◇ Chapter 71 Old News
Bai Yu walked back to the Grand Duke's bedroom from the garden. Another male servant was guarding the door and made a "hush" gesture to him.
"Sir Bai Yu, the Grand Duke is sleeping."
Grand Duke Imur also seemed to be a night owl, sleeping during the day and coming out at night. After a busy night, he would cover his head and sleep during the day.
The male servant who was selected together with him was named Miller, his ancestors had the title of baron, and he was also one of the noble families of Ilria. However, by his generation, the family had declined, so he pushed the heir out to try to win the favor of the Grand Duke and add bricks and tiles to the crumbling family.
Judging from his background, Miller is far better than Bai Yu, the black doctor who runs an unqualified clinic.
Bai Yu had no intention of competing with him for favor, so he simply said, "Then I'll go back and rest first."
He also didn't sleep all night.
When Bai Yu woke up, it was time for lunch at the Grand Duke's Mansion.
After washing up, he put on the butler's uniform and then served food to Grand Duke Imur according to the butler's instructions.
The Grand Duke had obviously just woken up and was not fully awake yet. His lake blue eyes were misty and lightly watery. He was sitting upright behind the dining table. From the moment Bai Yu came in, his eyes were fixed on the doctor. The gloomy expression between his brows disappeared, and he looked a little dazed.
The doctor looks really good today.
The butler's uniform has a waist belt, and the leather fishbone creates a beautiful waistline. When you lower your head, you can even see the cleavage on the chest from the collar.
The doctor's chest muscles are also very beautiful.
Bai Yu: “…”
He stood aside, waiting for the butler's arrangements.
Miller arrived earlier, holding a basin of water and wrung out a towel: "Grand Duke, please wipe your hands."
Immediately, he tentatively reached for the Archduke's sleeve.
Imur was stunned, but when Miller was about to touch his skin, he suddenly pulled his hand away and frowned.
The old butler shouted in a low voice: "Step back, the Grand Duke doesn't like being touched by others!"
Miller bit his lip and retreated.
Bai Yu stood aside with his head down, thinking: "It seems that this commandment is true."
Legend has it that the Duke hates to mention cats, but Bai Yu has said the word so many times that it's almost dead, and Imur hasn't done anything to him, so it's clear that he doesn't really hate it. But judging from the way he subconsciously avoids being touched, he does hate skin contact with people.
66: "Host, the opportunity has come."
Bai Yu took the basin from Miller, wrung the towel again, and then grabbed the Grand Duke's wrist.
He half-knelt down, held the Grand Duke's wrist, forced Imur to spread his palm, then squeezed the hot towel between his fingers and began to wipe it.
Imur: “!”
The doctor's actions were aggressive, strong and unyielding. Pinching the Grand Duke's finger bones was like the doctor pinching a diseased area. Imur was like a kitten being held by the scruff of the neck by its owner. He was startled but could only obey and was unable to struggle.
In a trance, Imur even thought that he had returned to the treatment bed, was injected with anesthesia, and was being kneaded and flattened by the doctor.
But on the other side, the doctor was half-kneeling in a subordinate posture, seemingly completely submissive.
The Duke’s scalp tingled: “Bai Yu!”
Bai Yu spread out his hands: "Give me your other hand, too."
Imur: “Oh…”
He subconsciously handed over his other hand, but got goosebumps all over his body when the hot towel covered him again.
If he were in kitten form, his fur would have stood up.
...Why, why did he just obey what the doctor said?
Imur's three views were shaken, but Bai Yu had already completed all the work of a male servant. He wiped his fingers with a towel and deliberately pressed his palms together. The heat from the steam permeated and turned his skin red.
“…”
The Grand Duke stared at his open palm.
...want to step on breast milk.
...I want my paws to bloom and then step on my milk.
...I want my paws to bloom and then step on the doctor's breasts.
The three thoughts progressed one after another. This had nothing to do with the Duke's own wishes and was entirely due to the instinct of the cat's body. But when Imur realized the thoughts in his mind, he stepped back two steps and fell into the chair unconsciously.
What the hell are you thinking about!
If he was in kitten form, he would have raised his hand to slap himself.
Bai Yu maintained the posture of holding the towel in astonishment, watching the Duke fall back into his seat: "Huh? I was just wiping my hands, why did you react so strongly?"
