"That's good......" Dan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and explained to Fran's somewhat puzzled gaze: "Brother, you must know that in this world, there are many people who can't help themselves. If you completely and ruthlessly give up your old friendship because of this matter, then it will make me look down on you. We are all monsters, but precisely because we are monsters, we take all kinds of emotions that humans abandon so much. Even if you are bruised all over your body because of your feelings in the end, as long as you have no regrets, then no one will blame you. Including my father, that fat dead man might be proud of you. ”

Fran didn't say anything, just handed the document back to Dan. Dan Yan took it, and in the sound of chewing, the document gradually turned into a smear of ashes. This is the same principle as Fran's privately made forbidden firearms that devoured Poson not long ago, and they all belong to the crude use of the power of the feaster, but even if it is also a method of use, but in fact, Dan's hand is much more clever than Fran, and what he devours is not only the matter itself, but also the existence of those pieces of paper, which is also swallowed together, that is, even if someone has the ability to recover, they can't restore those pieces of paper to their original state through ability. Unless his strength is higher than Dan's.

The old butler was a little distressed, he restrained his elegant smile and sighed faintly, "Mr. Danxi, you will make it very troublesome for me to clean up like this." ”

Dan's unbridled smile froze on his face, he was a little angry, but he couldn't say anything. Fran quietly watched the deliberate teasing of the old butler, and the annoyance in his heart faded somewhat. He didn't believe that Dan Yan didn't know that his room had always been cleaned by himself, but he deliberately showed that embarrassing look, presumably to amuse himself.

"Brother." There is obviously some sincerity in the title this time, but if there is a few points, Dan Yan can't tell the difference. Before he could reply, Fran was heard continuing, "I am ready to bear the weight of the country, do you have any suggestions?" ”

Suddenly, a bright smile rose on Dan Yan's face, and this guy who had always had a gentle smile but never did anything seemed to be convulsive again.

"If you take it, you can take it, and that's a good choice for you. In the future, I will have to do this, things that I can't get accurate, things that I don't know how to do, don't think about it yourself, just ask your dear brother, even if I don't know, I can ask that dead fat man directly. ”

The old butler smiled elegantly and bowed, "Master Fran, I will always answer your questions." ”

Fran nodded and replied softly, "Well, thank you." Mr. Butler. ”

"Why don't you thank me!" Dan Yan was a little annoyed, and kept asking his good brother.

The old butler covered his face with a headache, "Alas, Mr. Danxi, I may understand why Miss Lavender is kind to everyone, but cold to you. ”

"Huh? Why is it suddenly pulled there? Dan was puzzled and puzzled. I wonder if these two people are playing some dumb riddle, why did they suddenly get there.

The old butler took a few steps forward and bowed to Furlong, "Young Master Furlong, His Majesty seems to be looking for you for something, and he is currently waiting for you in the garden. ”

After speaking, regardless of Dan's resistance, he dragged the guy with a pair of peach blossom eyes out of the room. Listening to the constant sounds of resistance coming from the hallway, Fran sighed unprecedentedly.

After thinking for a while about whether he should change his pajamas, Fran decisively rolled over and got out of bed, stepped on a pair of slippers, and slowly went out through the door, meeting many guys he didn't know well along the way, who seemed to be servants who had just arrived at Norton's Pavilion.

Seeing Fran's somewhat frail figure, the unfamiliar servants hurriedly stood sideways, and walked towards Fran with all kinds of strange etiquette, which were different from what ordinary Fran saw, and seemed to be the etiquette of an alien plane, which had always been brought by his brother or the old butler or someone else.

Fran didn't think much of it, just nodded, and in return, stepped into the elevator in the middle of the hallway. The elevator door slowly opened in front of Fran, but he didn't expect a Molin to run out of the elevator in a hurry.

Mo Lin was too late to brake when he saw Fran, so he could only exclaim and collide with Fran, but fortunately he had just gotten out of the elevator, and the speed was not very fast. After Fran's weak body shook for a while, he also barely caught Mo Lin, and the soft fragrance of warm jade was in his arms, smelling the faint fragrance of the lovely hair in his arms, which made Fran rarely lose his mind.

The sound of a faint mosquito and fly sounded from Fran's bosom, with endless shame.

"Franco, don't ...... Don't hug it...... There are so many people watching."

