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Edward just showed up and let everyone know who they worked for, but he didn't ask any more questions, not even knowing the names of those people.

The reality is always like this. Those who come early always have advantages, just like Endili and Ossien. Although they are slaves of the lowest status, Edward can remember them and give them some preferential treatment because they are the first to arrive.

However, preferential treatment of slaves was not uncommon in many aristocratic families, because slaves were the private property of their masters. In a sense, they were also part of the "family" and would naturally be more trusted by their masters than hired "outsiders".

"Mr. Sparrow, everyone has been arranged."

Dubois reported, "Starting tomorrow, I will try to help you get to know other nobles besides Roselle. In fact, the so-called "ban" of me by all the nobles in Trier is mostly a rumor. How can I do this?"

Edward laughed and said, "Haven't you slept with almost all the ladies and girls in Trier?"

"…Even if I wanted to, I don't have the ability." Dubois said in a daze.

You can even compete with Russell for women, but you still don't have the ability?

"Then I look forward to it."

...

It's late at night.

This era seemed to be different from everything two hundred years later, except for the moonlight, which was still as red as blood, sprinkling on the ground and creating a faint red glow.

Du Bois sat at the desk in the housekeeper's room, lit a few candles, and flipped through a thick book, trying to find more information about the Extraordinary People between the lines.

Since Mr. Sparrow asked him to carefully consider which one to choose, he would of course study it carefully. He still remembered what the bishop told him: once you choose a path, it is something that you cannot change for the rest of your life. If you choose a path that is not suitable for you, not only will you be more likely to go crazy and lose control, but you will also have a hard time getting promoted to a higher sequence.

At this moment, he suddenly felt very sleepy. Dubois rubbed his eyes and yawned. He took out his pocket watch and checked the time. "It's only 10 o'clock... Why am I so sleepy?"

He closed the book, stood up and walked to the bed: "Maybe it's because of the reading, go to sleep."

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when he was half a meter away from the bed, he fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

After a few minutes of silence.

Two figures quietly pushed open the window and climbed in silently. Four blood-red eyes emitted a faint light in the darkness.

Chapter 473: Butler and Butler

"Akasha, this is bad, isn't it?"

The male vampire muttered quietly, "We call this burglary."

"No, Larde. It was you who was clamoring to give the guy who stole your suit a lesson during the day. Now I not only give you advice, but also help you personally. But you blame me instead?"

"But... I just want to find him and teach him a lesson in person, so that he knows the price of stealing other people's things. I am right! But now..."

"Tsk, don't worry, I've asked around, the guy living here is a nouveau riche who just moved to Trier, nothing will happen to him, don't worry, I'm here."

Akasha patted her bulging chest and said, "Take the suit away in a moment, and slap this guy a few times to vent your anger!"

"But... not to the extent of hatred."

He quietly defended himself, his eyes quickly locked onto the suit that was wrapped in a bag and hung on the wall, and he was immediately excited: "It's worthy of the suit I picked, it's really handsome!"

Larde reached out to grab the suit, but an accident happened. It was only 20 to 30 centimeters away from the suit, but when he stretched out his arm, he found that there was still 20 to 30 centimeters away.

He thought he was seeing things in the dark, so he took another step closer and reached out to grab it again, but still couldn't catch it. He took a few more steps forward, still couldn't catch it.

"What are you dawdling about for?"

Akasha snorted at this time.

"Akasha... I feel like something is wrong."

Larde turned around to look at his sister, only to find that she was more than ten meters away - but the length and width of this house were only four or five meters!

"Go! Go!"

Lalder growled, decisively discarded his suit, and ran towards Akasha.

But the faster he ran, the farther he was from his sister. Ten or twenty meters away... After a few seconds, his sister could only see a shadow in the distance.

Larder was filled with fear. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. He had no idea what was happening or what to do. The only thing he could do was to shout as loudly as he could: "Run, Akasha!"

But in Akasha's eyes, her brother with a unique habit seemed to be sick. He stretched out his arms towards the suit, and then suddenly got stuck.

Then he turned around and ran on the spot, shouting "Go!", with fear written all over his expression and eyes.

She walked forward quickly and slapped Lalder on the face with her backhand, "What are you doing?"

"ah?"

Larde's eyes blurred, and he suddenly found his sister standing in front of him, staring at him as if he were an idiot.

"I just...you...No, just now it was..."

