The Beast’s Blood Boils

The grass continued to retreat towards the Lich Girl, but there was still no shadow in front of him, "Don't go! Humphrey, don't leave me alone..."

　　 The Lich Girl stretched her hand forward, her beautiful face full of horror and sadness.

　　 However, no one answered her.

　　 She stumbled and ran on the grassland after all, she stumbled and fell, and her eyes were dark.

　　 "Humphry..."

　　Darkness, still infinite darkness.

　　 "Is that you..."

　　 Bergman, who was lying on his back on his bed, asked in a low voice, "It's Dess; Mond who is standing there?"

　　 did not answer. Not far from the bedroom door, the housekeeper's black cloak seemed to blend with the darkness in the bedroom.

　　 "I should have told you..." Bergman fumbled and stretched out his hand, and touched his dark crystal glasses on the low cabinet by the bed. While putting on her glasses, she slowly propped up her curvy upper body. Anyway, this was in front of an agency's hatred, even if he was dressed in pajamas, it didn't matter. "No entry into my bedroom."

　　 "Miss Bergman..." The housekeeper's reply finally appeared, "Your breakfast is ready."

　　 The two suns of the demon world have risen to the sky on time, but the villa shrouded in the sun is surprisingly silent today.

　　 In the restaurant, a cup of steaming coffee is placed next to Bergman. Miss Lich was waving a knife and fork at will, fiddling with the two well-tempered fried eggs on her dinner plate, and the sour creaking sounded from time to time.

　　 "Yesterday...I should have fired you?" Miss Lich, who had no appetite, finally spoke, but no one answered.

　　 The place where the housekeeper stood in the past is clearly empty at the moment.

　　 "Aren't you there?" The hostess of the villa muttered to herself questioningly. Then, she heard the piano sound that still had no sense of proficiency.

　　 The white fist holding the knife slammed heavily on the table. Bergman got up immediately without hesitation, and rushed straight towards the studio at his fastest speed.

　　 Standing in front of the piano and playing slowly, it is indeed the housekeeper Dess; Mond.

　　Ms. Bergman angrily wanted to grab something and threw it over, but since the creation room was carefully sorted out by the agency housekeeper, there were no scattered musical instruments on the floor. So the hostess fumbled for a long time and found nothing. "I warned you not to touch my piano again!!!"

　　 "Miss Bergman, please take a moment to listen. I feel that I have improved a little bit from before..." The organ steward did not look back, and the crystal fingers did not stop.

　　 "Progress?" The previous sneer appeared on Bergman's mouth again. "Are you talking about progress?! To your abomination, the so-called progress is nothing more than getting the body to accept the spell's command to become more and more in sync, and to play more mechanical notes according to the instructions on the score!"

　　 The agency steward was obviously not hit by Bergman's evaluation, and his voice remained calm. "I have been trying to play the piece you hummed. You can listen to it now..."

　　 Dess; Mond did not have time to finish this sentence, because a crystal trumpet had already flew past his head. "The noises you make are not called music at all!" Bergman didn't know when he had touched the place where the instrument was placed. She threw it along the source of the sound just now.

　　 "That kind of sound!" Along with the angry roar of Miss Lich, a double bass that was also made of crystal was pushed hard to the ground. "As long as the relevant information is entered into the memory core, and then what is typed can be called music?!"

　　 The crystal violin was swung around Bergman's hands, hitting various instruments around it. From time to time, huge musical instruments fell to the ground, and from time to time smaller ones were knocked out frequently. "What kind of **** is that kind of thing?!"

　　The Lich woman who has always been known for her gentleness and elegance in the Demon Realm actually spit out vulgar dirty words, which may be enough to be called news. But the steward of the agency at the moment obviously doesn't care about this. He was only forced to stop playing, trying to use words to stop the mistress who was in a state of rage. "If you become emotionally unstable like this, those instruments may be damaged by you."

　　 "Hahahaha..." Amidst a mess, Bergman's originally pale face showed an unnatural redness due to excessive exercise. "The instrument will be damaged? Are you trying to protect your crystal counterparts?"

The lich mistress of the villa began to slowly turn her body to her crystal mechanism and hate the samurai steward, "It's hypocritical! How many of your kind have you destroyed on the battlefield? All the instruments in this creative room add up, I'm afraid it's not as good as you. A fraction of the amount destroyed in a battle, right?"

