After an unknown amount of time, the intermittent sound of the piano sounded again in the studio.
Even to the ears of the housekeeper, those playing sounds cannot be called music. Not only do they often pause at inexplicable places, but many times they are only two or three bars or even shorter. No one can hear what Miss Bergman is doing.
I want to express something, but everyone knows that just repeating similar playing is meaningless.
Suddenly, the female composer's hands slammed on the keys at the same time, making a deafening noise. "I'm working! Don't stand there like a pillar! You have nothing else to do except distract me.
Did you do it?"
In the direction of her outburst of anger, in an unobtrusive corner by the door of the studio, Dess, wrapped in a black cloak, stood there quietly. "Please forgive me for coming in uninvited, Miss Bergman. You
Disabling the magic early warning device in the entire villa will pose a serious threat to your personal safety. Especially if your eyesight is inconvenient, it is really too dangerous for you to do so."
"No one will come here to do anything against a blind man like me! Thieves will never come here, and even if they come, they won't get anything. Put away your disgustingly rigid caution!" Bergman said.
She retorted rudely, but at this moment, she didn't move even a little bit. She was still sitting firmly in front of the piano, not even bothering to turn her head back.
"I'm extremely sorry for disturbing your creation!" These were the words left by the butler before he resigned. "Please don't mind me, just continue your creation."
So, when the housekeeper carried the bucket towards the garden, which was once again full of perfumed hyacinths, those bouncing notes echoed throughout the villa again.
The two suns still hung high in the sky of the Demon Realm. The originally sick flowers and plants finally regained some vitality under the moistening water sprinkled by the agency housekeeper. People in the small town passed by the villa from time to time, and occasionally there were curious ones.
People pointed at Dais' tall back, and some were whispering about what kind of existence was hidden under the wide black cloak.
All of this was absorbed into the machine steward's auditory system, but he did not focus on these boring places. Desmond was just doing watering work, and occasionally
He raised his head and stared in the direction of the studio, as if to confirm the owner's safety.
Simple notes can still be heard from that direction from time to time. Occasionally, hummingbirds that have been lingering among the flowers for a long time will fly by.
Often at this time, the harsh sound of hands falling on the keys will sound again.
Miss Lich's creation is still stuck in a bottleneck state, although she doesn't know what her housekeeper is doing at this time. A ray of sunlight shines in from the bright window, illuminating the particularly thin and helpless figure in front of the piano.
Bergman lowered his head feebly and sat in front of the piano, not moving for a long time.
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In front of the long dining table in the restaurant, Miss Bergman sat at the head table and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner with slow movements. On the gorgeous smeralon tablecloth in front of her, there were several dishes that had only been touched by knives and forks.
One or two dishes were served. The butler, still wrapped in a cloak, stood behind her.
These dishes were naturally cooked by the agency housekeeper himself, and chef-specific information, including cooking techniques, was also instilled in his memory core. In the first few days, Miss Bergman did not give up any opportunity to criticize him. But like this
The days did not last for many days. After all, no matter how mechanical Dais was, his stability and fine control ability as an excellent warrior were still fully displayed. As long as the food was cooked in strict compliance with the information and procedures, it would always be better than what the blind Miss Bergman cooked by herself.
It came out much better.
During the meal, Miss Lich even just needs to stretch her arm out, and the knowledgeable butler will hand over the crystal goblet filled with wine. The purple-red wine can bring out the soft whiteness of Bergman's slender forearms.
, brought the wine glass to her lips and took a sip. The hostess of the villa raised her lips slightly, but still did not express any satisfaction. The butler, on the other hand, just carefully put the wine bottle back into its place, without any thought.
There will be no redundant representation.
"How many people have you killed?" A clueless greeting broke the silence in the restaurant.
The agency steward tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be a little more doubt in his tone, "What?"
"I'm asking you how many innocent lives you took away while serving in the Scourge of the Undead with your body now fully armed with crystal armor." Bergman's tone was light, with a hint of mockery.
"We are warriors controlled by the lichs. Usually, according to the relevant laws and regulations of the demon world, we are not allowed to target any silver eyed, lich and other high-ranking nobles. And the long-range troops of both the enemy and ours usually have no direct intersection with us."