He spoke incoherently for a while, "Never mind, there's something wrong with this house, let's get out of here."

Akasha curled her lips and said, "Stupid, there is something wrong. You want to escape now, is it too late?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the two of them noticed that the surrounding environment had changed and they came to a study.

In the study, the gas lamps invented not long ago by the "Sons of Steam" were lit. A man in his thirties sat on a chair and looked at the two of them with a smile:

"You vampires, do you like to sneak into other people's homes in the middle of the night?"

The first time I met Emlyn, he broke into Edward's villa because he got lost with the master key. Later, the vampires sent two people to the house to capture Lilith.

One of the people who came tonight happened to be one of the two vampires from the beginning. The other one, whom Edward was more familiar with, was the Countess Akasha who was going to cooperate with him.

Akasha took a half step forward, puffed out her chest and said, "I was wrong. I thought he was just an ordinary upstart. I didn't expect him to be a high-sequence Beyonder. We admit defeat!"

Admitting defeat with such confidence is quite consistent with the character of this countess.

"Your Mightiness."

Larde hurriedly made up for it, "It was our fault for breaking into your house without permission. But, but it was that guy who stole my custom-made suit first, so I was so angry that I dragged my sister to come to your house to settle the score with him."

"But, I originally just wanted to take the suit and let him lose some money as a lesson. I really had no other ill intentions."

Edward smiled and said, "I see. Otherwise, do you think you can still stand here intact?"

"But, no matter what, it is a fact that you broke into my house. In the previous few times, you vampires paid something as compensation. What about you? What do you plan to pay for your crime?"

Larder immediately pulled out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket and said, "I have over eight hundred Felkins here. I will give you all of them as compensation."

"No, no, no, paying compensation is the price that ordinary people should pay. As a vampire Extraordinary, you must also pay corresponding Extraordinary items to atone for your sins."

Edward tapped his cheek with his fingers and said, "Seals, extraordinary properties, extraordinary materials, etc., all are fine."

"ah?"

Larde was dumbfounded. Not to mention that the two youngsters were not qualified to own these precious things, even if they had them, they would not carry them with them.

Akasha scratched her head, "We have nothing."

Lalder added hurriedly, "Or, we can go back to Feynaport and get the things back and then compensate you."

"Who said you don't have any extraordinary items?"

Edward raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a malicious smile: "You two are at least Sequence 7 vampires? If I kill you, I will naturally have the corresponding Beyonder characteristics."

Larder's expression changed drastically, and Akasha could no longer pretend to be relaxed. The brother and sister stepped back at the same time, staring at Edward vigilantly, fearing that he would really suddenly kill someone.

The two sides fell into a silent standoff.

Of course Edward couldn't kill them, but he was thinking.

Think about why the ancestor of the blood clan, a true god, asked his subordinates to send "Lilith's Leg Ring" to apologize.

At that time, he just thought that the ancestor of the blood clan sent the gift to express goodwill out of consideration for the face of the Goddess of Night, or he also wanted to invest in himself in advance like Night.

However, as he learned the "true identity" of his own Lilith, this matter might become another possibility.

Perhaps, the "apology" at that time was not directed at himself, but at his own Lilith?

If this is true, then the two Liliths are likely to be familiar with each other. Is it possible to find one's own Lilith through the vampire Lilith?

First of all, when it comes to the true God, the option of "taking the initiative to ask" is directly ruled out.

Then, we have to find some indirect ways.

Thinking of this, he looked at the siblings again and said slowly:

"To be honest, I don't lack the Beyonder characteristics of the two of you at the middle level, but I just moved to Trier, and my villa is still short of staff. You two can stay here and work for me for a while."

The siblings were stunned: "Huh?"

"One will be my butler, and the other will be my personal servant."

Akasha was furious: "What? You want me to be your servant?! Who do you think we vampires are? Vampires will never be slaves!"

Lalder hurriedly tugged at his sister's clothes, "Akasha, calm down."

Edward shook his head, "No, you will be my housekeeper and your brother will be my valet."

Akasha was stunned, and said readily: "That's fine."

Lard: "???"

Edward smiled slightly at this time, "In order to make you more motivated, I will give you two things you like as rewards."

He pointed at Larde, and the style of Larde's suit suddenly changed at a speed of one every three seconds, leaving him stunned.

"Don't you like suits? From now on, no matter what style, material, or style, I can satisfy your wishes, and I can even have a different suit every day."

