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"Balam?"

The blood clan shouted, it's Balaam's turn to play.

Balaam came back to his senses, threw away the cards and said, "You guys play."

He walked to the bell-ringing area. On the wall were copper bells connecting the kitchen and other places, and a row of sapphire-like decorations were inlaid below. Balan touched the one in the middle, and a holographic light screen jumped out.The light screen displays a more comprehensive list of attendants by category.

Balan pressed the button with the name "Herbert Miller" on it, then walked to the smoking area, took out a silver mouth cigarette and drank it.

After a while, the door of the lounge opened, and Herbert, the servant, came to Balan and saluted:

"Master Balaam?"

Balaam hesitated and said in a low voice:

"... what did they talk about?"

The male servant was stunned for a moment, but quickly calmed down, lowered his voice, and replied respectfully with the standard male servant's expression and tone:

"It's like this, young master, I left you for less than a minute, and I didn't have time to rush to Mr. Fan's side."

Balaam: "..."

He thought it was more than ten minutes...

Balaam waved his hand and said, "Then you go."

The servant saluted and took two steps back, ready to turn around and leave, but stopped, and suggested to Balaam with a little hesitation:

"If you are willing to give me permission to monitor, then you can..."

Inside the Tulip Villa, like any modern building, there are hidden surveillance cameras installed in every corridor and every corner, but they are all closed.And this, every servant knows.

This seemed to demonstrate the master's trust in the attendants, but it was only five short years since Baran took over the Tulip Manor.

It will never be an easy task for a young new owner to manage a thousand servants from senior housekeepers to low-level valets and handymen—there are 30 servants just cleaning the chandelier for him.These people have access to his manor, and some even hold the keys to his collection room, and each of these collections is worth more than one million.Although these people have been carefully selected, and some are even of noble origin, you cannot guarantee that everyone will be of good character every moment.

Using monitoring to manage servants would be the choice of most manor owners, but Balan's father told him: it is easiest to see the essence of things from chaos.Use insight instead of monitoring to see clearly a person's inner qualities, and manage your servants by establishing order instead of relying on technology.

"Don't you think this is too rude?" Balan said, "He doesn't even know there is surveillance here."

"If Mr. Fan needs a private space, or there are other situations that are not suitable to be recorded on camera, I will turn off the surveillance. What do you think?"

Balaam snapped his fingers in a low voice: "Go."

He took a clasp ring from the necklace and threw it to Herbert.

The servant saluted and walked away.

Balan took down a transparent book from the bookshelf on one side, turned around and sat on a sofa chair, took off the clip-on earphone from the book, and put it on.When his hand touched the cover of the book, which seemed to be made of transparent rubber, layers of ripples appeared on the cover, emerging from under his fingers.

When Balan opened the book, a black and white key area with ""[1] appeared on the title page. Balan "played" a short piece of piano music casually, and the keys on the title page recorded fingerprints one by one... Then the keys faded like water waves and became transparent. The cover of .

This is a holographic book.

Baran set the cover to be "The Ghost of Canterwell", and anyone would find a selection of Wilde's novels as an after-dinner reading a comfortable thing-delicate, interesting, not too profound But special enough.

However, the transparent "pages" inside did not turn into words.

The cover of "The Ghost of Canterwell" is nothing more than something like an optical brain desktop.

After opening the title page, each piece of transparent "paper" becomes a shot, playing different rooms and corridors in Tulip Villa...

Balan stopped turning the pages, and a crimson corridor appeared in the pages, obscured by shadows, and light flew towards the camera from a distance like wings.He saw a slender figure - only this figure in his eyes - walking slowly, like a white flower falling into a slow river.

A strange feeling rose in his heart.

It seemed a wonderful thing to have his feet on the carpet in his estate.

It seemed that his footsteps were not on the carpet in his manor, but on his nerves. From the palms of his hands to the sides of his ears, he felt a little tingling.

Those lights fell on his side emptyly, outlining his figure.

Like a wisp of smoke floating forward, swirling in the breeze...

He turned around.

"Mr. Fan."

Standing by the wall, Herbert bowed to Su Shi. He had just closed a small copper plate on the wall, on which were carved black mass scenes with complicated lines, which looked like exquisite copper engravings embedded on the wall. It will not make people think that this is a small trap door, and the area monitoring holographic controller is installed below it.

