Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 58: Please Start Your Show (4)

Zong Que looked at the picture album used to relieve the boredom on the table in the lounge, and the servant next to him was counting the gold coins box by box when the door was knocked from outside.
Zong Que did not move, and the butler had already arrived at the door: "Which one?"
"Hello, Her Majesty the Queen sent me a gift to Viscount Eberland." A respectful voice came in.
The butler looked at Zong Que, and when he nodded slightly, he opened the door, saw the cage covered with red cloth, and gave way: "Please come in."
Several servants carried the cage in and gently placed it on the ground, among which came the sound of gently trembling breathing and the sound of chains moving lightly, and the queen's butler walked up to Zong Que and saluted: "Viscount Aiberland, the queen feels very sorry for today's incident, so she specially gives you this gift, and promises that the same thing will not happen again in the future, I hope you will be happy."
"It's just a trifle, thank Her Majesty the Queen on my behalf." Zong Que put down the album and said.
"Okay, I'll relay it." The Queen's butler saluted and turned to leave the place.
The door was covered, the huge iron cage was covered by red cloth, boxes of gold coins were counted and moved away, Zong Que did not rush to open it to take a peek, but sat there and continued to look at the album, after all the gold coins were removed, the butler asked: "Master, do you want to take this box with you?"
Although he is a beautiful boy, as a possession, the owner has the power to dispose of him at will, and can also decide whether he goes back by car or is transported back as goods.
"No, let him out." Zong Que said.
The butler paused for a moment and asked, "Won't you open this gift yourself?"
"You just do it for you." Zong Que had no intention of leaving.
People are in hand, but they are also dangerous.
Although he has the same soul, different experiences and memories also doom him to become a completely different person.
The similarity of the soul is destined for him to be similar, but is the difference revealed only because of the influence of the experience?
At present, he can only be treated as an ordinary person, understand his temperament, and then make follow-up plans.
"Yes." The butler walked to the iron cage and lifted the red cloth.
The boy in the cage was lying inside, even if he heard the words outside, he shrank slightly when he saw the light, and his light blue eyes looked out with some fear, which was overflowing with water.
The butler looked at this scene in front of him and took a deep breath, this is an extremely beautiful child, even with his many years of experience and heart, he can't help but pity, but such beauty is also doomed to become a plaything of nobles after losing his place, because such vulnerability not only causes pity, but also destructive desire.
The butler squatted and opened the cage door, the young man shrunk, gently held his breath and sat up, the chains rattled, the butler turned to look at the master, but only saw the man's eyes looking down at the album, for this gift, he is likely to be just a whim, and after being photographed by Count Abner, and after being transferred, it is very likely to lose interest.
And once he loses interest, it is fatal for the child.
"Can you let me go?" The boy shrunk in the corner of the cage and asked in a low voice.
[His crying made people's hearts break. 1314 said with pity.
[It can also crush people's hearts.] Zong Que said.
1314 instantly choked, wanting to say how is it possible to say such a beautiful little cutie, and then found that the fact is that the little cutie that twitches in front of him is a very murderous species: [It is very unreasonable for this species to have beauty! ] It
is easy for the three views of the system to follow the five senses.
"If you can pay 301,000 gold coins." The butler took out the key, and his gloved hands opened the chains on the boy's limbs and neck one by one, and also saw his extremely beautiful wrists and ankles.
Even if the chain is polished smooth and has no weight, it still leaves some marks on the fair and delicate skin of the teenager, making this beauty a little more fragile, and also makes people feel the magic of the creator, he almost gave all his preferences to the teenager in front of him, but made him lose the ability to lean over.
Three hundred and one thousand gold coins, this is the money that the teenager in front of him can't pay anyway, otherwise he wouldn't be here.
The young man's eyes trembled slightly, and when the housekeeper let open the cage door, he slowly stood up from the inside, walked to Zong Que, gently pursed his lips, and shouted: "Master."
His voice was extremely pleasant, with a fragile and helpless water intent, and when Zong Que raised his eyes, his whole body trembled slightly, and he didn't look away.
Zong Que looked at the boy in front of him who seemed to be full of fear, he really didn't understand why someone had such an interest, he closed the album and got up and said, "Go back."
"Yes." The butler saluted respectfully, not noticing the interest in the poor young man's eyes, and turned to look at the young man who remained in place and said, "Come with me."