Larde perked up and saluted like a gentleman: "Dear sir, Larde, your personal butler, is happy to serve you."

Akasha rolled her eyes and said, "Lard, you...are really bringing shame to our vampire race!"

Larde snorted, "Don't you even look at the change in your face just now?"

Edward pointed at Akasha again, "As for you..."

He thought for a moment and said, "I will teach you a method that will allow all kinds of beauties to come to you every day and take off their clothes for you to admire."

"!!!"

Akasha's heart skipped a beat: "Really?!"

"We can sign a notarized deed."

The pages of the illusory book in Edward's eyes turned, and he used the notary's ability when he played the role of recorder before, and then quickly wrote a contract.

"Sign your names. Sanye House~ Um+ Wrong* Contents'"

The brother and sister looked at each other. They knew that whether they were really moved by the benefits Edward promised or were forced, they had to sign the contract.

"Fair and effective."

After collecting the contract, Edward waved to them, "Okay, go to the first floor and choose a room to rest. You will officially start your post tomorrow."

"Of course, you can also run back and ask your parents for help. But then I won't be so happy."

"Good night, both of you."

The brother and sister walked out of the study and went down the stairs to the first floor. Their faces suddenly became heavy and helpless.

Just because of a suit, the brother and sister sold themselves out.

Akasha stared at her brother and gritted her teeth, "When we get back, I'm going to burn all those tattered suits you've collected!"

Larde sighed: "It's my fault this time. I've implicated you."

"…"

"sleep!"

...

In the future year 1349, Backlund.

Akasha was soaking in her own hot spring pool, looking very comfortable. Her tight leather jacket was thrown on the edge of the pool, half of it was soaked in the water and half of it was resting on the shore, swaying with the spring water.

At this time, a bat-like messenger from the spiritual world flew out and dropped a letter.

She reached out to take it, her eyes flickering slightly, "Witch King Karaman was seriously injured?"

Crash.

She immediately stood up from the water, revealing her curvy and seductive body, "The time has finally come!"

She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and walked to the coffee table where she sat during the break. She took out a pen and paper from the table and quickly wrote a letter. "Give it to the one named Edward. It's time to fulfill the contract we signed before."

But the bat messenger did not move, but squeaked a few times.

"What? You can't find him?"

Akasha immediately looked disdainful, "You are such a useless messenger, aren't you?"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The Bat Messenger danced and shouted. `d?u!y?ue!d~u?.·c\o/m′

"You mean, he suddenly disappeared and you couldn't sense his presence at all?"

Akasha rubbed her wet hair. "He wouldn't be killed, would he? The First Ancestor told me that he was the key to my revenge. Wasn't that a lie?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she coughed and said, "Um... Ancestor Lilith, please don't be offended by my nonsense just now."

Chapter 474 Do You Understand the Value of a Housekeeper?

"Hey, what should I do? Even if Karaman is seriously injured, he is still a veteran demigod after all. I can't handle it alone."

She thought for a while and said, "Well, let's talk to the ancestor... let's consult the ancestor."

Akasha then prayed respectfully: "Ancestor Lilith, Karaman is seriously injured now. This is my best chance for revenge, but Edward is missing. What should I do next?"

Hearing the faint female voice in her ear, she was slightly stunned and nodded: "I know."

She walked to the window in her bathrobe, looked at the crimson full moon in the sky, and murmured, "If that guy hadn't suddenly disappeared, Karaman's revenge might have been avenged long ago."

...

Time and space in the year 1160, early morning.

When Russell concentrated his attention and carved the last line of the mysterious symbol on the silver plate, he suddenly threw the carving knife aside, and his whole body seemed to be deflated, and he slumped in his chair.

A few minutes later, he suddenly laughed out loud: "I did it, I did it, I finally did it! Hahahahahahaha!"

Russell picked up the silver medal that was almost identical to the one that allowed him to travel through time, and was about to inject spirituality into it, but at the last moment he suddenly loosened his fingers and dropped the silver medal.

An idea suddenly popped into his mind.

What if... after being injected with spirituality, it takes me back again... what should I do?

If it was more than ten years ago, or before Bernadette was born, Roselle would not have hesitated at all. He had long had enough of the boring and shitty life here.

He couldn't wait to leave here and return to the modern city, to the world with the Internet, various conveniences, and his parents.

However, with the birth of Bernadette.

Russell was gradually developing a sense of belonging to this world. When he first saw his wrinkled newborn daughter, he suddenly had the thought, "I have a home."

