my devil butler

"Master, let's go down and have a look." Jiulan said, picked up Fengyue, and walked to the cabin. Along the way, he walked on blood, and a black feather fell, falling into the pool of blood and causing ripples .

In the cabin, there are a lot of food and a few beds. It didn’t take a long time to go to that island before, just more than a day, so there is no need to prepare a lot of sheets.

"Young master, there is still one person who hasn't been removed yet. Before dawn, you should take a rest first." Jiu Lan put Fengyue on the bed sheet, settled him down, and turned to leave.

Fengyue was lying on the bed, looking at the deck, it was dark here, no candles were lit, it was extremely quiet, Fengyue pulled up the quilt, covered her head, turned over, faced the wall, did not close her eyes, and kept her eyes open. with.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, startling Fengyue, and quickly responded that Jiulan had killed the last person.

"Da da da..." There was a sound of slow and rhythmic footsteps, Fengyue turned over and looked at the entrance of the cabin.

"Jiulan, let's go back to Paris first, but during the period, you can walk around as you please." Fengyue said, glanced at Jiulan, and continued: "From now on, you will appear as my deacon and housekeeper, and Paris And my family's castle should not have been destroyed."

"Yes, young master." Jiulan put her hands in her hands and nodded slightly.

"Hmm..." Closing his eyes, endless darkness hits him, but there is no such panic, but a kind of enjoyment, he likes this kind of darkness very much...

At a glance, ten years passed in a blink of an eye, at the pier in Paris.

Two men in black dresses stepped out of the sail, one tall and one short, one in front of the other, forming a stark contrast.

The tall one is dressed in black, with black hair, black eyes, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He is so handsome that many aristocratic girls can't help but stop and look at him. The short boy is not bad at all, but he is younger. , he has a pair of purple eyes, and his hair is still black. The two have similarities in that they have fair skin and dark hair.

After they left, another group of tourists came to the pier.

Paris docks, people come and go, they shuttled through the crowd, and then slowly walked out of the crowd, after a long time, the short boy was defeated first, so tired!

"Master, are you lost?" Jiulan held the suitcase in her hand and looked at the young man leaning against the wall with a smile.

"The past ten years have changed so much that I almost can't remember the road. It should be not far ahead." Fengyue looked at the stretching road, and a crystal bead of sweat slipped from his forehead, streaking across his face. cheeks, reaches chin, then drips...

"Young master's drawing is not good enough, but I will try my best." Jiulan took out a piece of paper from her chest pocket, and on the paper was a crooked castle, which looked completely different!

Looking at that smiling face, Fengyue really wanted to go up and beat him up. It was drawn many years ago when she was homesick, and he kept it! !

"Then, master..." Jiulan walked up to Fengyue, picked him up with one hand, walked into a dark alley, and jumped onto the roof of this tall building while no one was paying attention. Here, you can see Seeing the distant scenery, looking around for tens of seconds, Jiulan clenched her hands and began to jump in one direction.

Fengyue glanced at her mouth, and hugged Jiulan's neck to avoid accidents. The wind blew past her ears, and there was a whistling sound.

"Ahead, isn't that what it is?" Jiulan jumped down from the tall building and looked at the castle not far ahead, which had many similarities with the one in the painting.

Hearing this, Fengyue turned her head and looked forward, and the castle standing in front of her was exactly his family's castle.

Fengyue: "Go and have a look, it shouldn't be destroyed."

There is a road leading to the castle. The roadside is full of maple trees, and the maple leaves are slightly yellow. It is September, and the road is covered with maple leaves. It can be seen that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

At the end of the road is a gate, made of iron, covered with blue roses, spread from the flower wall next to the gate. After Jiulan opened the gate, the scenery of the whole castle came into view.

There is a fountain in the garden, and the center of the fountain is a statue of a beautiful woman. The water flows out from the water bottle in her hand, but the amount of water is very small, but it also surprised Fengyue. After so many years, the fountain has not Dry and still dripping.

In this castle, the garden was built in front of the castle. There are not only fountains, but also gazebos and shrubs, which are no longer in shape. After ten years of neglect, they no longer have the pruned appearance.

Walls of flowers still look a bit like, bright red roses, demon blue roses, covering every corner of the entire garden, even the ground is full of flowers, vines, branches, and leaves.

Fengyue and Jiulan stepped on the road covered with flowers and walked towards the castle.

Pushing open the gate of the castle, everything inside was covered with dust, spiders entangled every corner with thread, Fengyue frowned slightly, turned and walked out of the castle.

"What's the matter, young master, don't you plan to go in and have a look?" Jiu Lan also turned and walked out of the castle.

"Let's talk about it after they come to clean up." Fengyue walked to the stone chair aside, Jiulan reached out and took out a handkerchief to wipe the stone chair clean in an instant.

Fengyue is no stranger to his actions. His acting skills are so perfect that he feels that no one can match them. He asked him to play the role of the deacon (the housekeeper agrees), but he did not expect him to be able to play it so well.

Jiulan stood quietly aside, looking at the gate with a smile, waiting for those people to arrive.

The setting sun was about to disappear, and the evening glow reflected the whole of Paris. Fengyue propped his head on his hands and fell asleep leaning on the stone chair.

"They're here, young master, let's go in and have dinner." Jiulan leaned down and said to Fengyue.

"Dinner?" Fengyue raised her eyebrows, opened her eyes, and looked back at the castle. The gate, which was completely clean, had been wiped down to shine. Unexpectedly, even the paint had been changed. Unexpectedly, Jiulan's speed was still the same as before. Generally unchanged.

"Master! Master..." Four men and women in casual clothes stood in front of Fengyue, and Fengyue looked back at them.

"The speed is very slow." Fengyue said quietly, maybe because she just woke up, her tone was a bit lazy.

"Hee hee, master, it's my first time in Paris, I don't know the way..." One of the blue-haired girls scratched her head in embarrassment. This girl was Feiouya, one of them she met during ten years of wandering.

"Young master has bought all the things you want." Another blond-haired boy smiled and lifted a large bag of items in his hand. He is Royanni, a sunny boy with a smile on his face, and he will always be there. Haven't seen it disappear.

"You guys take your things in first." Fengyue stood up, turned around and walked towards the castle. The castle was cleaned by Jiulan at some point, and even the tablecloths were replaced with new ones.

After passing the center of the table, there was a vase in the center of the table. Fengyue pulled out a rose from the vase, which was a newly cut rose, and returned to the main seat.

"Tonight's dinner is the famous French beef stew with red wine." Jiulan tied the white silk scarf around Fengyue's neck, and then lifted the lid that was placed on the dinner plate on the dining table.

Fengyue glanced at Jiulan, picked up the knife, and remembered the few dishes he cooked for him many years ago. It is for taste.

"Hehe." Jiulan noticed that Fengyue was staring at her, looked back and smiled at him, holding a bottle of wine in her hand, gently uncorked the bottle, facing an empty glass, tilted the bottle slightly , The purple-red wine drew a color line and flowed into the wine glass.