"Yes." The boy obediently followed.
The carriage was preparing outside, and when the coachman helped open the door, Zong Que had already boarded the car, the young man followed the butler to the side of the car, looked at the indifferent man in the car and hesitated, wanting to sit on the opposite corner, but was reminded by the butler behind him: "That's my position, you should sit next to the master."
"Yes." The boy tightened his fingers and sat next to Zong Que, but leaned as close as he could, almost squeezing out of the car if possible.
The butler sighed at this scene, got into the carriage and closed the door.
Although this boy is very pitiful, but the matter has come to this point, instead of being afraid to hide, it is better to please the owner and let him live more comfortably.
And he has been following the master for several years, although the master does not smile, but he does things calmly, has never punished anyone at will, and there are no strange hobbies, except for photographing a teenager today, but perhaps only such a beautiful life can hook a trace of interest of the owner.
The carriage moved lightly and drove away from the door of the auction, Zong Que looked at the scenery outside the window, and the butler asked: "Master, do you want to go back to Xiaolou or go directly to the manor?"
"Xiao Lou." Zong Que withdrew his gaze and said.
"Okay." The butler instructed the coachman from the front window.
The carriage ran over the road and swayed gently, Zong Que sat steadily, but the boy who was almost leaning against the wall of the carriage occasionally needed to hold the seat to balance his body because he sat stiffly and straight.
The carriage was not large, the ground was not completely flat, and when the wheels ran over the gravel, and even the butler needed to support the seat to sit steadily, Zong Que's arm was pasted with some strength.
He turned his eyes to look over, and the boy who seemed to lean over because of the inertia of the carriage looked up in a little panic, stepped back to the side and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I just can't sit still, I'm sorry for crumpling your clothes." Humans
can't sit still probably because of inertia, and blood races can't sit still because they do it on purpose.
Zong Que rolled his eyes and said, "It's okay. Silence
returned to the car in an instant, calmly looking at the man outside the window without any desire to talk at all, Joel carefully looked at his eyes hanging down a few times, the corners of his lips gently hooked in the shadows, knowing that he had really found something interesting this time.
Men, the more a man in a gentleman's appearance, the more likely he is to resemble a beast on the inside, and a man who is accustomed to disguising himself as a decent gentleman must be more interesting in private.
Zong Que didn't notice his smile. 1314 was observing this fragile and beautiful little cat 360 degrees without dead ends, and then found that his mechanical heart was frightened.
The host is right, this cat Hugh wants to confuse it with its beautiful appearance!
It took only ten minutes for the car to arrive at the small building, and the housekeeper opened the door and looked at the teenager who almost wanted to escape from the car and reminded: "Master please." The
young man's figure immediately froze, looked at the man inside, and for a moment seemed to not know whether he should go down or not: "Master..."
"You go down first." Zong Que said.
The young man hurriedly got out of the car, learning the housekeeper to stand next to the car door, but his cheeks were dyed with a thin red: "Master please." Zong
Que got out of the car, looked at the thin red on his cheeks and earlobes, and his eyes stopped for a moment and walked into the door.
Most of the redness of people's faces is due to the acceleration of peripheral blood circulation caused by the increase in body temperature, but the blood tribe is said to have no body temperature, and the blood does not circulate, strictly speaking, it is a corpse in action.
But the housekeeper did not notice the abnormality of his body temperature when he contacted him, he could move freely like an ordinary person, and there was a conflict with ordinary biology, but he did not expect that even blushing could be simulated.
The butler noticed this scene and said to the young man next to him when Zong Que walked in: "Don't be afraid, the master is not a fierce person, but it has become the possession of the master, and your life will be completely different from before, understand?"
"Yes." The boy answered obediently.
"What a smart child, your clothes are too thin, and they are stained with the smell of the venue, the master has a cleanliness fetish, go take a shower and change into clean clothes." The butler said.
Zong Que entered the small building, put down his cane, refused the service of the maids, and went upstairs, which was small, only three servants took care of things, but everything was complete.
Zong Que took off his coat, smelled the perfume and coffee stained on it, took out his home clothes, changed them all, put them on the changing wardrobe, and walked out.
"Master, lunch is ready." The servant came and said.
Zong Que went downstairs and sat at the dining table without seeing the person who came back.
"Master, what do you want?" The servant asked.
