The Beast’s Blood Boils

In the night sky of the Devil, there are always two rounds of shampoo hanging at the same time.

　　Slices of perfume hyacinths have already risen up early, swaying slightly in the cold night breeze, ruggedly winding into the edge of the underground town. Among the clusters of flowerbeds, the entire underground town is closest to the ground, and there is a dilapidated villa that is not too small.

　　 Don't say it's night, even in the day when the blue and red Emperor Polo alternately shines, the most naughty crypt clan kid in the neighborhood dare not come to play around this villa. Because everyone knows that the villa surrounded by beautiful gardens lives alone in a more beautiful but bad-tempered Lich lady.

　　 The eyes of the lich lady may be a little sick, and occasionally when she goes out, she basically holds a crystal cane in her hand, and the bridge of her nose is framed with black crystal lenses, which more and more sets off her fair and beautiful face. The weak body seemed to fall when blown by the wind. Whenever such a situation appeared, the passionate men of the Demon Race always had the idea of ​​stepping forward to help.

　　 But everyone just think about it. Because when this Miss Ingrid just moved in, the local gangsters were not without thinking. However, sometimes they were dragged to a quiet place to talk in a quiet place before they even touched the door. This is not the worst. I heard that if you are lucky, you have met the guards of His Majesty the Lich King of Hollywood...

　　After going back and forth, even the stupid people know that this lady is not offended, so there is a lot of life around this villa. Except for the occasional sound of piano playing from the room, there is only one hummingbird playing in the flower garden.

According to the owner of the most knowledgeable "Ferrous Field" store in the town, this Ingrid; Miss Bergman is a well-known composer, and she composes not only the main temple of Brunei It was eye-catching, and even the Lich King and the Throne of Heavenly Kings who were the most elegant and liu praised. Therefore, although her parents died prematurely, her own magic skills are below the standard, whether it is necromancy or ghost art, and she can't see things with her eyes. She can still live a life far above the average living standard of the demon world. .

　　 Apart from anything else, the piano that she often plays at home is simply not something ordinary people can buy. The devil's well-known lack of metal resources. The market price of the amount of metal consumed by an authentic piano is almost an astronomical figure, not to mention the kind of authentic goods spread from the Aegean continent.

　　 Because of this, whenever the intermittent piano sound comes from the villa late at night, the neighbors do not think the sound disturbs the people, and most of them are sympathetic to the musicians. Even if I was awakened repeatedly, I basically turned over and fell asleep again, without any thoughts such as door-to-door theory.

　　 The days just passed away. Because the villa has not been renovated all the year round, the external walls are peeling off more and more every year. The hyacinths in the garden often squat on the ground due to lack of care. Fortunately, the plants of the Demon Realm have always had strong vitality. As a result, the stranger in the black cloak had to go around to get to the door of the villa.

　　 When the door was knocked, there were still a few keystrokes in the villa. After a short while, a slightly impatient voice from the hostess rang behind the door: "Who?"

"Is it Miss Ingrid? I was an agency sent by the union to hate Des; Mond, who was ordered to serve as a butler for your Excellency." The black cloak's back was straight, his voice was neither humble nor overbearing, as if Young recruits who answered questions from the chief.

　　 The door slowly opened, and Miss Bergman, dressed in house clothes and sunglasses, stood there lazily. "Butler? It seems that this is the case. Two days ago, when I was making music, I seemed to complain that the house was not taken care of, which seriously affected the creative environment. I didn't expect the efficiency of the Magic Union to be quite high."

　　 Which housekeeper named Des retracted his crystal arm that knocked on the door, the other parts of his body were still tightly wrapped in the cloak, and his head seemed to be clasped with a full helmet made of crystal, only a little exposed near his mouth and nose. He didn't speak much, but silently followed Bergman into the door.

　　 Bergman, who was leading the way, slowly frowned: "It's so bloody, did you just withdraw from the battlefield?"

　　 "No, miss." The cloak steward replied without hesitation. "I have been discharged from the army for two months and sixteen days. I belonged to the Scourge Corps before and my army number is kept secret."

　　 "I don't need to know so much." Miss Lich's voice was obviously impatient. "I am a blind man who has not experienced the reincarnation ceremony. My ears and nose are more sensitive than normal lich. Since you are the housekeeper sent from above, you must pay more attention to this aspect in the future."

　　 Dess nodded solemnly: "I understand."

