The Beast’s Blood Boils

In the early morning of the next day, earlier than usual, the sound of the piano began to echo from the villa.

　　 Also different from the past is that the piano sound this time seems to be more intermittent, even from the perspective of playing skills, it is simple and jerky. To make an analogy, it was almost like a rookie-level magic apprentice who had just started stammering and singing spells.

　　The reason for this is simple. It is not Miss Bergman herself who is standing in front of the piano and tentatively playing, but the housekeeper who is wrapped in his black cloak that has remained unchanged forever.

　　Days•; Mond did not sit on Miss Bergman's performance chair, the reason is not difficult to understand, his own huge weight, almost entirely composed of crystals, is definitely not something an ordinary chair can bear. The organ steward just stood there with his head down seriously, his upper body tilted slightly forward, so that his left hand fingers could just touch the keys.

　　The crystal texture of the organ fingers beating slowly on the piano, and it takes a few minutes to meditate after a few plays, and then strike a few notes again. In the aristocratic schools in the Aegean continent, most of the young humans who are first exposed to the piano also conduct their first auditions in such a rigid and rigid manner, and I am afraid they will not get any good evaluations. But at the moment it was an agency that hated the samurai who did this kind of thing, and this situation is really strange.

　　 "Don't touch my piano again!" An angry roar sounded behind the housekeeper, and Miss Bergman, dressed in simple household clothes, stood at the door of the creative room as usual. "Should I solemnly warn you last time? You are not allowed to use that hand to move my piano casually!"

　　 "So I switched to my left hand this time." From the moment the hostess appeared from the door, she wittily retreated to the organ steward next to her and replied respectfully.

　　 Miss Lich’s anger did not mean to dissipate at all: "Don’t play this kind of word game with me. I don’t care if you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid, similar things are not allowed to happen again!"

　　 "Really, I'm very sorry." The housekeeper's head hung down again.

　　 Maybe it's because the recent encounters have softened Bergman's attitude slightly. Seeing his butler’s consistent and respectful look, Bergman did not intend to continue scolding, but instead used a tone that seemed to be for himself, "I also said that even if you can read the staff, Being able to play every melody and every measure correctly in accordance with the requirements on the sheet music is nothing more than the normal operation of your organ body under the manipulation of spells."

　　 "That kind of music is fake, I don't want to listen to a single note!"

　　Miss Lich, who had finished speaking with a bad face, began to walk slowly towards the piano. As usual, the housekeeper should have completely left the piano at this time and was about to retire. Bergman didn't know why he had to explain so much to an abominable samurai just now, probably because he has become accustomed to someone talking recently. Even though the one who can talk to himself is nothing more than an abomination to an organization with a slightly more sophisticated craftsmanship.

　　 But what she did not expect was that the voice of the housekeeper actually sounded near the piano at this moment, as if he had never moved his position before. "Miss Bergman..."

"Last night, your bedroom door was not closed properly. I heard your voice from the room when I was dealing with housework. According to my analysis, it should be your unconsciousness in your sleep. of."

　　Miss Bergman did not speak, but silently stopped her footsteps. She wondered why the housekeeper had to say the above, and she was even more surprised what the other party wanted to do next.

　　 "If the data I collected at the time were not wrong, the sound you made in your sleep should be a piece of music. To be precise, the part that you are creating now that is interrupted at the bottleneck..."

　　 There was no obvious change in the expression of the hostess of the villa, and she did not move half a step under her feet, as if she had heard nothing.

　　 Dess, as the presenter; the Mongolian and German spirit has also not changed, as if they are performing a normal routine report. "...If you can connect with the song you hummed in your sleep, it seems that it can be continued correctly."

　　 Bergman still didn't say anything, in the ink-colored crystal glasses on the bridge of her delicate nose, the sunlight coming in from the window never flickered.

"If you exclude the error that I caused during the collection process, the song you hummed last night should feel like this..." I haven't received the order to stop, the organ steward not only kept making statements, but turned around to face it again. Playing the piano, hit the first note he sorted out.

　　 "Get out." Miss Bergman's voice finally sounded in the room, not the high pitch of anger, but the indifferent tone as if nothing happened.

