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"Would you like a cup of lemon tea?"

"Thank you." Su Shi waved his hand and refused.

"If you like, you can ask the poets to read poems for you. Master Balan has ten attendants who are dedicated to reciting poems. They have ten different ranges from low to high, and their voices are as clear as a stream, or It is as magnetic as the cold wind on the rocks, and every tone is perfect."

"I wish I could go out for a walk."

"Master Balan has collected a lot of paintings, statues and armors, and there are some very special halls that will make you feel like you are walking in the sea... I think you might be interested," the valet said respectfully, " If you don't mind, I hope I can serve you as a 'tour guide' for a while."

"Thanks, that way I don't have to worry about getting lost."

Su tried, "The rooms here look too much."

"Yes, hundreds of rooms. I can show you the most distinctive ones first." The valet replied with a "please" gesture.

In the Tulip Villa, even the servants who are introducing or leading the way will not turn their backs to the guests, but always follow and stand behind the guests, and use language or body language as a reminder when necessary.

"It was really risky before. You hit Balan, and you already knew that he likes to be beaten?" A white transparent floating ball that only he could see appeared beside Su Shi, and the voice of the auxiliary AI sounded in his mind. sound.

Su Shi raised the corner of his lower lip, and replied in his heart: "No one likes to be beaten, right?"

"Then you actually did this, what if he gets angry? Anyway, you must have your own way to guess the result. Although you may say that this is just a probability event triggered by full preparation, every time the result is always OK."

"Not because it's always good, but because I'm always me."

"..." the AI ​​mumbled, "If you trust me, you should tell me the calculation method, and I can model it for you and output the result in a more accurate and faster way."

"This has nothing to do with data, but a kind of 'aesthetics', or philosophy? When Balaam is angry, I am me; when Balaam is not angry, I am me. So it doesn't matter what happens to Balaam."

——If he likes me, then no matter when he is happy or angry, he will like me; if he doesn't like me, no matter whether he is happy or angry, he will not like me.The key to determining whether Balaam likes me is "I", not whether Balaam is happy or not.If Balaam likes me because I make him happy, then it means that he doesn't like me as a person, but only "behavior that pleases him", which can be done by anyone else. Happy.

"Why doesn't it matter? Could it be that making Balan angry this time can also help you get closer to your next goal? You should stay there, seize the opportunity to get close to Balan, chat with him, do whatever you want, win his favor, he It will definitely help you get close to the heroine or heroine."

"It's beautiful to have a heart, but it's not beautiful to be deliberate."

"...Maybe you will find it unpleasant, but according to my analysis, you are very good at showing 'heart'."

"You want to say that I have 'scheming'?" Su Shi's mouth showed a vague smile, "But I am Mino-Fan now, maybe I have scheming, but Mino is not."

"I don't understand very well. You hold the banquet as Mino, isn't it just to get close to the blood race?"

"That was my purpose, yes, but not Mino's. I knew before I gave the feast that Atossa-Judit would not come. The guests came and went, and they took the joy with them, but what Nor will I stay. When you use free pleasure to attract people, no matter whether your intentions are good or bad, you should know in advance what kind of purpose these people will gather around you... For me, this banquet was just a flashy show. But not for Mino. He longed for a word about her, or a glimpse of her back, that was enough for him. So he knew Balaam might humiliate him, knowing that Atossa's chances of appearing are slim, but he still wants to attend Balaam's banquet... What if, what if she comes? With this in mind, he is standing here now."

"But now you have achieved the goal of getting close to the blood race, but you have done nothing. Isn't the previous effort in vain?"

"'If an enterprise does not stand, it will not work'[1]," Su Shi said, "Efforts will never be in vain. If it does not work at this time, it will work at another time."

Whether good intentions, love, or pain, all will be noble in silence.

But like Mino in the original book, it is not enough to keep silent and wait silently, that kind of silence is just as clumsy as wood.

So he wanted to display this silence in a strong form, so that later when he approached Atossa and someone suspected his purpose, they would think of this banquet.They will find "truth" in this silence.No question can refute him, and everything is said.