　　 "Forget it, a guy like you probably has weapons all over his body, and he won't know how to clean it up after the battle. No matter how **** it smells, it's natural. What did you just call your name?"

　　 "Days•; Mond."

　　 "It's a name with no sense of art." Bergman curled her lips when she heard the words. Bi Tong clearly showed disapproval, but she was no longer picky about the housekeeper's name. Because she knows very well that the agency hates the samurai is the latest unit developed after the demons came to the demons. On the basis of the original simple corpse stitching, combined with the dwarf spar technology, the key parts are replaced with crystal parts to form a new type of unit.

　　 They just went through simple arcane intellectual enlightenment. On the battlefield, they relied purely on spar armor or bodies that were stronger than gold and iron. For such assembled creatures, it is meaningless to make too complicated requirements.

　　 "Sorry." There was no expression of dissatisfaction under the helmet of the housekeeper.

　　 "You don't have to be so serious, I can't see it." Bergman's attitude was obviously not improved by the other party's solemnity. "How much do you know about the owner of this villa."

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

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

　　 "I will prepare as you ordered." Dyce turned and walked towards the kitchen.

　　 Bergman did not look back, "Do you know what I need?"

　　 "According to relevant data, the probability that you need tea is 75%, the probability that you need Heluo fruit wine is 21%, and others..."

　　 "I want tea!"

　　 "Understood." Dyce stood attentively and stayed in place for a while while answering the question, and when the Lich Master gave him a direct order, he immediately went straight to the kitchen. The location information of the tea cake and the boiling water are all included, and all he needs to do is brew.

　　 A moment later, a beautifully patterned tea cup was placed on the table in front of Bergman. Dess carried the crystal teapot and slowly poured tea into the cup, and a thin line went straight down from the spout. Bergman habitually sits on her side, and the water vapor rising in the teacup does not obscure the black lenses on the bridge of her nose.

While noting the tea, Dess spoke with a consistent calm voice: "Before I accepted this task, I went to the temple in Brunei to listen to the hymns of the saints. The tunes you wrote and the choir's The sounds are perfectly combined, fully demonstrating the infinite love and admiration of our people for the Goddess of Dreams. The feelings for me are very deep."

　　 Bergman's upper body did not turn over the table, "Is that part of the input data?"

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

"Really? I remember that it seemed to be a piece I wrote specifically for the temple twenty years ago. I also got my first success with this piece, and the title of the genius and blind composer seems to have started since then. Yes. Since then, various invitations have continued to come, and there are even things like banquet music for the Lich Kingdom."

　　 "Your tea is ready." Dess gently placed the teapot on the table, reminding him with a relatively small voice.

Bergman seemed to have not heard this sentence, and continued to say to himself, "But that should be regarded as data thrown into the waste paper? I remember that the music industry now treats me in another way, such as Ingrid. •;Bao Man Jiang Lang is exhausted, so he is worthy of fame..."

　　 "No, there is no similar record in my memory core. UU看书www.uukahnshu.com"

　　 "Really? It seems that they screened before inputting?" Miss Lich finally turned her body around, slowly holding up the teacup to her mouth.

　　 "You are worrying too much. And before I walked in, the song that seemed unfinished was pretty good, and the melody was pretty beautiful."

　　 "There is no sense of art." The tea cup slowly moved away from his lips.

"Ok?"

　　 "This cup of tea has the same name as yours."

　　 The fibrin hand holding the teacup tilted 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 of expressing her emotions. After all, she cannot swear like any crypt shrew, nor can she directly throw the tea cup out at will, or throw it directly in the direction of the housekeeper. .

"Beautiful melody? You are just an abomination. Even if you change into various crystal parts according to the current rules, you are still just an abomination, a killing machine in the Scourge of the Undead! What qualifications do you have to talk about my creation? The song?" The hostess who broke out such a long speech did not even turn her head.

　　 silence. There was silence for about half a minute. The crystal helmet still firmly blocked almost the entire face of the organ steward.

　　 Finally, from the housekeeper standing upright holding the tea tray, there was a voice that was still flat and monotonous——

"very sorry."

no answer. Bergman just turned his back and waved. The agency that strictly followed the owner's instructions hated the butler and retreated and left the living room. What remains is the long-lasting darkness.

　　 Miss Bergman, who is blind, does not need lights. The same goes for the Crystal Organ abhors the butler Deiss.