"What about people?" Zong Que asked, and the servant reacted,
"That boy you brought back?" The butler Barrow told him to take a shower first.
"Let Barrow arrange everything for him and give him whatever he wants." Zong Que looked down again and ate his lunch.
He should not be interested in acting for a while and be able to communicate normally.
"Okay." The servant said.
After Zong Que had lunch, he entered the study, and the butler Barrow came out with the washed and watery boy, and listened to the servant's relay: "What did the master say to give for what?"
"Yes." There was some envy in the servant's words.
Although the boy became a slave, he could still live the same life as a nobleman as long as his master liked it.
"Did the owner say where he lived?" Butler Barrow asked.
The servant shook his head and said, "I didn't say it, I only let you arrange it."
"Okay, I see, you go and clean the room to the left of the master." After Barro's butler finished instructing this, he said to another servant, "Prepare a lunch, be light." "Okay
." The servants did it.
The butler Barrow turned to look at the young man who was covered in moisture, and said, "You eat something first, but don't eat too much."
"Yes." Joel answered obediently.
"Although the master said that you want to give everything, I still have to tell you about the rules of serving the master." Butler Barrow said, "If you remember, you will be much better."
Joel pursed his lips gently, the corners of his lips gently hooked, and his eyes contained a touch of gratitude: "I am very willing to learn from you."
His smile was pure and beautiful, and the butler of Barrow sighed in his heart, feeling that he should not have known that the word service contained two meanings.
31,000 gold coins, money that many people cannot obtain in their lifetimes, can correspond to its value not only by superficial service.
"Then first of all, dining etiquette, the host does not mind talking during meals, but does not like small talk, you better have something to tell him." Barrow Butler said as lunch was served.
"Yes." Joel sat at the table, and all the dining etiquette was excellent, which made the butler Barrow very satisfied.
"The master does not like people to enter and exit his room and study at will, you need to knock on the door, three times at a time ..."
"Yes." Joel answered obediently.
"When the master comes back from going out, you need to meet you at the door in advance."
"Yes."
"The master works late every night, and you have to change the candles he will use for the night in advance."
"Yes..."
The butler Barrow said a lot of rules, and the young man answered them one by one, and as he became familiar with the environment, his timidity slowly faded, and even occasionally revealed the temperament of the former nobleman.
When it was getting dark and the fragrance of dinner overflowed, the butler of Barrow signaled to the young man beside him: "When the time comes, according to what I told you before, go and call the master to come down for dinner."
"Yes." Joel turned upstairs, remembering the details of the butler's instructions, his fingers tapped lightly three times, and an inquiring voice came from inside, "What happened?"
Joel's ears moved when he heard this voice, although this man sounded a lot of elaborate, but he had to admit that he had proud external conditions, he was more like a blood race than a human.
If he really faced the human prince with stubble on his face, he might not have such good patience.
"Master, dinner is ready." Joel said.
Qingyue's voice came into the room, and Zong Que stopped his pen and looked at the door, "Wait a minute."
He put away the pen and paper, got up and went to the door to open the door, and unsurprisingly saw the boy's eyes shrink slightly.
If nothing else, he can still act for a long time.
And until his interest disappears, it is best not to expose it, once the person with a strong force value is revealed, destroying his hobbies, no one knows what he will do in anger.
After all, in addition to being disobedient, his patience does not look very good.
Zong Que stepped forward and took the door, looking at the figure of the young man who was caught off guard and almost fell backwards with his left foot and right foot, reaching out and holding his shoulder: "Be careful." They
still have a long time to get along, and they can't ignore it too much.
"Yes, thank you." Joel looked at the hand on his shoulder, his cheeks reddish in thanks.
"You're welcome." Zong Que let go of his hand and turned to go downstairs.
Joel did not hurry to move, but looked sideways at his shoulder, his hidden teeth were slightly itchy, and even had the urge to pop up, he didn't find that this man's blood was surprisingly mellow, it was the taste of special blood.
Only people with healthy bodies, balanced nutrition, and long-term emotional stability will have blood, even in 10,000 people.
His luck was really good.
Joel followed, quickened his pace, and even went downstairs with some unconcealed panting.
"Joel, don't be too anxious to do things by the master's side, too anxious is easy to make trouble." The butler instructed.
