[Comprehensive Manga] Qi Shen's not low-key daily life

Qi Mu met a guy who looked like Rantang.

It's not because he can't figure out the similarity of his thoughts, but because his voice is similar to him, maybe it's because he has been away from Rantang for so long that he is a little sensitive to the slightly similar voice quality.

He probably thought too much.

Qi Mu stood by the bridge, glanced at the tall black-haired man in butler costume not far from him, and then looked away.

Sensing that someone was watching, Sebas turned his head and stared at him. Interest flashed in the scarlet eyes of the person who was looking at him---a well-dressed noble young man wearing a white leather cap not far away.

Well, he never had an unreasonable affection for a person.

However, when he saw this young man for the first time, he suddenly had a desire to make friends with him.

Ah, he thought he must have been told too much by the young master recently, so he was a little delirious for a while.

Yes, he's just out of his mind.

So don't try to approach him with unconscious thoughts, he heard the black-haired man's voice intact, except for his surprise when he heard the good feelings, the rest is about what he wants to be with He made the defense again.

"This ice sculpture exhibition looks very boring." Wearing a white hat and white gloves, Dorit walked over from the crowd, with a dull tone and no interest at all.

Why don't you just go back home?

Qi Mu followed his words and made a suggestion directly.This is the last exhibition of the London Ice Sculpture Exhibition, which means that now that they go back, they can completely avoid the previous predictions about the accidental death of Dorit.

"No, let's take a look first, maybe it will be interesting, and I'm also one of the judges of the ice sculpture exhibition this time."

……

So what he said just now was just casual talk?

The corners of Qi Mu's eyes twitched, and he took another step away unconsciously, feeling inexplicably sympathetic to those contestants who came to participate in the exhibition. After all, they probably didn't want to listen to some artistic comments for the sake of a final score.

The last ice sculpture exhibition is very memorable.

Qi Mu looked at the master and servant standing in the ice sculpture boat, and Dorit, who was shocked by the wonderful performance of the master and servant just now, had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I like the perfect combination of the butler and the young master. Schill, why don't we build an ice ship someday and experience the thrill of life and death in the rough sea?"

With an incomprehensible enthusiasm burning on his face, the blond young man stretched out his hand and pointed to the ice boat under the feet of the master and servant, his tone full of eagerness, "Well, it's five or six times bigger than theirs."

"..." Believe it or not, let him experience the thrill of life and death right now. After listening to Dorit's silly words, Qi Mu rubbed his fingertips, trying hard to control the idea of ​​throwing the brain pump down Glacial desire.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' The driver of the carriage looked anxious and warned them vigorously.

People sensed the danger and ran away one after another, but there were more people, and the running track of the horses was a bit messy, which made it difficult for most people to get off the bridge, and most of them stuck to their bodies and grabbed the edge of the bridge.

So, the real culprit that caused Dorit to drown was a horse.

Ah, that must have been a very unsuitable cause of death for Dorit.

Just as Qi Mu was about to use his super power to subdue the manic horse, he saw a black figure appearing in his field of vision.

Ah, it was the deacon who had just brushed up on his sense of presence and full ability, and he was also the one he thought he was a little familiar with at first.

He moved neatly, subdued the horse without a trace of muddy water, and then got off the carriage under the unanimous praise and admiration of everyone, and returned to the young master he was serving.

The noble young master glanced at him, seemingly satisfied with his perfect completion of the order.

"Actually, I could be that heroic too."

Dorit saw Schiller's eyes and followed the crowd to the black-haired young man who attracted their attention. The fanatical excitement just now extinguished instantly. As he said, he walked towards the bridge, and then imitated a deacon just now. Movements, big strides, successfully made himself to the bottom of the river.

No, he hung his body upside down and looked at the river flowing down, which was steaming because of the ice breaking just now, and then looked up at Sil, who was holding his ankle with one hand.

Ah, what a shame.Can I do it all over again?

Dorit, whose perfect aristocratic image collapsed in an instant, was a little ashamed.

While the others watched the slender young man firmly restrain the fallen young man who was slightly bigger than him with only one hand, and successfully rescued his falling body, they still couldn't see a trace of it. I am greatly admired for his strenuous effort.

