The first chapter of the extra chapter of "The Beast's Blood Boils"
In the night sky of the Demon Realm, there are always two rounds of fragrant handkerchiefs hanging at the same time.
The swaths of perfumed hyacinths have already grown their leaves early, swaying slightly in the cool night wind, winding ruggedly into the edge of the underground town. Among the clusters of flower beds, the entire underground town is closest to the ground.
There is a dilapidated villa that is not too small.
Not to mention at night, even during the day when the blue and red Dipolas alternately shine, the naughtiest cave tribe kid in the neighborhood would not dare to play near this villa. Because everyone knows that in this villa surrounded by beautiful gardens
Living alone is the more beautiful but bad-tempered Lich lady.
This lich lady's eyes may be a little sick. When she occasionally goes out, she usually holds a crystal cane in her hand and wears dark crystal lenses on the bridge of her nose, which accentuate her fair and delicate face. Her frail body seems to be worn by
If the wind blows, you will fall down. Whenever this happens, the passionate men of the demon tribe always have the idea of stepping forward to help you.
But the most everyone can do is think about it. Because when Miss Ingrid first moved here, a few local gangsters had some unreasonable thoughts. But sometimes they were not even able to touch the door.
The Winged Knight of the Temple appeared out of nowhere and took him to a quiet place to have a heart-to-heart talk. This was not the worst luck. I heard that some people who were lucky enough even met the bodyguards of His Majesty the Lich King of Hollywood...
After going back and forth, even the stupidest person knows that this young lady is not to be messed with, so the area around the villa is quite peaceful. Except for the occasional sound of piano playing coming from the room, there are only a few...
Hummingbirds will be playing in the flower beds.
According to the owner of the most well-informed "Fengwo Tian" store in this town, she privately revealed that Miss Ingrid Bergman is a slightly famous composer.
Even the Lich King and the King of Heaven, who are the most elegant and elegant, praised her. Therefore, although her parents died young, her own magic skills, whether it is necromancy or Netherworld, are below the standard.
He is still unable to see and has many disadvantages, but he is still able to live a life far above the average living standard in the demon world.
Not to mention anything else, the piano she often plays at home is simply not something that ordinary people can afford. The Demon World is well known for its lack of metal resources. The amount of metal consumed by an authentic piano alone is almost astronomical in market price.
What's more, it's the kind of authentic stuff that comes from the Aegean continent.
Because of this, whenever the intermittent sound of piano comes from the villa late at night, the neighbors do not find the sound disturbing, and most of them understand that it is not easy for musicians to create. Even if they are awakened many times, they basically turn over and start again.
After falling asleep, I didn't have any thoughts of coming to the door to make a theory.
The days passed like this day by day. Because there was no dedicated person to renovate the villa all year round, the exterior walls of the villa were peeling off more and more every year. The hyacinths in the garden often fell to the ground due to lack of care. Fortunately, the plants in the devil world have always had strong vitality.
, even though he was so careless, the streets were still full of traffic around the villa. So much so that the stranger wearing a black cloak in front of him had to go around and around to get to the door of the villa.
When the door was knocked, there were still a few sounds of piano keys in the villa. Not long after, the slightly impatient voice from the hostess sounded from behind the door: "Who is it?"
"Is this Miss Ingrid? I am Desmond, the hated agent sent by the union, and I have been appointed to serve as a housekeeper for you." The back of the black cloak was straight, and his voice was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was speaking.
A young recruit answering a commander's question.
The door opened slowly, and Miss Bergman, who was wearing home clothes and sunglasses, stood there lazily. "Housekeeper? That seems to be the case. When I handed in the music two days ago, I seemed to have complained that there was no one in the house.
Taking care of it seriously affects the creative environment. Unexpectedly, the efficiency of the Magic Guild is quite high."
The butler named Dais retracted his crystal arm that knocked on the door. The rest of his body was still tightly wrapped in a cloak, and his head seemed to have a full-face helmet made of crystal. Only a little bit was exposed near his mouth and nose.
He didn't say much, but silently followed Bergman into the house.
Bergman, who was leading the way, slowly frowned: "The smell of blood is so strong. Did you just withdraw from the battlefield?"
"No, miss." The cloaked butler stood at attention and replied without hesitation. "I have been discharged from the army for two months and sixteen days. I was previously affiliated with the Scourge Legion, and my unit 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 lichs. Since you are sent from above
The housekeeper should pay more attention to this aspect in the future."
Dai Si nodded solemnly: "I understand."