"Yes, I'm sorry, the master is too tall, I can't keep up." Joel blushed with shame and seemed to be able to breathe hot.
Zong Que sat at the dining table and paid attention to his state, such meticulous acting skills have been soaked in the marrow, it seems that he can easily enter the play anytime and anywhere, and it is a pity not to enter the entertainment industry: "Let's eat."
"Yes." The servants served dinner, but it was only placed in front of Zong Que.
Zong Que glanced at the young man who was urged by the butler to come over and hand over the knife and fork, "Have you eaten?" The
first time the host cared so much, 1314 was frightened: [Host, you care about him! ] 】
Could it be that the host also got the beauty of the kitten?
[I'm just curious about how the Blood Clan eats. Zong Que said.
This understanding beyond biology, which can sustain the existence of strength and action by blood alone, may be able to involve the so-called immortality of the Origin world.
1314: [...]
Its ruthless host, which can never become a person who is stunned, is great!
Joel hesitated, and the housekeeper said: "Master, Joel can't eat at night, otherwise he won't be able to serve you well." The
young man nodded, but there was clearly puzzlement and grievance in his eyes.
Zong Que was silent for a moment, heard the roar from the young man's abdomen, turned his gaze, and saw the other party's hand covering his stomach in panic, and said with shame on his face: "Hug, sorry, I didn't feel hungry." 1314
experienced it, where did not understand that the host's glance should be to explore how the blood tribe was hungry.
Others are looking at how cute the kitten's face is, how oily and slippery the fur is, only its host cares about why the cat eats fish and does not jam the fish bones, how the body bones are structured, so that it can easily drill through those holes, this is the truth.
"Let him have dinner." Zong Que said.
The butler wanted to say something, but he stepped back and ordered the servant to serve another dinner and put it across from the table.
"Thank you." Joel sat across from him, bowed his head to the look in his eyes, picked up the spoon and drank the soup carefully.
He didn't make a sound, his education was excellent, and he only occasionally raised his head to meet Shangzongque's gaze, with some panic: "Master, don't you eat?"
"Is the stuff still appetizing?" Zong Que asked.
"Yes."Joel said, "It's delicious.
Zong Que's eyebrows moved slightly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was a lie or the truth, and lowered his head to eat his meal.
The blood tribe should not be able to obtain energy from human food, but can dissolve blood, that is, has a digestive system, but does not extract energy, there is no need to digest food, there is no need to hoard things in the body, should be harmful.
Joel looked down to eat, and from time to time he could feel the man's inquiring gaze, and he was a little tired of the other party's disguise picking too quickly, but he couldn't help but lick his teeth.
Although his interest is gone, he can get such a great blood slave, and it is not in vain that he played such a scene.
After dinner, the sky outside was completely dark, Zong Que rested for a while, took the candle flame to the bathroom to take a bath, and when he came out, the whole small building had generally fallen into silence.
Candles were expensive in this era, and nobles mostly fell asleep early except for banquets, and at this time, the city was already in darkness.
Zong Que went upstairs and opened the door, intending to look at the quarterly report again, but saw the uneasy boy standing in the room.
The other party's cheeks turned white when they met his gaze, and with a bit of panic, he stepped back in small steps: "Lord, master..."
Zong Que looked at him, wondering what step he had taken: "What are you here for?"
He closed the door, placed the candlestick on the desk, looked at the boy's trembling appearance, and sat on the sofa next to him.
"The housekeeper said, saying that he will serve you to sleep tonight..." The young man's eyes were watery, and he even spoke with a nasal voice, "I, I..."
Zong Que understood that he had acted to know that serving was not limited to the work of servants.
"You don't have to wait, go back to your room and go to sleep." Zong Que is also the first time to see acting, and he also comes with a script.
Barrow meant well, but this misunderstood his meaning.
Joel's eyes blinked lightly, looking at the silent man, surprised that he did not play cards according to the routine, generally encountered this kind of lonely man and widow in the same room, no matter how good the disguised person will not be able to control himself.
But if he goes out like this, wouldn't it be too faceless.
"You..." asked Joseph softly, shrinking his shoulders, "don't you like me?"
Zong Que pondered his script deduction: "What do you want to say? "The
butler said you bought me back to serve you." Joel looked worried, "If I don't serve you, I... I will have no value.
