House No. 5 is located very close to the Qingshui Flower River.
In front of a villa with a simple wall, Art listened to the gurgling sound of the Qingshuihua River and pulled the bell in front of the iron gate.
The copper bell made a very clear and ethereal sound. After a while, a middle-aged man dressed as a butler came to the door. When he saw that the person holding the door was a child, he frowned slightly.
"Child, what can you do?"
This is a very kind-looking capable man, wearing a suit that looks very similar to a black suit on Earth, but there are slight differences in some details - for example, there are many pockets on its surface, and it is not
It is a decoration. You can see that it contains many tools such as small scissors.
And more importantly, this butler is not a doll, but a real human being.
"I'm here to see Mr. Check, through the commission he published in the Adventurers Association." Art raised his head and looked at the uncle, and then took out the well-preserved original commission from his arms.
"Uh, but why is it a child..." The uncle butler seemed a little confused, but he still took the original document handed over by Art. After checking it again and again, he handed it back to Art.
"Well, it does seem like this." The housekeeper sighed, slowly opened the iron gate in front of the yard, and chose to believe the child.
"Mr. Chek should still be in the front hall now. You can go in directly to find him." The housekeeper pointed to the small cabin not far away and said, "The maid will take you in when you get to the door."
It seems that the housekeeper is no longer following Art.
"I understand." Art nodded, following the housekeeper's instructions and the gravel path behind the iron fence, and slowly walked towards the house.
Walking on the gravel road, Art couldn't help but look around. The layout here really made him feel incredible.
The yard here is much larger than it looks. The fresh grass has grown almost a finger high, and flowers of all sizes and various woody plants are regularly circled. It looks even more luxurious than the Baron Mansion.
few.
"Ah, whose child is this? He actually ran in?" Just as Art was admiring these beautiful scenery that is rare to see in the desert, a voice stopped him.
As soon as he finished speaking, a girl with pure white hair tied into a single ponytail walked out of the same pure white flowers. Her light green pupils, like the core of some kind of flower, reflected Art's appearance very clearly. She was gorgeous.
Her long white dress was stained with many yellow and green leaves.
His beauty made Art stunned for a moment, but when he reacted, she was already in front of him, smiling and stroking his head.
"Well, are you lost? Or is there something wrong?" The girl seemed to enjoy the feeling of touching Art very much, but when she touched Art, Art, who had recovered his senses, was also observing her.
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This girl has a not very obvious seam at the joint of her arm, and her body does not rise and fall with breathing.
It's obvious that she is a doll, but she doesn't look like a maid.
"Well, I'm here to see Mr. Check. Is he at home?" Art asked knowingly.
"Coming to see Chek? Yeah, he's at home, and he seems to be waiting for someone." As she said that, the doll girl took back her hand on Art's head and supported her knees.
Half-bent, he asked again: "But by the way, kid, what's your name?"
"My name is Art." Art expertly arranged his messed up hair and replied.
"Art? What a cute name." The doll girl tilted her head and laughed, then responded: "My name is White Seagull, and I am a doll that belongs to Cheke. Come on, I'll take you in."
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"Well, thank you."
"You're welcome...and, can I hug you?"
"don't want."
Following the gravel road that was already halfway there, and led by the white seagull, we soon arrived in front of the villa.
"Miss Bai Haiou, who is this child?" At the door of the villa, two real maids in maid uniforms came up and asked.
"He's here to see Cheke, please open the door." Bai Haiou took Art's hand and after the maid opened the door, he pulled Art straight towards the front hall.
On a table and chair in the front hall, Art found a middle-aged uncle with a sad face and gorgeous clothes. Compared with the lean type of the housekeeper, this uncle seemed more kind, but his figure was also slightly bloated, but
If he were ten years younger, he would definitely be a handsome young man.
"White Seagull? What's the matter with you? And why did you bring a child in again? I said, I will not adopt these street children whose identities cannot be guaranteed." The middle-aged uncle buried his hands in his palms.
, said with a sigh, it seems that this is not the first time that the white seagull has brought a child here.
"Of course not. This child's name is Art, and he said he came to see you, Cheke." White Seagull did not appear unhappy because of the uncle's misinterpretation, and his face was still full of happiness.
"Looking for me? I don't remember that I have ever interviewed any children... No, wait, could it be?" Cheke seemed to realize something, and frowned and looked at Art.
"Well, it's me. Do you need to talk alone?" Art looked at the confused white seagull behind him, and he probably understood that Cheke probably hadn't explained this matter to the two parties involved.
"Uh...ah, yes, White Seagull, please go out first. I have something that I need to talk to this young gentleman about. It's a very important matter!" Cheke is indeed a big businessman, and he quickly understood that Art
What he said was true, and he quickly chased the white seagull out of the door.
"Eh?! This isn't fair! Why do I have to - Phew, I understand." Bai Haiou initially seemed to want to argue, but soon changed his attitude and walked out of the villa with some dissatisfaction.
Closed the door gently.
After the white seagull left for a while, Cheke finally spoke to Art.
"Okay, little guy, you are a lot more sensible than you look." Cheke exhaled and returned to the chair again. After hesitating for a while, he helped Art push out the heavy wooden armchair.
"Thank you." Art used a little strength and climbed onto the chair, barely able to reach half of his body above the table.
"But seriously, you... can you handle this?" Cheke frowned, spread his hands, and said, "This is definitely not a simple matter. It's like the two of them killed each other's parents.
Just like enemies!"
"Don't worry, I think I should be able to handle it, but you have to tell me the whole story first, right?"