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In the room, the blond messenger was busy cleaning.

Since he moved in, it's been just him here.There are not many staff members in the palace, and they are mainly responsible for maintaining the daily operation. For various trivial matters, they save as much effort as they can.That's why Dylan needs to do the cleaning himself.

His white robe and trousers were hanging out, and he was wearing another of Dingler's clothes: a very long shirt and very short shorts.

When Dylan cleared the mess in the room, he started mopping the floor by hand.All four corners are taken care of, not to mention the rest of the space.

There are always some places that are not easy to clean, such as under the bed.But instead of backing down, Dylan took on the difficult challenge head-on.

Dylan knelt down on the ground, supported the stone brick with one hand, and reached under the bed with a wet rag in the other, wiping the dark place vigorously.

The bed is raised higher off the floor, which gives Dylan the freedom to move as far as he needs to.

Now Dylan is on the upper half of his body, cleaning the depths of the bed with a rag, and the back is raised high, facing the open door.

When Ted came to NO.12 on the third floor, he happened to meet this scene.

Reason told Ted to look away, but the reality was that he was staring straight at the people in the room.The white and straight legs are kneeling and folded at this moment, the trousers are rolled up to the middle of the thighs, the over-long shirt hangs down, barely covering the outline behind, but thanks to the cloth that is tightly attached to the skin, it adds A bit half-covered.

Following the movement of the messenger, that part moved accordingly, swaying and swaying.

Ted stood at the door blankly, telling himself not to look any more, but he was dazed and never looked back.

He dared say his gaze was unkind, even obscene.If Dylan had turned around now, he would have seen his blunt expression.Besides, there were more obvious incriminating things, if only Dylan could look down a little.

Moen, he himself thinks he is a pervert.

Ted turned around and began to breathe deeply.

At this time, the messengers in the house had already finished their work.

Dylan stood up, stretching his back leisurely.

The existence outside the door was naturally noticed by Dylan.

"Sir." Dylan thought he had misread, "Why are you here?" And with his back turned to him?

The tall figure stiffened slightly.

"Messenger, you must close the door if you do this kind of thing in the future."

This kind of thing?Dylan looked at his hands in bewilderment, there were traces of dirt on them.Who stipulated that the door must be closed when cleaning?He's just doing it for convenience, so as not to be troublesome when going in and out, what's wrong...

Not wanting to worry about such trivial matters, Dylan ran to wash his hands, and when he came out, he put down his rolled-up trousers, barely covering his knees.

The Paladin Commander turned around, looking normal, but he didn't look at Dylan, "Come out with me."

"Why? Is there something wrong?" Although he was still asking, Dylan had already walked outside the door.

"The instrument has arrived, but it's stuck outside the door. I need help lifting it."

I see.Dylan nodded in agreement, closed the door behind him, and left with the chief paladin.

When he arrived at the main entrance of the palace, Dylan couldn't see the delivery man. There were only two half-person-high instruments placed on the ground, with various unlabeled buttons installed on them, and pipelines scattered on the table.Dylan shook his head and sighed silently.

Fortunately, no one knows what these things are, otherwise they would be left carelessly like this, and they would not be afraid of being stolen.

Considering that there are two people, Dylan imagined that one person would carry one.

The Paladin Commander obviously thought so too.Dylan watched him walk past, lifted the instrument from below, and slowly moved it to the threshold.Judging by his appearance, it shouldn't be very heavy.Relieved, Dylan walked over to another instrument and tried to lift it up in the same manner.

Yet the instrument stood firm in place.

Suspecting that he was not exerting enough strength, Dylan tried again.This time he tried his best, but he could only lift the instrument up to the height of his ankles, and then he couldn't continue and had to put the instrument down.

By the way, where is the paladin leader?

Dylan glanced back.

Then he was startled.

The paladin commander had already moved the instrument into the courtyard.After a short walk, you can go straight upstairs.

Moen, is that lighter and his is heavier?Otherwise, how to explain the swift strides of the paladin leader?

Dylan gritted his teeth unwillingly, and violently lifted the instrument in front of him a few times.But reality beat Dylan in the end.There was no way he could lift the instrument.Never possible.What can he do now?Hurry up and stop the Paladin Commander, expressing that you are powerless?That's just embarrassing.

Don't forget, Dylan boy, when you first came here, you thought you were going to honor the Holy See!

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, Ted looked sideways, and met the messenger carrying the instrument.

If Ted hadn't been convinced that his eyesight was fine, he would have thought he was seeing wrong.

This little guy actually lifted it so high...?Almost to the waist.

And the hasty steps, but the expression is so relaxed, really unexpected.

Who would have thought that this body, which is smaller than that of men of the same age, contains enormous energy?

Unable to hide, the chief paladin's eyes showed admiration.

The two walked almost side by side.Following the side of the Paladin Commander, Dylan happily "carried" the instrument into the building.

Climbing the stairs was another daunting task, at least it made the chief paladin's panting harder, but it didn't bother Dylan in the slightest.

Seeing this, a trace of strangeness began to appear in the eyes of the chief paladin.

The two walked through the corridor and entered the infirmary, where Repa was lying on the hospital bed, snoring and sleeping.

When Ding Le saw them and the equipment, he was overjoyed immediately, and hurriedly greeted, "Just put it here, thanks for your hard work."

The paladin leader went there first and put the instrument by the wall.All of a sudden it took up that space.

Dylan looked left and right, trying to find a more suitable place, but before he found it, Dingler called him.

"Come on, please, Dee Dee."

As soon as Dylan heard it, he immediately passed by.

After all, he has known Ding Le for many years, and he understands that Ding Le's so-called electrification actually refers to plugging in the wires.Oddly enough, this therapist, despite his skill, got some things wrong and hard to correct.

For example, Dingler superstitiously believes that the installation process of all electrically driven equipment is a magical ritual.

Ding Le said so, although Dylan repeatedly reminded him that there is no such thing as "thunder magic cycle summoning technique" in the world, it is completely his imagination.But this is not important. What is important is that Dingler refused to touch the wires.So whenever new equipment needed to be installed, Dingler called someone—usually a magician—to perform the sacred and (in his opinion) dangerous ritual.

Dylan ran to the wall in a few steps and groped for the three pipelines on the table. It took him a while to figure out which one was which, after all, he was not a technical expert.After he was sure, he stuffed the pipes into a small box on the wall.That's not all.Dylan also had to connect different channels to different lines.Red to red, yellow to yellow, blue to blue.

Finally got it.

Dylan clapped his hands and looked around complacently.

It was at this moment that Dylan felt two dumbfounding eyes.what happened?Why does the chief paladin look at himself like this?

He caught a glimpse of the instrument he was in charge of carrying, still floating in the air, without any point of support, and instantly came to his senses.

God!He forgot to put the instrument down before he came over!Now all his little tricks are exposed...

His face was unbearably hot, and Dylan ran to put down the instrument, not daring to look directly at the gaze cast by the Paladin Commander.

"Thanks for your hard work." The thick male voice next to him paused, faintly teasing, "Di Dee."

The author has something to say: 20180511.

There was a problem with the computer, and I was afraid of losing my Sand Sculpture Novel file and dared not reinstall it. Fortunately, the reset saved the data, and I can send it as usual. :-)