"My Lord, here I come again!"
Viscount Dorit came again less than half a month later.
This time he didn't bring much food, but he brought boxes of fruit.
"Lord Viscount Dorit, thank you for your hard work!"
Mo Lin greeted Viscount Dorit with a smile, invited him in, and then asked him to pack up and move the things.
It is still unclear what the viscount's purpose is, but every time he comes, it's like he's delivering goods, which is really interesting!
"It's okay, I don't have any other abilities, I just have some very good contacts in various supply channels..."
Viscount Dorit laughed a few times, then suddenly approached Mo Lin and stared at the inky scales on her face for a few more seconds.
"What an amazing color, such brightness, such shape, such a perfect fit. Where did you buy this? This must not be sold in a store in London. I have walked through every commercial street in London and have never found such a beautiful decoration!"
After observing the two small scales, Viscount Dorit was filled with emotion and praise.
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He didn't dare to praise this beautiful woman because he always felt it was dangerous, but now he was just praising the decorations, why did he feel that this woman's smile was still so scary...
"Your Excellency is right. This ornament is out of print. Would you like to have a cup of tea first? Our master is doing morning exercises in the back hills and will be back before lunch."
Mo Lin once again felt that this Viscount was a fool with good fortune.
It was obvious that her scales were not normal ornaments, but because they looked so real, this guy praised them as rare treasures.
Next time, let Chi Tong take over the task of receiving this viscount. She really wants to see what words this viscount will use to praise the cat ears and cat tail.
Let Akagi experience this kind of praise that she didn't want to hear at all.
"Of course, I have always been obsessed with the delicious black tea of the Duke's family. My butler has also worked hard to learn, but he always fails to make it..."
When they arrived at the reception room, Viscount Dolit continued to praise this one and then the other. In short, as long as it belonged to the Duke's family, it was the best.
Mo Lin quickened his pace and finally invited the person in as gently as possible. Then he went out and found a maid with a pair of bear ears on her head, reminded her not to let her ears be touched, and then left temporarily to do other things.
After a while, when Ciel came over to play with Sebastian, he stopped at the door of the waiting room and began to wonder whether he should go in or not.
He really didn't want to get along with this Viscount for even a moment.
However, after adjusting his mood and state, Ciel still let Sebastian open the door.
Taking the initiative to walk over and sit next to him, Charles decided to use the Viscount's strong presence to train his psychological endurance.
If he wants to take revenge in the future, he will need to communicate with various nobles, so he must be prepared to endure praise and ridicule from others.
The current Viscount Dorrit happens to be an outstanding talent in London's social circle.
While they were having a friendly exchange, in the valley behind the Uchiha clan, Xingyan stopped, sheathed his black sword, and looked up at Lucifer standing opposite him.
Because the devil Satan was invited by that god to play chess and has not returned for more than half a month, Xingyan's sparring partner became Lucifer.
In addition to taking care of part of his life, there are also all kinds of affairs at home, and being a sparring partner is also the deacon's job.
Lucifer was very satisfied with this because he could find out the young master's secret from the battle.
Xingyan was even happier because he could still earn points by fighting with Lucifer. Although not as much as he earned from Satan, as long as he could get points, he was very happy.
"You're growing fast. You'll be able to hurt me in half a month. Boy, you're such a treasure!"
Lucifer raised his hands and patted his body twice, and the torn clothes and scars on his shoulders were instantly restored to full health.
He walked over and picked up Xingyan, who had indeed not grown any bigger. While walking back with him in his arms, he did not forget to heal the wounds on Xingyan's body.
"Can you call me Master or Young Master normally?"
Xing Yan rolled his eyes at the guy, complained in disgust, and then remained in a semi-comatose state listlessly, so that he could fall asleep faster when he returned, or wake up quickly.
"My little master, you are a treasure in your own right, please don't think this is a false compliment..."
Lucifer was not used to speaking in this way, but after seeing Xingyan's helpless expression, he thought it was a good idea to act it out.
Little cutie, baby little master, in short, all kinds of names that made Xingyan feel uncomfortable. After half a month, he had gotten used to calling him that.
In contrast, the knife in Xingyan's hand, and those attacks that had no routine at all, were becoming more and more ferocious.
It's not just for training, the real purpose is to chop him, hit him, and beat him!
"Where is your arrogance? Legend has it that you fell because of your arrogance. Why have you become like this now? Is the legend false, or is it you who are fake? You are not the kind of person I initially thought you were, the high and mighty beautiful fallen angel Lucifer!"
Xingyan narrowed his eyes and complained about the character problems that had been completely distorted by Lucifer.
"You believe it?"
Lucifer stopped and looked at the child who seemed to be about to fall asleep. He suddenly felt that he needed to emphasize something.
"I don't believe it. All the charges were written by them. It's just the declaration of the winner. But you are like this in human legends. I'm just complaining. Do you have any objection?"
Xing Yan opened his eyes, looked at the pair of blood-red eyes in front of him, and shook his head to indicate that he had never believed it.
There is no absolute relationship between complaining and believing or not.
"No problem, I'm just worried about whether your brain is still there, young master, and... who said he was the winner? The result of that time was that no one was the winner!"
Lucifer blinked, the blood-red devilish color in his eyes disappeared, and he continued to walk home holding Xingyan.
In that dispute, victory or defeat was not the most crucial issue, but that they gained the freedom they wanted.
Even though this freedom is not unlimited, it is much better than before.
Angels and demons are nothing more than tools when needed.
But compared to heaven and angels, after arriving in hell, they are freer and more independent, and no longer just sing praises to the image of God every day.
Also because they will not be brainwashed in an endless cycle, they become negative entities that most rulers do not like.
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