"Forget it, a guy like you is probably covered in weapons. He wouldn't know how to clean up after the battle. It's natural no matter how bloody the smell is. What did you say your name was just now?"
"Des Mond."
"It's such an unartistic name." Bergman curled her lips when she heard this, with a look of disapproval clearly showing in her green eyes, but she did not find fault with the butler's name because she knew very well that the agency hated samurai.
It is the latest unit developed after the demons came to the demon world. Based on the original simple stitching of corpses, combined with dwarven crystal technology, it is a new type of unit formed by replacing key parts with crystal parts.
They have only undergone simple arcane intellectual enlightenment. On the battlefield, they rely purely on crystal armor or bodies that are stronger than gold and iron to charge into battle. For such assembled creatures, there is no point in making too complex requirements.
"Sorry." The steward's helmet did not show any dissatisfaction.
"You don't have to act so serious, I can't see it." Bergman's attitude obviously did not improve at all because of the seriousness of the other party. "How much do you know about the owner of this villa."
"Basically, before I came here, the union has entered all the information about you, Miss, into my memory core. Which part of the relevant content do you need to specifically inquire about?"
"I'm a little thirsty." Bergman tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"I will prepare it according to your instructions." Dais turned around 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 jellyfish wine is 21%, and the others..."
"I want tea!"
"Understood." Dais just stood at attention and stayed there for a short time while answering the question. When the direct order from the Lich Master came, he immediately went straight to the kitchen. The location information of tea cakes and boiling water were all there, and what he needed was
All it does is brew.
A moment later, a beautifully patterned teacup was placed on the table in front of Bergman. Dess held a crystal teapot and slowly poured tea into the cup. A thin line ran straight down from the spout. Bergman was accustomed to this.
She was sitting sideways, and the water vapor rising from the tea cup did not obscure the dark lenses on the bridge of her nose.
While pouring tea, Dais spoke in a calm voice: "Before I accepted this task, I went to the Brunei Temple to listen to the hymns of the saints. The music you composed is consistent with the choir's singing.
The sounds were perfectly combined, fully demonstrating our tribe’s infinite love and admiration for the Dream Goddess. It left me with a very deep impression.”
Bergman's upper body did not turn around the table, "Is that also part of inputting data?"
"No, that's the feeling I want to express."
"Really? I remember that it seems to be a piece of music I composed specifically for the temple twenty years ago. I also achieved my first success with this piece of music, and the reputation of the genius blind female composer seems to have started from that time.
. Since then, various invitations have continued to come in, and there are even things like banquet songs for the Lich Kingdom."
"Your tea is ready." Dai Si gently placed the teapot on the table and reminded in a relatively quiet voice.
Bergman seemed not to have heard this, and continued to talk to himself, "But that should be regarded as information thrown into the waste paper pile, right? I remember that the music industry now has a different evaluation of me, such as Ingrid
•; Bergman has exhausted his talents and is just trying to gain fame and reputation..."
"No, there is no similar record in my memory core."
"Really? It seems like they did some screening before inputting, right?" Miss Lich finally turned her body around, slowly picked up the teacup and brought it to her mouth.
"You are worrying too much. Besides, before I came in, the piece that seemed to be unfinished was quite good and the melody was quite beautiful."
"It really has no sense of art." The tea cup slowly moved away from his lips.
"Um?"
"This cup of tea has the same name as yours."
The delicate hand holding the tea cup tilted slightly, and the whole cup of tea was poured directly onto the ground without hesitation.
For Miss Lich, who always advocates elegance, this is already an extremely rude way to express her emotions. After all, she can't curse like any crypt shrew, nor can she just throw the tea cup out at will, or throw it directly in the direction of the housekeeper.
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"Beautiful melody? You are just an abomination. Even if you are equipped with various crystal components according to the current rules, you are still just an abomination, a killing machine in the Undead Scourge! What qualifications do you have to talk about my creations?
Song?" The hostess who burst out with such a long speech did not even turn her head.
Silence. Silence lasted for about half a minute. The crystal helmet still firmly covered almost the entire face of the agency steward.
Finally, the still calm and monotonous voice came out from the butler who was standing upright holding a tea tray——
"terribly sorry."
There was no answer. Bergman just turned his back and waved. The organ-hating butler who strictly followed the master's instructions walked backwards and left the living room. What was left behind was still the darkness that had been there for a long time.
Miss Bergman, who is blind, does not need light. The same goes for Dess, the crystal mechanism-hating butler.