　　 The housekeeper turned his head in a daze, but he couldn't see any fierce expression on the face of his mistress.

　　 "I don't need a crystal mechanism like you to hate warriors, so get out of this creative room right away." Miss Lich's voice is still as cold as the ice that never melts at the top of Tamuraya.

　　 "But, I haven't repeated all the songs for you..."

　　 Bergman's anger that was suppressed so hard finally broke out, she took a sudden step forward and raised her finger to the door of the room. "This is the master's order! Get out of me immediately!"

　　 There was a short silence.

　　 What happened next surprised Bergman again. Because the organ steward simply violated her order directly and still stood stubbornly in place. "piano……"

　　 I don't know what the hatred on the other side wants to say, but Bergman didn't intend to stop him. Probably, it was the first time that the housekeeper was so angry.

　　 So, the next sentence Dess said came into her ears so clearly. "I want to...learn to play the piano."

　　 "What did you say?" As if he heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, Bergman's originally taut face unexpectedly showed a smile. Not a kind smile, but a sneer full of mockery and contempt.

　　 The housekeeper maintained a respectful posture with his head bowed. "As you said, maybe no matter how hard I try, the music I can play on this piano is fake, everything is. But I hope to...at least be close to real music."

The sneer on Miss Lich’s face became more obvious: "It’s really funny. Like you, the institution that existed for killing since the beginning of manufacture hates the samurai, how could you want to learn something that Hausbull’s different piano? ?"

　　 As expected, the agency steward did not answer any rebuttal statements. However, he turned around and stretched out his crystal arm again, gently tapping on the keys slowly but firmly, and the tune that Bergman had hummed in his sleep emerged so slowly.

　　 And the anger of the hummer himself broke out again: "Stop it!! A killing machine like you is not worthy to touch my piano!"

　　 Amidst Miss Lich’s fury, the notes continued to dance.

　　 "You don't deserve to study any art at all! You just have to obediently accept the order and go to the battlefield to harvest your life of the same kind!" Bergman, who has been ignored repeatedly, cursed the guy in front of him as much as he could. But she has never been good at this kind of behavior, so even if she tries to be aggressive no matter what she tries to do, her lack of language is constantly reducing her expression effect. It sounds more like a helpless compromise.

　　 But the other party responded after all, even though the piano playing never stopped. "That's why... I want to learn to play the piano..." The voice of the housekeeper is the same as usual, but no matter who it is, he can hear the extremely firmness contained in these simple words. "Because I... I don't want to go back to that battlefield anymore."

　　Miss Bergman stood there in shock, no longer had the idea of ​​stopping her weird housekeeper.

　　 She doesn't know whether every hate warrior will behave so weird~www.novelmtl.com~ Perhaps the more advanced the organization hates the warrior, the more affected by the magical effect, the closer it can be to the normal demons, right? Miss Lich comforted herself like this.

　　 The command issued as the master at this moment is completely invalid, and she is even less likely to rely on force to stop the combat expert in front of the piano, and she does not want to stop it.

　　Berman himself is extremely disgusted with the so-called war. Whether it is with the Aegean invaders, or the perennial tumbling between the three continents of the demons. Her eyes are...

　　 Forget it, let the housekeeper do whatever he wants to do.

　　 Even if it is oneself, it is impossible to sit in front of the piano 24 hours a day. In his spare time to rest and conceive and create, he likes to engage in this kind of clumsy imitation, so he can just use it as an indirect salary. Miss Bergman persuaded herself to deceive herself like this, and slowly turned and left her creative room.

　　 Dess, who left behind; Mond remained upright, groping softly on the black and white keys.

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　　 The broad grassy plain is dotted with a number of green and vigorous old trees like umbrellas. There are a few faint white clouds floating in the sky. On the distant horizon, when the sky and the earth meet, the rising Di Polo is gracefully emerging, with infinite warmth and moving golden light.

　　 "Humphrey! Humphrey!" On the horizon, on the grass, under the trees, around or in the distance, you can't see the odious silver pupil. "Humphrey!"

The Lich girl who kept looking around was crying helplessly on the prairie. Although tears had blurred her eyes countless times, she still stubbornly shouted, looking for: "Wait for me... Humphrey... "