The Beast’s Blood Boils

Even if the housekeeper hears it, those playing sounds cannot be called music.Not only do I often stop at inexplicable places, but often there are only two or three bars or even shorter.No one can hear what Miss Bergman wants to express, but everyone knows that just repeating similar performances is meaningless.

Suddenly, the female composer's hands were slapped heavily on the piano keys at the same time, making a deafening noise."I'm working! Don't stick there like a pillar! Is there nothing else you can do except distract me?"

Dess, wrapped in a black cloak, stood quietly in the unobtrusive corner near the door of her studio's anger."Please forgive me for being uninvited, Miss Bergman. You have disarmed the magic warning device in the entire villa, which will pose a serious threat to your personal safety. Especially when your eyes are inconvenient, you do so. It's too dangerous."

"No one will specifically come to my disadvantage for such a blind man! Thieves will never patronize here, even if they come, they will not gain anything. Put your rigid and disgusting caution and put it away for me!" Bergmanhao Retorted unceremoniously, but at this moment, she did not move half of the position, she was still sitting firmly in front of the piano, and she didn't even bother to twist her head back.

"I'm extremely sorry for interrupting your creation!" These are the words left by the housekeeper before leaving."Please don't mind me, just continue your creation."

Thus, when the butler carried the bucket and walked towards the garden again full of perfume hyacinths, the bounce notes echoed again throughout the villa.

The two suns are still hanging high in the sky of the demon world.The originally ill flowers and plants finally regained a little vitality under the moistening of some clear water sprinkled by the housekeeper.From time to time in the town, people pass by the villa, and occasionally curious people point to Dess’ tall figure, and some people are quietly talking about what kind of existence is hidden under the big black cloak.

All of this has been paid into the auditory system of the robot butler, but he has not paid his attention to these boring places.Dess; Mond is just working on watering and irrigation, occasionally he raises his head and stares at the direction of the studio, as if he is confirming the owner's safety.

There are still simple notes in that direction from time to time.Occasionally, hummingbirds that have been hovering in the flowers for a long time fly by.

Often at this time, the harsh sound of both hands falling on the keys of the piano 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 projected in from the bright window, shining on the especially thin and helpless figure in front of the piano.

Bergman dropped his head feebly and sat in front of the piano without moving for a long time.

At the long dining table in the restaurant, Miss Bergman sat on the main seat and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner with slow movements.On the gorgeous Smyrtle tablecloth in front of her, there are several dishes that have only been touched by a knife and fork once or twice.The bureau steward was still wrapped in a cloak standing behind her.

These dishes are naturally cooked by the housekeeper, and his memory core is also infused with chef-specific information including cooking techniques.In the first few days, Miss Bergman did not give up any chance to accuse him.However, such days have not lasted for many days. After all, even if Deiss is mechanical, its stability and fine control ability as an excellent fighter can still be used to the fullest. As long as it is a meal cooked in strict compliance with the data process, it will always be better than the blind Bergman. The lady made it herself is much better.

During the meal, Miss Lich even stretched her arms out, and the wise office steward would pass the crystal goblet filled with wine by herself.

"How many people have you killed?" A thoughtless greeting broke the silence of the restaurant.

The organ steward tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be a little more question in his tone, "What?"

"I'm asking you how many innocent lives have been taken with your current body armed with crystal armor during your service in the Undead Scourge." Bergman's tone was light, with Ruoruuowu mocking.

"We are warriors controlled by the lich adults. Usually, according to the relevant laws and regulations of the devil world, we are not allowed to target any silver pupils, lich and other high-ranking nobles. And the long-range troops of both the enemy and us usually do not directly interact with us.

The corners of Bergman's mouth turned up slightly, "Want to say that I have never killed anyone? That means that all you killed were your kind?"

no answer.

"How many organs hate samurai have you completely destroyed? Full-body armor, partly dressed, even those primitive hatred samurai without half a piece of crystal?"

Still no answer.

"It's so much... so long as it can't be counted? Your hands seem to be covered with considerable blood. One thing I am very curious about is when you tear apart those of your kind, How did you feel when you sent them to hell in pieces?"

The organ steward has been standing in place, neither making any movement nor making any sound.

Finally, looking a little impatient, Bergman knocked the knife on the plate hard, "Get out of here, Stitching Monster! The originally bland and tasteless dinner made you stir even more lifeless!!!"

"Then I will retire first, miss." This time the response from Dess was very timely.Then the housekeeper lowered his head respectfully as usual, and then slowly backed a few steps away from the edge of the table before turning and leaving at a normal speed.

Seeing him off was made by the villa owner deliberately scratching the dinner plate with a knife and fork, making a sore sound."It's a boring fellow!" Bergman made such a concluding statement.

A few more days passed, and the loud noise of the two palms tapping the piano keys once again filled the entire villa.Miss Bergman also sat down at the piano as usual, without any intention of performing other actions.

Two or three meters away from the piano, there are piles of various musical instruments.There are common ones and some unusual ones. The only thing in common is that they are all made of crystal.These musical instruments exuding all kinds of dazzling brilliance in the sun seem to have been discarded on the floor of the studio.This is a masterpiece of Miss Bergman. The only thing worthy of her attention here is the piano placed in the center of the creative room. She spends a few hours every day playing the piano.

The top pianos of the Aegean mainland are genuine and authentic.

The housekeeper at this time was using a special cloth to clean up the musical instruments on the ground.After meticulously wiping every blind spot on the instrument, he will carefully put the instrument in place in different categories. The arrangement of all the instruments is as rigorous as the performance of a regular orchestra.

The thumping sound that Miss Bergman used to vent her irritability did not affect his work.Conversely, a few days ago, Miss Lich, who had stated that he would influence her creation, seemed to have become accustomed to the existence of this person, and did not express any dissatisfaction with his act of organizing instruments.Both parties seem to have deliberately avoided the unpleasantness before.

However, when Bergman finally gave up sitting next to the piano and got up and walked slowly towards the living room, the housekeeper's trimming of the instruments seemed to come to an end.After scanning his eyes on all the renewed instruments in turn, he finally focused on the piano.

Bergman's mood was obviously not good, because she even forgot to close the lid on the keyboard and left.Deiss, who found the owner's negligence, walked over without hesitation, but stopped in a ghostly place not too close to the piano.He looked at the eighty-eight keys for a long time, and finally as if made up his mind, he slowly stretched out his right hand made of crystal, approached the keys slowly and slowly, and then tentatively pressed a light Light musical notes.

"Don't touch my piano!" Bergman's sharp voice suddenly sounded behind him.She should have walked into the living room long ago and didn't know why she folded back again, just to see this scene that made her feel extremely funny."If there is any damage to this piano, even if you disassemble it, you can't make up for my loss!"

The housekeeper stepped away from the piano without hesitation: "I'm very sorry, Miss Bergman."

The answer to him was just a cold snort.

However, to Bergman's surprise, the butler didn't seem to leave directly this time, but turned around, intending to say something to her.

"I have cleaned up all the instruments in this creative room just now. Although I was prepared for the necessary repairs and adjustments before, in fact, there are related content in the core materials of my memory. But in the work just now , I found that every musical instrument here is intact, except for dust, there is nothing wrong with it. That is to say, you don’t seem to have used any of these musical instruments. Although I know you are one A piano composer, but don’t you never need other instruments to trigger inspiration?"