Fran came back to his senses, coughed lightly, let go of his arms holding Molin, and changed the subject in a somewhat voice, "Why are you in such a hurry?" ”

Mo Lin blushed, looked down at the expensive carpet, and said in a snort, "Don't ask, there is something urgent." With that, he ran away, leaving Fran a little confused. Looking at the servants who were watching the show with wide eyes around him, Fran shook his head slightly, he didn't mind being looked at by others. It's just that these guys can hide the camera in their hands?

The guy with the camera saw Fran's gaze, coughed twice in embarrassment, and then whistled cheekily and walked away. Does this really look like a maid?

Fran sighed, but didn't care, and entered the elevator by himself, pressing the button on the first floor. By the time the dinging sound sounded, he had already stepped out of the elevator door.

The first floor of the Norton Pavilion is not as lively as the second floor, and in the empty hall, only the huge crystal lamps are on, and the power of the Norton Pavilion is wasted unscrupulously. However, the water and electricity bills of the Norton Pavilion have always been a special plan, which means that the water and electricity are all free, so the so-called waste is just Fran's own idea.

Fran shook his head, trying to get all these strange thoughts out of his mind, it seemed that since the second time he resonated with the feast 100% spiritually, Fran's mind was always full of all kinds of off-line absurd thoughts, as if on the barren desert, suddenly many Bugs bunny were grabbing lasagna with Jerry Mouse to eat, it was a mess.

But then again, where did that obviously strange string of terms come from?

Fran frowned with a headache, feeling as if he was getting a little nervous.

Walking out of the gates of the Norton Pavilion to a lawn where he had never stopped a few times, Fran stood still, thinking for a moment as to where the garden was. Just when he thought that the place with flowers was the garden, but thanks to the little girl Molin, even though it was already late autumn at this time, the lawn did not have a trace of yellow, but showed an unreasonable and very healthy green appearance, and when it looked closely, every blade of grass was picked like a piece of green jade, which looked quite precious. The lawn was overgrown with all sorts of flowers that were obviously out of order.

Without thinking about it, it was already clear that this series of things was entirely the work of the mysterious old butler.

Without waiting for Fran to stand in place and think about the end, a black cat that did not hide his whereabouts rushed out of the corner of the side, jumped up with a meow, comfortably found a place in Fran's arms, and patted Fran's arm with snow-white cat paws, "Meow~ I've been waiting for you for a long time, Fran little ghost." ”

Fran touched the dark cloud in his arms a little helplessly, "Are you really a demigod?" How can there be no appearance of God? ”

Dark Cloud meowed nonchalantly, "Why don't you say you're still a dependent?" Where do you have the appearance of a dependent? Everyone meows to each other~ always stretches such a big shelf, but I'm tired of meow~"

"That's right. Mr. Butler said you are looking for me, is there anything wrong? If it's a small grilled fish, I'll accompany you to find that fishman cook tomorrow, how about it? ”

"Meow~ Okay! Wait, wait, meow! Damn, I'm almost going to be led astray by you again~" The dark cloud unceremoniously used the Cloak Meow Meow Fist on Fran's hand, with little effect. "Let's go, go to the living room, I need you to sign something meow"

By the time Dark Cloud and his rickshaw driver reached the living room, someone had thoughtfully placed a stack of papers and a pen on the table.

The dark cloud leaped lightly from Fran's bosom, stood gracefully on the coffee table, and in front of a pile of papers, he solemnly raised his right paw, and meowed very solemnly:

"Knowing that you little guy doesn't have the slightest sense of security, and you are extremely distrustful of others, for the cooperation between you and me to go smoothly, I will swear to the God of Contracts that I will not hurt you for any reason."

Without waiting for Fran to reply, just like the tailor's shop before, a pair of eyes of different colors suddenly appeared behind the dark clouds, and an ethereal voice sounded as if from a distant valley, and the voice said something in a strange language that Furlong had never heard of, although in Franc's memory, he had never been exposed to that language, but the meaning contained in those words was directly understood by him beyond the language

"I am a voyeur, and I have made a pact with Fran, a family member of the feaster, that I will not harm Fran by any means until I become a god. May the covenant bear witness. ”

Occasionally, Fran learned from the clouds, raised his right hand, and uttered a language he had never learned, "May the contract bear witness ......"

Then, a rigid voice rang out, unable to discern any gender from the simple words, not even any relevant information.

"Yes."

Since that strange rigid voice sounded, the dark cloud put down his right paw, quite frightened, "Meow ~ It seems that you are very meow little ghost Fran, sign a contract and even the god of the contract himself has attracted meow ~ This is something that has never appeared when I signed a contract with someone else Meow ~"