His tears fell one by one, and he seemed to be at a loss, he was afraid of such an encounter, but he knew that he could not avoid it, because if a gift was not liked by the owner, everyone could wantonly despise him and bully him.
The appearance was originally a gift from heaven, but at this moment it has become a disaster for him, maybe one day he will be hated and given to others at will.
The boy's lips were stained with teardrops, pitiful and helpless under the candle fire, as if it could be shattered with the candle flame.
But even if he plays very pitifully, Zong Que only has a feeling that a crocodile sheds tears, even if this crocodile is very beautiful, it does not affect the prey that he eats to his mouth with tears after achieving his goal.
"My manor is far away from Barron City, few nobles will go, you can be an ordinary servant to work in the manor, you don't have to do this kind of thing." Zong Que got up and said, "Let's go out."
Joel's tears fell halfway, and he blinked his eyes at the figure sitting at the desk, he said it all, what else is the need for this man to act?
Could it be that he didn't play well enough? Or did he discover his true identity? But shouldn't he be afraid to stay away? Or was he acting too hastily?
Joel thought about his own problem and felt that his teeth were a little itchy, but he saw the man sitting at the desk take out the document and turn his eyes and ask, "What else is going on?"
His expression was calm, and that moment made Joel even suspect that his charm had failed: "Thank you, I am very grateful to you." Spending
so much money to buy him back as a servant, he didn't believe it!
And not interested in him, why keep staring at him at the dinner table?
Could it be that he met a more advanced hunter this time?
"Hmm." Zong Que responded, his gaze turned to the document, "Go out and bring the door."
"Good, okay." Joel turned and went out with the door, his cheeks bulged, he casually wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and entered his room.
It was neatly cleaned and comfortable, with soft carpets, spacious beds, even sheets that Joel felt comfortable with, and two soft throw pillows.
Joel sat on it, lying down on his back and looking at the moonlight outside the window, recalling every look and movement of the man.
The other party's emotions are hidden deeply, not much mood swings, but seem to be very enthusiastic about work, and for him, it seems that he is interested and not interested.
Joel rolled over on the bed, pondered, rolled over and sat up when he found no clue, and put his hand on the pillow to support his cheek, feeling that this person was worth studying.
Extra grade blood is rare, but it is said that the blood that the owner of the blood willingly gives is the top, and it is not mixed with a trace of fear, but when it is full of dedication, it will achieve an incomparable taste.
Joel hadn't tasted it, but it was undeniable that something too easy to achieve would never pique his interest too much, so he needed to find a new one every time he found a new game before playing it for two days, hoping that this would keep his interest a little longer.
Joel lay on the bed with a pillow, his hair scattered, he moved his ears, listening to the constant writing sound in the next room: "Workaholic."
He must conquer this man.
The sound of writing continued for a long time, because it was very rhythmic, so that the bloodclan who was in bed because they could not help themselves because they thought about the sense of achievement after the future conquest gradually became sleepy, until they fell asleep after a yawn.
And this sleep was at dawn, there was movement walking around outside the door, because of greedy moonlight, the window without curtains penetrated the annoying daylight, so that the teenager who slept soundly on the bed frowned, his fingers were hard, and his sharp nails grew out in an instant.
There were three knocks on the door, and Joel opened his eyes and hid his hand behind him when the door was pushed open from the outside.
The housekeeper looked at the teenager who got up in a hurry on the bed, and asked with a deep breath: "When did you come back here last night?"
He had not seen the boy at his master in the morning, and now his neck was clean, because there were no marks on the arms and calves exposed by the loose pajamas, and it was obvious that he had not been touched.
Joel got up, pulled up his clothes and got out of bed: "Last night the master let me come back when he went back, and he said that it would be good to let me do the work of a servant."
"Have you ever cried?" The butler asked, looking at the tear stains on his cheeks.
Joel was a little embarrassed: "Yes."
"If you were a nobleman, would you be willing to spend three hundred thousand gold coins to buy only a beautiful servant?" The housekeeper sighed and said, "Think about this problem well, so that you can better survive by the master's side."
Such beauty is a sin, and if it is not liked and protected by the owner, it will only bring him harm.
And from the moment he entered the auction, his fate was already sealed.
Joel's body shrank slightly: "I'm sorry..."