Ravel stood sideways beside Su Shi, glanced at Herbert, and said nothing.

Herbert maintained his chest salute and said, "Master Balan asked me to help you. If you feel thirsty or have any other needs, just tell me."

Herbert's voice came from the earphones, but Balan couldn't see him, and only Su Shi's face was in the pages of the book enlarged by his fingers, like a close-up shot.

He seemed to have noticed something, but he didn't intend to delve into it, so he just showed a little smile with his eyes, and nodded with his neck slightly tilted to express his greeting, permission and thanks.

The holographic book was spread out on Balan's lap. He clasped his hands like a praying girl, and pressed his lips against the index finger joint of one of his hands...

In the camera, Su Shi turned back.

"Baram, give me your index finger ring?"

A young vampire, Shi Shiran, approached Balan and asked him for a ring.

Balan was busy taking screenshots, so he didn't look up. Hearing this, he just took off the six rings on his hands and threw them out.

The blood youth caught the ring in a hurry:

"Oh, don't give me so much..."

Balaam said without raising his head:

"one set of."

"What are you looking at?"

The vampire youth approached Balan. Balan stepped on the slanted desk, and the sofa chair under him slid straight out, and then turned around when he was close to the window sill. Balan raised his long legs and rested his heels on it. On the window sill, the pulleys of the chair under him that can rotate and roll in all directions are fixed.

The blood clan youth shrugged: "If you don't watch it, don't watch it."

At this time, the door of the lunch break room had been opened at some point, and the servant was quietly putting the tea set in the hands of the young masters and ladies, reminding them—it was time to replenish their water.

"With all due respect, Master Balan. Although this is a free lounge, your movements just now seemed too free, and the chair you were sitting on was a little too frivolous."

Freeman, Balan's personal butler, put the tea set on the desk and poured the clear spring water from the white porcelain pot into the cup.

"Relax, Freeman," Balan flipped a page of the book in his hand, "Do you have to pose as a meditator to metabolize in the bathroom?"

"...Please don't say such inelegant words to me,"

Freeman asked, "Do you want rose sauce, or cherry blossom sauce?"

"Rose petal."

Freeman scooped out a few rose petals from a small porcelain vase and sprinkled them in the spring water, then handed the cup to Balaam.

Balaam chuckled, but soon became a little sad again:

"Freeman, how many unpleasant moments must a man have to read Baudelaire!"

But he didn't really need Freeman to answer him. His slender fingers brushed his chin, and his thin face revealed some sad shadows.

"Master Balan, you've seen him look too much this afternoon[2]," Freeman withdrew his cup, "it doesn't look like you anymore. A nobleman shouldn't look at a human like that, even if he I want to be friends with him."

"...What?" Balan seemed to have just woken up from a doze, raised his head from the back of his propped hand, and looked at Freeman, obviously not hearing what he said just now.

"I feel...you're not quite a nobleman now."

"What did I do?" Balaam asked innocently.

"It's not doing anything, but you're exuding... I don't know what to say. I can't say it."

"you can say."

"...the breath of an ordinary person." The unmarried butler thought for a while.

The servant led Su Shi into a small church.

But in history, public torture of vampires has always been a means used by the church to attract the congregation and win worship. It is hard to believe that such a period of history will make the vampires believe in God.

The interior of the church is bright in tone, with lifelike white marble statues displayed on both sides of the aisle, and right in front of it—behind the “altar”—is a huge stained glass wall—numerous semi-elliptical stained glass windows combined into a huge semi-elliptical The oval glass window wall has mosaic paintings of she-wolves, lions and leopards.

"This is the Hall of Poetry," the blood clan servant explained to Su Shi, "it is a hall of pilgrimage that we have built for ourselves. If these statues are not poets, then they are characters who have appeared in poetry—these are the blood clan for The idol that we are looking for. Just like a bird that needs a short-lived habitat to build a small nest for itself, our cold hearts need occasional comfort.”

"It's very... brilliant."

Su tried to look around, the ancient tall chestnut yellow organ was located beside the altar, and the keys with three layers of keyboards were covered with watery silver gauze.