AI can read his thoughts, it was silent for a moment:

"...You are not scheming, but you are very scheming."

"Really?" Su Shi slightly raised his eyebrows noncommittally, showing a sense of separation and pleasure towards such an evaluation.

This lies in him, is a kind of "iceberg theory".

Show a little truth, and the rest is just someone else's imagination.

It's just an aesthetic thing.

……

"A walk after dinner?"

Balan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, cutting and shuffling playing cards with both hands.

"Yes, Mr. Fan wanted to digest after a meal, and Ravel took him to appreciate your villa and manor."

"Isn't digestion supposed to be like this?"

Black leather sofas are scattered across a red Persian rug, and a realistic holographic fire burns in the fireplace.The young blood races who have changed their riding clothes gather together in twos and threes to play mahjong, play cards, play darts, or tease the fish in the fish tank with a small golden fishing rod with only bait but no hook...

Balaam passed the shuffled cards to the blood race next to him, and he dealt the cards.

The male servant [2] behind said: "Maybe it is a habit more suitable for human beings?"

Balan held the card and said, "Only Ravel followed him?"

"Yes, my lord."

Balan said, "Go and have a look, maybe there is something else you need."

The servant bowed and withdrew.

……

The corridor is covered with a long carpet intertwined with light gold and red, and the dome is like a golden honeycomb. A transparent crystal lamp is embedded in each "nest hole", emitting a faint light like a firefly from inside... There was a hazy brilliance in the air.

The two figures walked one after the other, silently.One walks softly, like "white clouds floating among the stars"[3]; the other walks as if standing straight and still, with a well-trained precision between strides.

"This is the 'History Corridor'," the servant introduced to Su Shi, "the history of the blood race is written here."

Large oil paintings are hung in a patchwork pattern on the tall walls. The men in the portraits of the same height all have delicate faces and pale complexions. They have solemn expressions, either sitting or standing.The man in the first painting is wearing silver lantern shorts, the collar of his jacket hangs down a large piece of exquisite lace, and he is wearing a bright red cape; the second man is wearing a long silver coat with medals and ribbons and a white On tight pants and shiny leather shoes, a pair of black stockings tightly wrapped the curvature of the calf; the last man wore a classic dress, which was still different from the modern dress, and every button was flashing. Bright crystal, the neckline is covered with gorgeous silver patterns, and the shirt cuffs that reveal half an inch are spread out like lotus leaves.

On the opposite side of the male portrait hangs a corresponding female portrait.

"This is Sisera I, the great-grandfather of Master Balaam," the servant introduced, and when Su Shi's eyes fell on the third portrait, he continued, "That one is the father of the young master, Sisera. Lord Earl."

"The history of the Sisera family is only 1000 years old. It is not the oldest family among the blood clans, but it has a very important position in modern history..."

The exquisite silver frame surrounds the huge painting. In the gorgeous dusk, black knights in night-like black robes ride those untamable fierce wildebeests, facing the densely packed white figures holding cross shields. The knight rushed forward, stretching sharp claws to scratch the neck, pulling and splashing red beads in the air, the cross flag was flying, the javelin was flying in the air like a wasp, the horse's hooves on the knight's crotch rushed forward and knelt as if broken... …The tense rhythmic lines and spatial layout in the oil painting make people feel as if they can hear the frenzied shouting and killing.

"Lord Sisera I participated in the 'Crusade Massacre'. At that time, the Pope ordered to send crusaders to encircle and suppress blood races everywhere. The foggy and cold dew area bore the brunt. In this battle, six of Sisera's mounts were shot. However, he himself killed nearly 1000 people by giving up defense, and led the blood clan to defeat this 5-person team before dawn."

The male servant recovered from his joy and saluted apologetically, "Sorry, maybe my introduction made you feel uncomfortable."

"Don't worry about it," Su Shi turned his head and smiled slightly, "It made me feel a little bit magical—we are talking together so peacefully now..."

