"Dead. Lao Tzu stabbed him to death, and watched him lose his breath. The leper sneered, "I didn't expect you to mix so well now?" Why, that little girl of yours finally went to sell meat? ”

Completely ignoring Fran's increasingly cold face, the leper tilted his crotch and showed a lewd smile, "No wonder there was no one in your family when Lao Tzu was fucking collecting rent, which master ...... you?"

"Bang ......"

As a new aristocracy, although he did not go to the palace to receive a title because of some things, Fran still has the right to carry guns that belongs to the direct nobles.

"Ah......h

A violent wail came from the mouth of the leper head, he covered a blurred crotch, lying on the ground and screaming in pain, the little brothers around him saw that his boss was in such a miserable situation, where was there still the intention of containment, I don't know who exclaimed, and they wanted to flee in all directions.

Unfortunately, at some point, the pavement they were on was no longer a dilapidated paved with gravel, but a smooth and bright marble floor. The glossy pavement even reflected their frightened faces.

At this time, it seems that the place where everyone is no longer the tattered and foul-smelling lower town of Olin City, but a noble and luxurious theater full of nobility......

The sound of malicious snickering rang out, lingering in everyone's ears, as if everywhere, the scenery outside the stage gradually faded and blurred, there were faint figures shuttling through the bleak scenery, and evil people hiding in dark corners, looking ill-intentioned at the clowns who had become actors on stage.

Fran frowned, looking at the old butler behind him who stretched out his hand at some point, and his smile was no longer elegant and calm, but looked weird and crazy. A dim incantation encircled the old butler's outstretched right hand, and he bowed to Fran like the host of the newspaper, his posture as graceful and calm as ever, but with that crazy smile it was all the more strange. It's like a crazy actor, so drunk, yet so crazy.

"Please wait a moment...... The curtain is about to open......"

He said so, his tone still elegant and decent.

As the whispers gradually amplified, the malice hidden deep outside the stage suddenly appeared! Suddenly it was the so-called leper head, whose cries of pain gradually ceased, and his eyes stared feverishly at a dark corner, and he grabbed his neck and let out a hoarse cry:

"Eager to crave! Clash conflict! Contradictions, contradictions! ”