"Okay kid, since the master has asked you to be a servant, you should be the master's personal servant for the time being." The housekeeper gave him the time on the pocket watch and said, "The master usually gets up at six o'clock, you need to get up earlier than him, not that the others have already woken up and you are still sleeping in."
"Yes." Joel responded obediently, knowing that this was another challenge he faced.
He had played so many times, the first time he saw a nobleman was from six o'clock, or really let him be a servant.
But he doesn't need sleep anyway, it's fun to be challenging.
"Then hurry up and change your clothes, we have to go back to the manor in Mila Town today, leave a little later, and it will be dark when we arrive." The butler exited and took the doorway with him.
"Yes." Joel looked at the closed door and sat down on the bed.
The town of Mila, I always feel as if I have heard this name somewhere.
The morning air was cool, and when Joel went downstairs, the owner was already sitting on the sofa watchingThe newspaper, the other party seemed to hear the voice and looked over, the dark and deep eyes met, and Joel called softly: "Master." The mood in
those eyes did not change in the slightest, but the man sitting there spoke: "Let's go after breakfast."
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Joel went downstairs and whispered, "I don't have to eat breakfast." He
could taste human food, but it didn't help him at all, the so-called sweetness of humans was very strange to him, the bitterness was even more weird, he still liked the taste of blood more than that, but he was not very interested in ordinary blood.
Zong Que glanced at the well-behaved young man and got up and said, "Let's go." The
blood clan is immortal and should not be troubled by gastrointestinal diseases.
Joel: "..." Why
doesn't he play his cards according to the routine?
Zong Que went out, Joel hurriedly followed, the butler sighed, feeling that it was about the boy's crying resistance last night that made the usually kind master displeased, he thought about it, or ordered the servants here to bring an extra refreshment and go out.
Zongque sat inside, Joel sat next to him, and the butler got into the carriage with the food box and ordered the coachman to travel.
Zong Que's gaze fell on the food box for a moment, and the housekeeper explained: "Master, we are late to leave today, bring an extra copy to avoid hunger on the way."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied, knowing that he was well-intentioned, but this kindness was placed on the blood tribe that did not need human food, and it could only be a good heart to do bad things, "Don't do what happened last night." The
butler glanced at the young man hanging his head and said, "Did Joel do something that upset you?"
"No, I will arrange that kind of thing myself if I need to." Zong Que said.
"Okay, I'm sorry I made a fuss." The butler said.
"Hmm." Zong Que looked at the scenery hurriedly passing by outside the window.
The roads in this era were not very smooth, and there was no way to deal with things while sitting in a carriage, otherwise your eyesight would be greatly affected.
The carriage soon left Barroncity and walked on the road to the town of Mila, the sound of wheels running over stones continued, but the carriage was quiet.
The butler did not make a sound without permission, Zong Que was repeatedly deducing the plan, the task of this world was more difficult than he had booked, even if he achieved the position of the Pope, or even the royal family, as long as the blood clan next to him was disobedient, no amount of doing among the human beings would help.
And if you suppress it with force, it will only lead to the same end as the original world line.
They are obviously very comfortable with this silence, but Joel is very uncomfortable, he needs to maintain a correct and cautious sitting posture all the time, and can not make a sound, the carriage is closed, the blood and qi of the people next to him continue to invade his sense of smell, and he can't smell if he is far away, and the sunlight outside is getting stronger and stronger, this is not a challenge at all, this is torture.
A professional player should be able to adapt to various situations, but not include being bored to death.
Joel's gaze fell on the food box, an idea flashed in his mind, and a moment later Zong Que heard a small gagging sound from the side, his gaze turned over, the young man covered his heart as if he was frightened, but he frowned uncomfortably: "Sorry..."
"Are you not feeling well?" The butler asked.
"I'm sorry." Joel gasped softly, "I feel a little uncomfortable."
He asked to go down and breathe, and if he sat like this, he would become a dry corpse.
"Hand out." Zong Que opened the box on the side, took out the medicine pillow from it and placed it on the table board that was pulled down.
Joel was a little puzzled, and the housekeeper smiled: "Just put your wrist on that medicine pillow, the master is a very famous doctor."
"Doctor?" Joel's eyes widened slightly, and he had some doubts in his heart, he had seen many treatments for humans, but he had never seen a wrist stretch.
"Yes, haven't you heard Dr. Eberland's name before?" The butler asked.