The male servant also smiled and continued: "Although no face of any blood race can be seen in the picture, there are family crests on the horse's helmet and weapon. Although only six blood races are drawn in this painting It is very interesting that there are twelve families of knights in total. At first, the coat of arms of the Sisera family was a black oval shield with a silver devil's fork on it, and a pair of devil's bat wings on the upper side of the shield. Added crowns and other embellishments."

The portraits in the corridor show the history experienced by the owner of this family——

Balan's father, Count Lorraine-Sisera, witnessed the annihilation of the last blood-sucking dynasty. The blood-sucking king was pushed to the guillotine by humans, and at dusk—the moment when the blood-sucking family was about to wake up-stained red and gray with blood and the setting sun Stone Street.

After that, revolutionary thoughts swept across the continent, and a new system was born from the disintegrated feudal system.

The struggle between human beings and blood races may be traced back to the time when the Bible was written. Cain killed Abel, which may be a metaphor. When the blood races came to the Amazon continent from the wild island, humans regarded them as the same appearance. Compatriots hospitality, but the secret of being brutally murdered.

In the history of the vampires, Cain was their first ancestor. Perhaps it was because the vampires from the barren land came to the Amazon continent for the first time to come into contact with writing, so their "history" began.

The struggle between the vampires and humans lasted for thousands of years, until the "Vazquez spaceship incident" in 1900, let them know that in the beautiful spheres that show a magnificent posture in the astronomical telescope, there are more advanced and more powerful creatures hidden. for a powerful civilization.

From 1900 to 1945, the blood clan paid a heavy price in order to resist the alien invasion.Countless nobles went bankrupt in order to develop technology and support wars. In the short period of 45 years known as the "Dawn Moment", more than 2/3 of the blood clans died. Now 100 years have passed, and there is still no growth.

But it is precisely because of this major sacrifice that they surpassed the main force of civilization-human beings in one fell swoop, and became the masters of all advanced technologies on the planet Fanpail, and the number of people has been far below that for thousands of years. The human blood race has completely gained the dominance over human beings.

…Through the vast books of human beings and the secrets hidden in these family paintings, Su tried to paint a volume of true history in his mind.

In an oil painting in which the sky is filled with black gunpowder smoke, a castle can be seen being swept into ruins. In the dark night, a woman in a black cloak sneaks out of an underground passage, holding a baby in her arms. The little baby with black curly hair, and the maid who accompanied him, could only see a pair of dark, beautiful and cold eyes under the brim of the hat and the veil.Unlike human oil paintings, where babies always have apple-like red and plump cheeks, the little baby in the painting is pale, but has a carefree expression, and is playing with its mother's long hair curled with chubby little fingers.

If there were no ruins as the background, perhaps such a picture would only be seen as a mother holding her child on a long journey.Only those skirts and robes that seemed to be blown backward by a strong wind revealed a little fugitive panic.

"...At that time, Lord Sisera was just a viscount, responsible for plundering outside the stars... er, conducting arms trade. At that time, Marquis Du Lengxiang was in charge of the Lenglu war zone, helping to take care of his wife and Master Balan."

The manservant paused, as if thinking of something, and said no more.

Su Shi didn't pay attention, he saw a painter sitting in front of him, copying against the wall.

The next few paintings are the construction process of the imaginary city of the blood race - people build a city for the blood race like a huge space flying saucer, there are golden walls, and underground cities...

Su Shi and the servant passed behind the young painter silently, and after passing through several corridors separated by white Roman columns, they said softly:

"That seems to be my kind?"

"Yes," said the male servant, "a promising human painter. Master Balan has taken a fancy to his paintings, and this is the reward he asks for."

At the end of the "Historical Corridor" is a white gate, and the two doors are plated with shiny gold paintings - small islands, coconut trees, minarets, water corridors and lotus leaves, mysterious and immature, as if imaginary oriental world.

Someone opened the door first, and a vampire in a black dress came out——

The servant beside Su Shi saluted and said, "Master Tuduo."