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearances. It turns out that this young man has such great strength.

Dorit, who was successfully rescued, was a little dizzy because he was hanging upside down just now. He glanced at Schiller slightly. Well, it just so happened that Schirr's cold eyes met him, and he was embarrassed and unavoidable. surged up.

So that's why he fell into the water and drowned?

Qi Mu, who handled this oolong well, didn't feel any sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Seriously, can he block this guy?

"Sebas, what are you looking at?" Charles, who was about to turn around, asked the deacon who seemed to be out of shape today.

The deacon shook his head, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't reply directly, but just said, "Suddenly I met someone who I want to make friends with."

Make friends?

...is he joking?a demon?

Charles raised his head and stared at him for a while, seeing that the black-haired deacon was still smiling, he couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the person the devil wanted to befriend.

However, being able to be targeted by demons, no matter what their status is, usually ends badly.Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt a little sympathy for that person.

Sympathy, Saiki doesn't need it.

Because even if he is targeted by demons, he can still live well.

Qi Mu, who happened to meet the master and servant who came to report the matter to Her Royal Highness in the palace, thought so.

However, although he thought so, it did not interfere with the efforts of others to enrich his life, such as the Queen who had just finished her account with Charles.

"The life of that child, Syl, is relatively monotonous and lazy. If he is serious, he is also a nobleman who can do his part for the future of Britain."

The instructions revealed in the Queen's seemingly unintentional words were immediately understood by Charles, and he said lightly, "The Marquis Sylvester is indeed a very intelligent and kind nobleman, as long as the Marquis can get in touch with people more, it will surely change the status quo , and become a rare trump card in your hands in the future."

……

So, that's why he's now visiting Phantomhive.

Qi Mu, who was sitting in the living room drinking Darjeeling black tea made by the black-haired deacon, looked at the opposite side. He was more than a head lower than himself.

"How does the Marquis think of black tea?" As the head of the family, although Charles is young, his etiquette is still sufficient.

Qi Mu put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the young boy with gray-blue hair, and said, "Very good."

Charles smiled slightly and said, "If the Marquis likes it, I can order Sebastian to send all the Darjeeling black tea that arrived today to the Marquis."

"That's not necessary." Qi Mu waved his hand, "It's enough to taste it once in a while." Through his voice, he also knew the cause and effect of this, um, just go through the process, there is no need to take care of him so much, after all, no matter how much he pays attention , he will not play the trump card in his aunt's hand.

It seems that he is really a lazy and unmotivated nobleman.

After getting along with him, Charles defined him in this way.

It's just that when this nobleman saw the coffee jelly made by Sebastian, a gleam of light flashed across his emotionless eyes.Interesting, it seems like the Marquis who loves coffee jelly very much, after all, I didn't see him have such an obvious reaction to the dessert just served.

Qi Mu, who has not tasted such a delicious coffee jelly for a long time, savored the mellow and Q-bomb taste carefully, his handsome and delicate face was full of satisfaction, ah, this coffee jelly is really made by this devil deacon hands?

It felt like at this moment, he was not a devil at all, but an angel who saved him!

Saiki praised Sebastian's coffee jelly.

However, if Sebastian heard such praise from him, he would probably smile and habitually humble himself, saying that he was just a deacon.

After eating the coffee jelly, the Marquis of Sil is very different from before.

At the very least, it won't make him feel so alienated, tsk, can a coffee jelly handle the Marquis?If this was placed before, he would definitely not believe it, but now, he believes it.

What a marquis who cannot be judged by common sense.

Qi Mu is enjoying the delicious coffee jelly here, and Dolit, who is dealing with family affairs in the castle over there, learned a news that shocked him greatly.

"What you said is true?" He stopped writing and looked at his sister Angela whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Angela nodded, and said with certainty, "Of course it's true. It spread at first, but it was suppressed later."

Finding someone to dig the grave of his fiancée, is this really done by a gentle senior?What exactly is he trying to do?

Dorit put on a serious face, thinking about it, and then a sentence suddenly flooded into his mind, which made him unconsciously come to a conclusion that sounded a little weird but felt extremely possible at the moment.

It's just that Dorit sighed after coming to the conclusion, he really had that kind of thought.