66 leaned on his shoulder and said, "Ymur really looks like he hates being touched. His neck and ears are all red. Is he mad to death? But it doesn't matter, host. I'm ready to help you block your senses."
The old butler almost fainted watching them interact.
What kind of male servants did these two hire?
He pointed at Bai Yu tremblingly and said, "Back off! You back off too!"
Bai Yu picked up the towel and was about to leave when Yimuer fell into a chair and said, "...Wait."
His expression was still one of surprise and doubt, and his eyes, which were usually slightly lowered, widened. Only then did Bai Yu realize that the Grand Duke had a pair of eyes that looked very much like a cat's.
Her eyelashes are long and thick, and her eyes are charming and upturned, making her look arrogant and noble.
The Duke slightly adjusted his sitting posture, sitting elegantly and dignifiedly again, then he coughed and said casually: "Well, Bai Yu, stay and have dinner with me."
Bai Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.
He sat next to Grand Duke Imur, eating alone most of the time, and occasionally helping the Grand Duke prepare dishes.
The menu on the table was adjusted by Bai Yu. There were fewer raw and cold foods, and more vegetables and soft meat. Yimuer was a bit picky about food, so Bai Yu occasionally helped him serve the food and said coldly, "With your wound, it's better for you to eat more of these."
The tone is still that of wanting to listen but not wanting to listen.
Imur looked at the leaves on the plate with embarrassment. Kittens naturally don't like to eat leaves, even after they turned into humans. He secretly glanced at the doctor, and still took two bites reluctantly.
Take small bites at a time, like a rabbit chewing grass.
Bai Yu saw this and was speechless for a moment.
For some reason, this cruel and moody Grand Duke actually reminded him of Platinum Dumpling. The way he nibbled the vegetables was not annoying, but rather a little cute.
For some reason, he softened his voice and reminded her, "Your health is already very poor, and your internal and external deficiencies are serious. If you don't take good care of yourself, you will run out of energy sooner or later. It's best not to stay up late. It's better to handle official business during the day."
This was another reminder of usurpation. No one in a higher position liked to hear the words "the oil is exhausted and the lamp is running out". However, the Grand Duke just paused and said softly: "Hmm."
Still looks very well behaved.
The doctor paused, then, out of responsibility to the patient, asked: "Can I see your medical records?"
Imur replied lightly: "I'll send it to your room later."
Bai Yu: "...Okay, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, please tell me."
Although he is a veterinarian, he has also studied basic medicine. This level was insignificant in his previous life and he was unable to cure diseases and save lives, but in Ilria, where technology is limited, his suggestions are still worth considering.
Imur's fingers holding the knife and fork curled slightly: "Okay."
Immediately, both of them fell silent.
The Duke lowered his eyes and looked at the vegetables that the doctor had placed on the plate, thinking absentmindedly: "Uncomfortable? Of course I will feel uncomfortable. In a few days, it will be 'that day' again."
*
After serving the legendary picky duke his meal, the doctor returned to his bedroom in one piece.
The two servants lived in a suite, two separate rooms with a common living room in the middle. Miller was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a newspaper gloomily.
Bai Yu took off his coat and scanned the newspaper, stopping on a certain piece of news.
"The cat singer from the midnight tavern disappeared without a trace and her whereabouts are unknown."
"Our reporter has a quick report: the pub 'Midnight' that became popular the day before yesterday because of the cat-man singer has been closed down due to illegal operation. The singer 'Eliza' is missing..."
Miller's eyes followed him across the newspaper and also stopped at that line of words, saying playfully: "Doctor, you were born in the downtown area, so you probably don't know what Catwoman is, right?"
Miller is a down-and-out nobleman. Although he is down-and-out, he looks down on pure common people like doctors from the bottom of his heart.
Bai Yu did not comment.
In fact, this "Midnight" bar is one of the gathering places of the Black Robe Society. Hammerhead Shark mentioned it at the gathering, and he also mentioned "Catwoman". At that time, Bai Yu thought that the so-called "Catwoman" was just an ordinary singer wearing cat ears and cat tail for people to play with, but according to Miller, it was not that simple.
The doctor remained calm: "I have indeed never heard of her. What is the secret of this 'Catwoman' that attracts so many people?"
Miller sneered, "Of course you haven't heard of it. This thing is very expensive. Most of them have genetic diseases and are very delicate. Most people can't afford to raise them. I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it."