Su Shi also noticed that on both sides of the aisle near the altar, there were many large silver crosses that were taller than a person's body, and white statues with outstretched arms hung on them, with their necks hanging down, like a crucified Jesus.

"...when we feel that a certain poet has been praised more than he has actually achieved, we hang them (statues) on crosses," said the valet, introducing the crosses to Su Shi as the two walked inward. Statue, "Of course, each blood race's poetry hall only represents their personal views. You may think this is arrogant, but it is precisely because we respect the poetry in the hearts of others. A stable blood race will not be in the poetry hall Other places, criticizing poets he doesn't like, because you don't know who there will be fascinated by him."

"I can understand that although I seldom read poetry," said Su Shi, "I have a lot of 'writers' in my heart who want to hang them on crosses, burn the first editions of their works at their feet, and reprint all editions. It’s a matter of cultivating sentiment.”

He saw the inscriptions of "Aligeri-Dante", "Charles Baudelaire" and "Paul Verlaine" on the bases of several crosses from which statues hung.

"Dante?" Su Shi asked in surprise.

"Dante's poem is too long," the valet couldn't help but smile, "You know...more than 4000 lines."

"It's so cute." Su Shi chuckled lightly.

"'May you fly to a higher sky to wash away the muddy water you've polluted,

May you enjoy the splendid splendor of the clear universe,

It's like throwing yourself on the mellow and magical wine and drinking it. '" Su Shi read softly, and in front of him was a poet who was struggling on the verge of baldness, "Baudelaire's poems are like images of the mind. "

"'It's like a mirror that sometimes shows the rose in your eye, and sometimes the maggot in your memory.' That's why Master Balan doesn't like him."

Does a person like Balaam also have hidden pains that he does not want to touch?Su Shi thought to himself.

"Where is Verlaine, I remember that he loved the beauty of the body more than the soul," Su Shi said, "Are his poems also very long?"

"Master Balan did not read Verlaine's poems. He hated him because he was incapable of loving what he loved. He squandered 'beauty' like money. He betrayed his wife and treated her cruelly. He is a ...well, you know."

"Scumbag."

Sushi weaves among the statues of poets, and Don Juan and Faust.

"It is the most beautiful place in the early morning. The cool sunlight will illuminate the poetry hall through the stained glass, and the surrounding white domes, walls and these statues will be dyed with dreamlike and magnificent colors, just like a dream when you are about to wake up. The male servant followed, "The blood race worships 'beauty', and Master Balan said that 'among all languages, poetry is the most divine'."

"Also the most spiritual."

"'So the stories of the gods should be written in poetic language.'"

Su Shi agreed.

"It seems he doesn't hate poetry," he said.

The servant smiled and said, "I just hate reciting."

"He stood on the table and said to his teacher:"

He imitated Balaam, "'They shall recite me'!"

"'Arrogant brat'—that's what Mr. Porchester said of him, and he's considered the best writer of modern poetry among living poets."

"He was only 60 at the time," he explained to Balaam.

"...You are indeed young."

They shuttle among poets, as in "The School of Athens"[3].Su Shi also saw the "women's wearer" Oscar Wilde, who was exactly the image of Wilde playing Salome in the classic drama "Salome". On the tube top, some round, soft and tender pectoral muscles are exposed between the two suspenders...

"If I'm not too presumptuous... I don't seem to see the maid."

"There are very few maids here."

"...I have read "Blood Manor" [4], in which the nobles think that it is very disgraceful for maids to appear on formal occasions."

"Oh no, Master Balan thinks that women will bring him trouble... you know, he is considered the most beautiful blood in Crimson Li." The manservant explained implicitly, "In fact, women don't As bad as a man. The most wanted criminals in the world are often men. But women are always annoying in small everyday things."

"Theoretically, I would like to agree with you." When Su Shi slowed down his footsteps because of the conversation, the footman also slowed down, never passing his position, "but in reality, I have a lovely maid .”

"What do you think of these annoying little creatures?"

"They are both soft snow and little sparrows."

[3] Oil painting, depicting the scene of enthusiastic study and discussion of the masters in Plato Academy

[1] key, secret key

[2] Midnight second half

[4] Corresponding to "Downton Abbey"

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