　　 "Can you please lift the cloak?" The bow of the crystal violin pointed directly in the direction of the housekeeper. "It's not that I haven't inquired about your origins, so you can rest assured to open the cloak and let me see those ugly weapons on your body. Let me see how many you have killed with this innocent crystal body. Your companion!"

　　 The housekeeper slowly straightened his body and lowered his head slowly, but did not make any other movements.

The redness on Bergman’s face is more vivid, as is the sneer at the corners of his mouth, "Oh? There is no sense of resistance at all? An outstanding killing weapon like yours will also be imported. No matter how insulted you are, you must be obedient. Is there an instruction to respect the owner?"

no answer.

"Speaking of which, in the data entered into your memory core before, has it been mentioned that my personality is irritable and irritable? If not, it seems that you need me to provide you with all relevant information. Huh?"

"That's good, just let me tell you the information in the magic guild that will never enter you! Those tunes about why I hum in a dream, that nightmare that lasted for decades... oh No, it is not a dream to be precise. It should have happened decades ago. It happened when I set foot on the Aegean continent by chance."

　　 did not answer, the butler only needs to pose for listening at the moment.

"You should be very clear that not all Liches or Silver Eyes in the Demon Realm can live well. My real name is not Ingrid. Bergman, the name that represents a rundown nobleman has long been remembered I can’t get up. My parents have long been gone since I can remember. I was fostered in a similarly unglamorous silver pupil home, and Bergman gave me the name."

The expression on Miss Lich’s face has completely turned into a sad expression at this moment, "I have been weak since I was a child, and have suffered from various diseases. All the simple spells that Lich should be good at are not able to master all of them due to physical reasons. My eyes have not been good since then, and there are not many children willing to play with me. My only interest at the time was singing alone."

"No...it should be said that there is another person willing to take care of me. That is the young master Humphrey of the Silver Eye family; Bogart. Even though he was just a kid about my age at the time, his outstanding appearance made him look good. Silver Hitomi is also particularly outstanding in a race that is rich in beautiful men. There is never a shortage of attendants of all ages around him. Both boys and girls like to play with him. Even if his family is not a prominent nobleman, his side But it never lacks popularity."

"So I can't figure out why a good person like him always likes to be with me. Humphrey likes to sing with me, staring at the sky in the evening at the turn of day and night, and agreeing to love together in the future Count the stars in the night of Qin Continent..."

"Of course, this kind of worthless exchange was quickly noticed by his family. Humphrey is their only hope of restoring the glory of the former family. How can such a priceless treasure be mixed with a trash girl like me? So soon I was sent by this family to a shelter on another continent~www.novelmtl.com~ Hehe, in order to cut off Humphrey's improper thoughts, they were really willing to spend money..."

"In that kind of asylum where I am unfamiliar, it is commonplace for me to be bullied as a frail and sickly. Fortunately, I am a lich, and I haven't really been threatened by life. It's just that because of the poor environment, from time to time The high fever that started hurt my eyes more and more."

"In that situation, the only thing that can comfort me is music. The asylum is run by a large nobleman, and the girls inside always have the opportunity to enter the noble manor to do some simple labor work. There is a piano in the manor. It is used to show the master's artistic temperament in a grand opportunity. Although there are not too many occasions to perform, but because of this, it needs more careful maintenance. I was fortunate to get the job, and this is the first time Come into contact with musical instruments that are not made of crystal."

"It is a certain concubine lady in the aristocratic family who usually practices and plays the piano. I don't remember her name anymore, but she should have married and changed her surname early. Because her background is not strictly speaking. How can I see the light? If there is no skill in playing the piano, I am afraid that she would have been sent to other noble families as a props for marriage, right? I am afraid that it is also because of this, she is not as domineering as other nobles. I work as a handyman in the piano room At the time, I didn’t take care of her less, and it could even be said that my piano enlightenment classroom was her."

　　 "I thought it would be like this for the rest of my life. Who knew that the manor had a cocktail party as usual. I was temporarily transferred to serve as a receptionist due to lack of staff."

　　 "Then, I saw the familiar figure..."