Miller deliberately showed Bai Yu the life of the upper class nobles in Ilria. Cat people were unknown to the common people, but it was an open secret among the nobles: "They were originally bred by neighboring countries and used as experiments on slaves. I heard that the experiment was quite bloody. It could make slaves have some cat characteristics, such as cat ears and cat tails, which looked very cute. Later, someone gave a few to the former Grand Duke, and they became his favorite pets."
“…”
Bai Yu's brows twitched slightly.
The lives of Illia people are worthless. Bai Yu has been here for so long that he knows this. But Miller used such a contemptuous tone, saying "a" and "a pet", as if those living people were really furniture like chairs and ornaments, which made him feel disgusted.
Bai Yu paused as he pinched the teacup with his fingers, and said casually, "So those people are now..."
He wanted to ask if those people were still in the Grand Duke's Palace, but Miller shook his head and said, "My dear doctor, it seems that you have never been exposed to the upper class. Those people are not human beings, but the lowest slaves. They are not within the scope of Ilria's legal citizens, and even if they are tortured to death, they are not protected by the law."
“…”
Bai Yu thought of the modern history he had studied. As the tide of industry rolled forward, the nobles used corrupt rules to defend their remaining glory in order to preserve the face of their family.
The same is true for Miller.
Bai Yu had no intention of arguing with such a person. He picked up his clothes, smiled, spoke in a gentle tone, and enunciated clearly: "Okay, sir, your noble etiquette really makes me admire you. But when you are so proud of stepping on common people and slaves to enjoy the glory of nobility, you must pray to God that you will not be poor and lose your dignity one day."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked out.
Miller was just trying to raise his status to intimidate this bumpkin, but he was scolded so harshly that he didn't react for a moment: "You..."
The doctor always speaks directly to the pain points and is very sharp-tongued, while Miller is a down-and-out nobleman who fears the loss of dignity due to poverty.
Bai Yu picked up his windbreaker and went out: "Idiot."
——He swore a rare word and did not lower his voice.
66 shrank back in fear: "Host, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you?"
Bai Yu said coldly: "He is helpless in the Duke's mansion, how can he retaliate against me? He dare not poison me, nor do he dare to do anything. At most, he can cry and compete with the Duke for his favor, so that the Duke will hate me. But if he has that ability, isn't that just right?"
He was worried that he could not displease the Grand Duke.
66: "Host, where are we going now?"
Bai Yu: "Go home and feed the cat."
He and Miller took turns working, and since Miller wanted to show his affection, he should go home more often to feed the cat.
The doctor fastened his coat and put on his hat to cover his servant's attire, and walked out of the Duke's Palace quickly.
No one noticed that Grand Duke Imur was sitting in the study opposite the window.
It has been almost a month since I transformed back into human form and returned from the doctor's house, and the next mutation period is just around the corner.
Like any other mutation period before, Imur's body began to show subtle changes, including abnormal hormone secretion, changeable moods, and general anxiety.
Each period of mutation was very difficult to endure. Imur had to carefully disguise his identity so that others would not notice that there was something wrong with the noble Grand Duke's body, and he also had to endure the dull pain in his bones and muscles. So before this period came, he especially wanted to be close to a doctor.
With the doctor, he spent the most comfortable period of mutation ever.
Bai Yu's fingertips were hot and his massage technique was skillful. Staying in his warm quilt, all the harm was isolated. Imur liked that feeling.
So, during the afternoon office hours, he quietly moved to an empty study room opposite the doctor.
He heard every word Miller and Bai Yu said.
He heard Miller's long talk, his evaluation of the cat people, and all kinds of derogatory remarks... Imur had a blank expression on his face. In his position, he had heard similar words countless times. Whether they were slaves or servants, these were the long-standing consensus among the nobles of Illia, and Imur did not care.
But when he thought about the doctor hearing these words, he couldn't help scratching the desk.
…What will the doctor say?
The doctor cursed.
It was the first time that Imur heard him swear. The doctor had a cold personality and a cold voice. Even when he was swearing, his tone was steady and cold, as if he was not saying swear words but some professional terms.
Too sexy.
Imur watched him put on his windbreaker and top hat, then stood up and left with big strides, his tall figure stretched out in the sunlight.
The Archduke clenched his palms silently.
He wants to step on milk again.
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