Because of Bernadette's birth, he even developed some feelings for Matilda imperceptibly - although it had nothing to do with love, it was close to family affection.

And now, when he had finally replicated the silver medal and when the opportunity to return home was before him, he hesitated - he finally felt reluctant to leave this world that he had once treated as a game.

Roselle stuffed the silver medal into the drawer, picked up the various figures including Pinocchio that he had carved in the past two days, and walked to the door.

With a creaky sound, he opened the study door.

It was Edwards who was guarding the door.

"Sir, are you done with your work?"

Russell patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well, you've worked hard, Edwards. Go and have a rest."

"It's okay. Green and I take turns every half a day."

"Still no news on the mascot?"

Edwards said: "Some people did come to my door, but no one mentioned the special name you gave them."

"Okay, I understand."

Roselle took a few dolls and walked towards the swing that Bernadette usually liked to go to. From a distance, he saw his beloved daughter sitting on the swing and swinging with a puffy face. He didn't know who had offended her again.

He immediately slowed down his pace, tiptoed around behind Bernadette, and then slowly approached her. When he was two or three meters away from her, he suddenly accelerated and rushed forward: "Ha!!"

Bernadette was really shocked, "Ah! Dad, you came out of seclusion."

"That's right! Look at the gift Dad made for you during his retreat!"

Roselle stuffed the dolls at his daughter's side like a treasure. "How is it? Do you like it?"

"Wow! Pinocchio, dwarfs, Snow White's clan... Dad, you didn't retreat just to make this for me, did you?"

"Ahem, that's right!"

"Woo woo woo!"

Bernadette was so moved that she threw herself into her father's arms and said, "Thank you, Dad."

"Hey, what's wrong? Dad never did this when he gave you gifts before."

"I...I just feel that Dad's gift this time...is too heavy, wuwuwu."

Russell felt strange for some reason, but he didn't think much about it. "Of course it's heavy. Look, these little cuts on Dad's hands were left when I made a doll for you."

"…"

Woohoo, Dad... he is so pitiful!!!

At this time, Matilda came over. She walked up to Russell and looked at him tenderly: "You have worked hard these past few days. I have asked someone to prepare hot water for you. Take a good bath later."

"Okay."

He touched his daughter's hair and said, "Dad will come to play with you after taking a bath~"

Then he walked away with Matilda.

"Du Bois came to see me yesterday."

Matilda said softly that as a noble lady from a very traditional background, she knew very well that after marriage, everything would revolve around her husband, so naturally she would not hide anything.

Russell's beard curled up and he snorted coldly: "Humph, why did he look for you?"

"It seems that he has found a new job as a butler for a wealthy man who has just moved to Trier. The wealthy man seems to want to integrate into the aristocratic circle of Trier. Du Bois is very grateful to the wealthy man for giving him this job, so he wants to help him."

"How is he going to help?"

Matilda said, "Next time we hold a cocktail party, we should send an invitation to that rich man and give him a chance to meet you and others."

"That's a nice idea of ​​his. Do you agree?"

"I agree."

"Don't you know that I have a bad relationship with him?"

Matilda covered her mouth and laughed: "But I know that you will definitely agree to it."

"Why? He cares about his reputation and refuses to beg me, but he secretly comes to you. Why should I agree to him?"

"Because then you can use this to laugh at him at the party."

"…"

Russell raised his eyebrows, as if he was meeting his wife of many years for the first time: "Matilda, when did you become so...naughty?"

She pursed her lips and smiled, "I learned it from you."

Russell was stunned for a moment, then coughed, "Well, you're doing very well. It's much better than your previous rigid attitude. Keep it up."

"Yes, sir."

Matilda blinked.

"etc."

Russell raised his eyebrows slightly at this time, "Isn't this what that bastard Dubois taught you?"

Tsk! As expected, only bastards understand bastards best!

As playmates of "Roselle" (before the time travel), the two of them were simply like-minded. Although Huang Tao later traveled through time and replaced the original "Roselle", he did not lose contact with Dubois - although at that time he somewhat looked down on these NPCs in the "game".

But as one of the few people who could get along with him, he was still happy to maintain his friendship with Du Bois, until he became a generalist and started inventing, and then moved to Trier. The gap between the two became increasingly larger, and their relationship became increasingly distant.

Coupled with their stubborn personality, they have ended up in this situation today.