The corners of Bergman's mouth turned up slightly, "Do you want to say that you have never killed anyone? Does that mean that all the people you killed were your own kind?"
no answer.
"How many mechanisms have you completely destroyed? Abominable warriors? Fully armored, partially clothed, and even primitive ones without half a crystal on their bodies?"
Still no answer.
"Is it so much... that it cannot be counted in such a long time? Your hands seem to be covered with considerable blood. There is one thing I am very curious about, that is when you tear apart those of your kind with your own hands,
How did you feel when you sent them to hell in pieces?"
The steward of the agency stood still, neither moving nor making any sound.
Bergman, who finally seemed a little impatient, banged his knife on the plate, "Get out of here, Stitch Monster! The already bland dinner has become even more lifeless because of you!!!"
"Then, I'll take my leave first, miss." This time the response from Dais was quite timely. Then the butler bowed his head respectfully as usual, slowly stepped back a few steps and left the edge of the dining table, and then said:
Turn around and leave at a normal speed.
To see him off, the owner of the villa deliberately scratched the dinner plate with a knife and fork, making a tooth-gripping sound. "He is really a disgusting guy!" Bergman made this concluding speech.
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A few days later, the loud noise caused by the two palms slapping the keys once again filled the entire villa. Miss Bergman sat dejectedly in front of the piano as usual, without any intention of taking any other action.
Two or three meters away from the piano, there are various musical instruments piled up. Some are common and some are uncommon. The only thing they have in common is that they are all made of crystal. These instruments exude all kinds of dazzling brilliance in the sun.
, it looks like they were all casually discarded on the floor of the studio. This is completely the work of Miss Bergman. The only thing worthy of her attention here is that it is placed in the middle of the studio, and she spends several hours every day on it.
Just playing the piano.
Genuine Aegean continental top piano.
At this time, the steward of the agency is using a special rag to clean the musical instruments on the ground. After meticulously wiping every corner of the musical instrument, he will carefully place the musical instruments in their respective categories and place all the musical instruments in their place.
The arrangement is as rigorous as the performance positions of a regular orchestra.
The thumping sounds Miss Bergman used to vent her annoyance did not affect his work. On the contrary, Miss Lich, who had declared a few days ago that he would affect her creations, seemed to have become accustomed to this person's presence and did not arrange her instruments for him.
The behavior shows any dissatisfaction. Both parties seem to have deliberately avoided the previous unpleasantness.
However, when Bergman finally gave up sitting next to the piano, got up and walked slowly towards the living room, the butler's work of arranging the instruments seemed to have come to an end. He turned his eyes to all the brand-new instruments in turn.
After scanning it, my attention finally rested on the piano.
Bergman had obviously been in a bad mood, because she even forgot to close the cover on the piano keys and left. After discovering the owner's negligence, Dess walked over without hesitation, but she was not close to the piano.
The place stopped unexpectedly. He looked at the eighty-eight keys for a long time, and finally slowly stretched out his right hand made of crystal as if he had made up his mind, slowly and slowly approached the keys, and then
Try to play a soft note.
"Don't touch my piano!" Bergman's sharp voice suddenly sounded behind him. She should have walked to the living room long ago but turned back for some reason, just to see this scene that she found extremely funny.
"If there is any damage to this piano, even if you dismantle it and sell it, you won't be able to make up for my losses!"
The housekeeper stepped away from the piano without hesitation: "I'm very sorry, Miss Bergman."
His answer was just a cold snort.
However, to Bergman's surprise, this time the housekeeper didn't seem to be planning to leave directly, but turned around and planned to say something to her.
"I have just cleaned up all the instruments in this studio. Although I have made preparations for necessary repairs and debugging before, in fact, there is relevant content in the core of my memory. But in the work just now
, I found that every instrument here is intact, except for being covered with dust, there is no problem at all. This means that you seem to have never used any of these instruments. Although I know that you are a
You are a piano composer, but don’t you ever need other instruments to trigger inspiration?” (Updated by Taotaro as soon as possible)