Joel's fingers moved lightly, and he looked at the man beside him, his mouth opening slightly.
When he remembered, he said how he heard the name Aberan so familiar, wasn't this the person he had looked for several times many years ago and had not met!
Is it this person who turned the group around that count, that is, this person made a pill that made him suffer beyond words, or did this person make him look for it three times and couldn't find it!
But he... Shouldn't it be a very old dwarf?
Why is it so young and so tall?
Even if Joel doesn't know the names of many of the human races, he also knows a saying among humans, that is, don't mess with Dr. Eberland, because his medical skills are likely to make you die without knowing who the murderer is.
Joel's heart was extremely excited by this discovery, but it also carried a little unspeakable apprehension.
"I've heard of it." Joel looked at the man beside him, his eyes lit up a little, "I didn't expect you to be Dr. Eberland, I have always admired you."
"Hand." Zong Que looked at the medicine pillow.
After such a long time, the blood clan in front of him should not remember his name very much, otherwise they would not have pretended to be motion sickness in front of him.
"How can I bother you." Joel flicked his eyelashes and whispered, "I'm fine."
This is a professional doctor, if he is found and shows his stuffing, the play will not be able to continue, it is rare that two funny people are the same person, and he does not want to end so soon.
"Don't shy away from medical treatment, if you vomit on the car, we will have a long delay." Zong Que said.
Joel's back teeth grinded lightly, and suddenly felt that it was okay to suck blood now, and it was a big deal to tie people to his castle to play slowly, and he put his hand on the medicine pillow and said: "Then please."
Zong Que took his wrist and probed everywhere, except for his heartbeat, everything else was quite calm.
So it is possible to simulate body temperature and heartbeat, but do not know other human body structures.
"Doctor, is there something wrong with my body?" Joel tried to suppress the smile at the corner of his lips and asked worriedly.
Zong Que looked at the unconcealable excitement in his eyes, let go of his hand, and said, "There is no problem, it's just the motion sickness reaction caused by not eating breakfast."
Joel: "... Are you sure? This
guy won't be playing tricks on his wrists, right?
"Hmm." Zong Que took out a medicine box from the medicine box, opened it and took out a medicine and handed it to him, "Hold it under the base of your tongue, don't spit it."
The pill was pitch black, and there was a pervasive medicinal smell, and Joel looked at the pitch-black medicine, and only felt that the whole mouth was bitter: "Can you not..."
"Joel, the master's medicine is very precious." The butler said.
Although this guy's medical skills were not as good as the legend, but he was not discovered, the play had to continue, Joel took the pill, took a deep breath and pushed it under the base of his tongue.
But I found that although the medicinal smell was a little unpleasant, there was a slightly sweet taste spread, wrapped in a cool and squishy breath, which made him feel a lot more comfortable even if he was exposed to the sun.
Is it not that the other party has poor medical skills, but that he really got motion sickness?
The daylight was stronger, the housekeeper closed the curtains, the carriage was suddenly a little dark, a very narrow place, the carriage was constantly shaking, the wall of the carriage was still hard, like the coffin where he once slept, Joel liked the current environment a little, and it was really uncomfortable to sit, leaning against the wall of the carriage and gently closing his eyes.
His body relaxed, and he also changed from constantly kowtowing on the side wall to leaning back, and finally his head slipped and slid on Zong Que's shoulder.
The housekeeper was also a little sleepy, and wanted to get up when he noticed this scene, but he saw the owner's side eyes, his hand signaled a silence, and looked at the boy who was pillowed on him, although his eyes were calm, but different from the previous indifference.
The housekeeper sat back and looked away, Zong Que reached out and probed the young man's breath, and there was no breath flowing at all, indicating that he was really asleep.
The medicine he gave had the effect of relieving motion sickness, inevitably mixed with the effect of aiding sleep, but I didn't expect it to be useful to the blood family.
The faint sunlight fell on the boy's upturned eyelashes, making this dark creature look like a legendary angel, and he seemed to have seen such a picture at some point.
Zong Que looked at it for a while, then turned his gaze to the window, listening to the whisper in the boy's dream: "It's so fragrant... Hmm..."
"It's sleeping." The butler laughed softly.
"I'm really hungry." Zong Que lowered his voice.
But by no means hungry for the snacks brought by the butler.
Looking out of the window, the field can already be seen in the middle of the jungle not far away.