It was Tudor Sisera.

Su Shi only nodded when Tuduo's gaze passed by.

Tudor withdrew his gaze and led the servants behind him straight forward.

"correct,"

Just when the two groups of people were about to intersect, he suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Su Shi, took off the watch on his wrist and said, "Take it, you're welcome."

Su Shi looked at him inexplicably, but didn't answer.

"I bought this watch with more than 1000 gold coins last year," Tudor said, with a careless face, trying to recall the introduction of the auction in his mind, "The latest work of the world's top watchmaker, sapphire crystal mirror, hand-sewn Black crocodile leather strap and purple calfskin lining, the rolling 'hands' make the clown's expression change every second, interesting and elegant... What do you think?"

"Nice watch."

Su Shi looked at the watch, and almost laughed at first glance, but the expression on his face was still calm and gentle.

Tuduo threw the watch forward and said, "I gave it to you."

Su Shi picked up the watch and smiled: "How can you be so embarrassing?"

"Why are you being polite? What do you humans say, 'Poor car, rich watch', besides, isn't that what you came here for?" Tuduo said, "Leaking something out of our hands may make you lose money." Work hard for half a year, right? Or build some relationships, turn around, and find a girl with a good background. Isn’t that what you plan to do? Be simple, be frank, and I won’t bother with you for such a little thing. After all, like I still have a lot of watches like this, and I can't wear them at all."

Su Shi turned sideways and put the watch back on Tudor's wrist, avoiding his fingers touching him. After putting it on, he took a step back and said with a slight smile:

"Such a beautiful watch is more suitable for wearing on your hand."

Tudor raised his wrist to look at this watch—of course he would not spend a lot of money on a broken watch, but he did pick the ugliest one—since he was complained by Balan, this watch has undoubtedly become The one he hates the most.

Thanks to Tobalan, at the end of last year, this watch was rated as the No. 2017 ugly watch in 1.

This is actually a world-limited watch made by independent watchmaker KC - "Prankster" [4], there are only ten in the world, and it can only be purchased by auction.

The design of the dial is ingenious. Instead of using hands like ordinary watches, it is designed as a clown face with a pair of round eyes. The eyeballs replaced the hands, there was a big red nose in the center of the dial, and a big grinning mouth with a red tongue sticking out underneath...

When Tudor was excited to show off to Balan, Balan, who was playing with the aromatherapy ball, extinguished his enthusiasm with a sentence:

"Wear this watch and for at least 57 minutes of the hour, you'll look like a fool."

It was 45:[-] in the morning, and the "eyeballs" of the "prankster" happened to roll into a pair of cross-eyed eyes, coupled with the slanted tongue... Don't say that he looks like a fool, he is simply mentally retarded!

But Tudor did not give up:

"There are only ten pieces of this watch in the world, and the others are all encrusted with white diamonds. Only mine has twisted yellow diamonds."

He showed Balan the big nose made of yellow diamonds on the dial. The yellow diamonds in a spiral pattern rotated from the center to the outside, and gradually became smaller one by one. Excellent workmanship.Others of the same style are just made of white diamonds of the same size to form a circle.He knew that Balaam must be able to see the unique dignity of this watch.

But Balan just raised his eyelids and glanced at him without emotion, then opened the holographic intelligence made into a pocket watch, and found a two-dimensional image for him on the Internet.

"..."

Tudor turned to look at the human being, who had already left with the servant.

"Such a beautiful watch is more suitable for wearing on your hand."

He lowered his head and played with the watch in his hand, thinking a little:

...Why does it feel like he has been scolded? Is it an illusion?

[1] Leg hair: Translate this sentence into vernacular?Su Ge (smiling): I took a big step and pulled the egg.

[2] Herbert Miller in the next chapter

[3] From a poem...forget the specifics

[4] Referring to the real watch "KonstantinChaykinJoker", by Russian watchmaker KonstantinChaykin, the appearance of the "prankster" in the novel is not exactly the same as the original watch, the original watch is very creative, not as described in the novel ugly.

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