Chapter 52: Trick or Treat Hanging on Street Lights
Darien was pleased with Sewell's massage, but preferred to be alone in the tub.
So after taking a very comfortable hot bath, he asked Sewell to take a bath before allowing him to massage his shoulders and neck.
Although the number of massages was very few, Sewell seemed to know his body very well. Each press was in the right place, with neither too light nor too heavy force. Every press made him tremble with comfort all over.
"Dear master, am I too strong?" Seville's voice was filled with confusion.
"No. Just follow this strength, it's very comfortable." Darien's face still had the blush of the hot bath, and he felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but hum.
"Okay, master." Sewell said softly.
The massage was so comfortable that Darien's body relaxed. He accidentally fell asleep. When he woke up, he had changed his bathrobe into a nightgown.
He yawned and pushed back the quilt, opened and closed his eyes, and after his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he staggered to his feet and changed his clothes.
When they arrived at the restaurant downstairs, Hawkins was feeding his dragon fruit salad, and Pluto was flying around his head, looking very angry.
The little green dragon lay on his expensive crystal chandelier, touching the large crystal with its claws again and again. Even at such a young age, it had already shown signs of being a money-grubber.
"Little Zefei, come down quickly. Here are fragrant and sweet strawberries and sour and sweet oranges." Hawkins waved a fork below, trying to attract Xiaolong's attention.
The little green dragon was still obsessed with the crystal chandelier and ignored him completely.
Pluto, on the other hand, looked like he was on the verge of exploding, as if he was about to be hit by a brick at any moment.
"Pluto, come here." Darien waved towards his magic book.
Pluto happily walked over, shaking his ears of corn. He missed his master so much after not seeing him for a few days that he shyly wrote on the open page, "I want to play twig-tossing with my master."
Below this sentence, there is a picture of a happy puppy holding a branch in its mouth.
"Sure." Darien agreed easily.
Pluto's ears almost left an afterimage.
"Ah." Hawkins, who failed to coax the little green dragon down, showed envy in his eyes. He stuffed the strawberry on the fork into his mouth and chewed it. "I really envy you. When will Zephy and I be able to do the same?"
"First, you have to replace that bowl of hay. Have you ever heard of a vegetarian dragon?" Darien glanced at him darkly. "Pluto, come here and let me see the bill for the past few days."
"It seems not...but what if? Zephy is green, shouldn't green dragons eat vegetables?" Hawkins said.
"It doesn't look like it wants to pay attention to you, so you'd better keep this bowl of hay for yourself," said Darien.
As they talked, Pluto slowly slipped from Darien's grasp, and it became obvious that it wasn't doing its job properly.
Darien sneered and severely punished the magic book for neglecting its duties. He asked it to pay off the bills of the past few days before playing the branch throwing game with it.
Hawkins went to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of sliced steak, followed by Sewell pushing a small food cart.
"Your milk pudding is ready. Would you like to sprinkle it with sugar and bake it into a thin caramel layer?" asked Sewell.
"Good suggestion, how do you bake it?" Darien asked.
Seville did not answer, but opened the lid and placed a trembling little pudding in front of him. The aroma of milk and the slightly yellow color made him very hungry.
Then Seville scooped out two large spoonfuls of sugar from the sugar jar next to him and sprinkled it on the pudding. In addition to the sugar, he also poured a little brandy on the pudding. Darian smelled the familiar smell of the wine.
Bang.
A ball of fire burned on the pudding. The slightly blue flame took away the taste of the wine. The fine sugar particles were melted by the flame, turning from particles into golden liquid, slightly yellow and burnt, and the flame quickly went out.
Sewell didn't give him a spoon, so the caramel syrup took a while to form a thin sugar shell.
"The performance was good, but I don't like waiting." Darien smelled the sweet aroma of pudding and resisted the urge to swallow his saliva.
"You can try the milk pudding without caramel first." Sewell brought out another plate of milk pudding from the dining car as if on purpose.
"Any more? I want to eat some too." said Hawkins, who was teasing the dragon on the side.
Sewell also served him a dish of milk pudding.
"You have to pay for your food," Darien said.
"Isn't food included in the rent?" asked Hawkins.
"Depending on my mood," Darien replied.
"That's not very nice!" Hawkins shouted.
Something even worse happened next. The little green dragon hanging on the crystal chandelier finally felt hungry, rushed down, and plunged headfirst into Hawkins' pudding.
"Haha." Darien laughed twice.
The milk pudding is smooth and tender. With a small silver spoon, you can scoop up a large piece and put it in your mouth. The milky taste and sweetness slide across the tip of your tongue at the same time. It doesn't take much effort and it can be crushed with a light touch of the tongue.
tasty.
The little green dragon Zephy thought so too. Hawkins was a little at a loss as to what to do with it that had fallen into the pudding. He took a spoon and wanted to fish it out. When the spoon was halfway in, he felt something was wrong, so he carefully pinched the little green dragon's tail with his hands, just like pinching a mouse.
"This is mine! Hey, shut up, you should be eating the fried steak!" Hawkins couldn't stop the little green dragon and could only let it eat the whole milk pudding.
"Let it eat it if it likes it." Darien licked his lips in a good mood.
"Darian, it's not your share." Hawkins' expression was full of resentment.
The pudding was eaten, so he had to chew the steak. He always had to have something to chew in his mouth, but after the little green dragon finished the milk pudding, his appetite was whetted and he dived into the steak bowl.
Darien's mood improved as Seville brought over a plate of solidified, crispy caramel milk pudding and a new small silver spoon.
While Hawkins and the little green dragon were fighting fiercely for the bowl over there, he was using a small silver spoon to crush the caramel and listening to the wonderful sound of the caramel breaking.
Ah, life is so beautiful.
After returning from Felin Village, Darien's life was not peaceful at all.
Every morning, he would be woken up on time by the noise of chickens flying and jumping outside.
"Hawkins! Keep your dragon under control! Don't let him scare my chickens anymore! They won't lay eggs!" Darien roared as he rushed out of the terrace barefoot.
"There's nothing I can do! It doesn't listen to me! Zephyr! Come back!" Hawkins quickly opened the window, leaned out and tried to look Darian in the eye.
Darien wanted only to pick up the flowerpot nearby and throw it at him on the head.
In the chicken coop downstairs, the hens flapped their wings and scrambled to get out of the chicken coop. The troublesome little green dragon occupied the entire chicken coop and rolled around on the soft hay inside.
Darien's head was buzzing with anger. This rude little guest was harassing his important property. The reduction in egg production not only meant no fried eggs for breakfast, but also meant that he would have to pay an extra bill!
"Sevier! Catch it! Tie it up! Hang it on the streetlight!"
He was obviously furious, and his morning grumpiness had taken over his mind, making him forget that there were no streetlights in the gardens and herb gardens outside the tower.
But Sewell always has a way.
He grabbed the naughty ghost that was disturbing the chicken coop by its wings, found a long piece of wood, stuck it into the ground, and then tied the little green dragon to it.
It looks like a green torch stuck in the ground.
Sewell had tied it loosely, enough for it to chew on the rope for a while, and enough for Darien to fall back into bed and take another nap.
Darien's morning had not yet begun. He walked back with a light step, then fell back into bed and continued to sleep until Sewell came to wake him up.
On those less peaceful days, Mrs. Mary came to the house on time to buy a love potion, and of course, she also shared her recent experiences.
"Dear Darien, Kenneth came home two days ago and brought a strange girl with him, which scared my husband." When Mrs. Mary talked about being scared, her face looked particularly happy.
Darien was very familiar with this smile; he also smiled like that when he saw others having fun.
"The girl's name is Celia. Although she looks a little strange, she is very pure. It has been a long time since we last met. How is she?" he asked.
"Very lively, and twice as noisy with Kenneth. Because of her, the walls can no longer contain Kenneth." Lady Mary shrugged.
"This is such sad news," Darien said with deep sympathy.
Lady Mary changed the subject.
"I've recently resumed attending banquets in the palace. To be honest, I feel the atmosphere in the palace is very strange." She frowned slightly.
"What's strange about that?" Darien continued naturally.
"The new Norman king is like a new shadow, covering the entire court. Although the banquet is lively and the dance is fun enough, I can clearly sense that the new king on the throne is in a very anxious mood, and he looks at everyone with such eyes." said Lady Mary.
Her brows were still furrowed, and the dark cloud that hung over the palace was also covering her at this moment.
"Do you need my advice?" Darien put down his teacup.
"Of course I need your advice," said Lady Mary.
"If possible, you should reduce the number of times you go to the palace recently," said Darien.
"Oh, of course, my intuition is never wrong. King Norman gives me the feeling of being too similar to his father. I think it's better for me to stay away from the court." Lady Mary nodded.
"Your intuition is always so sharp," Darien praised.
"It's really pleasant chatting with you. It's getting late and I should leave here. See you next time." Mrs. Mary stood up with a happy mood.
"Goodbye, it was nice chatting with you too." Darien also smiled.
Madam Mary left. Usually, there would be no more guests after this time. Darien stretched and asked Leon to prepare to close the door. It should be the end of the day.
Just as Leon responded, the shell wind chimes above the gorse door jingled, and a new guest came in.
Darien was a little surprised. He looked towards the door and was even more surprised by the new guest.
"Cynthia?"
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