It's really hard to be a scumbag

The table was covered with a pure white tablecloth, which looked clean and spotless.

On the tablecloths are exquisite tea sets and dessert porcelain plates.

The porcelain plate is divided into several layers, and food such as sandwiches, cakes, and snacks are placed respectively.

For Jiang Jiang, the beauty of the food completely overwhelmed the fragrance of the roses, so he was the one who brought up the garden, and he was the one who didn't take a second look at the flowers.

Fortunately, Macmillan is similar to him, and he is not here to appreciate the garden in essence.

"Sorry, sorry." The old butler's voice came from a distance.

Jiang Jiang, who was staring at the dim sum, turned around and saw the old butler walking in small steps, and skillfully poured tea for them.

After the tea was poured into the cup, the old butler added fresh milk and sugar after asking for their consent.

After the two cups of fresh tea came out, the old butler let out a sigh of relief: "I'm very sorry, because there are very few guests here, I've already started to get unfamiliar with this business, please forgive me."

"It's okay." Jiang Jiang smiled slightly: "It's because we came too suddenly, but I've troubled you."

"No, no, no." The old butler said with a smile: "It is the arrival of the guests, which reminds me of my youth. When I was young, preparing tea for guests and introducing Sabrina's garden were my strengths."

"Sabrina Garden? Is that the name of this garden?" Jiang Jiang looked at the endless garden

"Yes." The old housekeeper smiled and said, "This is the name of the garden and the name of the flower. Are you interested in hearing her story?"

Jiang Jiang thought that he would have nothing to do when he was idle, so he nodded to the old housekeeper: "I am very happy."

The old butler didn't lie, he knew Sabrina's garden in great detail, and he could talk about it easily.

Jiang Jiang ate delicious snacks, listened to him talk for most of the afternoon, and finally summed up two words - precious.

This piece of rose-like flowers is called Sabrina here. Sabrina's growth conditions are very picky, and each flower needs the nourishment of magic power.

And judging from this boundless Sabrina, one can imagine the strength and power of the Demon Duke.

It can be said that as a garden, Sabrina has such a name, which can already show her uniqueness.

It would be even more extraordinary if she was planted by the current Demon Duke Yiduo.

——After all, Jiang Jiang thought, there shouldn't be any duke as boring as Suskel.

So for the old housekeeper, this garden is very precious, so precious that he is obviously a housekeeper, but like a flower farmer, he comes every day to stare at the health of the soil and flowers. Heartache like a hair.

"I am the steward of the castle, and it is my duty to take care of them." The old steward smiled, "And they are very beautiful, aren't they?"

Jiang Jiang nodded approvingly: "Yes, it is very beautiful and makes people want to take good care of it."

The smile on the old housekeeper's face was bigger, and he said straightforwardly: "If you like it, why not choose one?"

Jiang Jiang was taken aback: "This, is this not good? If the Duke finds out, you will be punished too, right?"

The old butler looked kindly: "Although it is said that the Duke is cruel, he is actually a very gentle gentleman. If you meet a guest who likes her very much, you can give one appropriately. This is what the Duke told me personally."

"With the rights given by the duke, I want to find a master who loves her for them." The old housekeeper stared at Jiang Jiang gently and said, "I think there should be no one else for such a master except you."

Jiang Jiang silently glanced at her Evernight Goddess Blessing BUFF, then smiled dryly: "Thank you for your approval, I also like her beauty, but I think they should prefer to be with her than being broken. It is suitable here to absorb the sun, er, I mean the dark rain and dew."

The old housekeeper didn't pay attention to Jiang Jiang's slip of the tongue, his eyes were moved, and he immediately praised: "So, you are really kind, a kind gentleman like you, I can only wish Guangming to love you forever."

Jiang Jiang coughed lightly. He just declined politely because he already had one.

He was really embarrassed to be praised now, so he quickly replied: "Thank you for your blessing, and may the goddess of the night take care of you."

The two believers who each believed in different gods flattered each other for a long time.

After they finished eating and drinking in a good atmosphere, the time gradually came to the evening.

Jiang Jiang wasn't hungry, so he didn't intend to go to dinner. After declining the old housekeeper and separating from McMillan, he went back to his room.

In the room, he summoned the boss of the God of Light, and had a friendly and pure friendship with the other party. After returning to full holiness, Jiang Jiang was ready to go to bed with blushing cheeks.

It seems that he has been in contact with the God of Light more times, and now he is not as weak as he was at the beginning, but can walk a few steps with weak legs.

As a result, Jiang Jiang had just climbed into bed, and before he had covered himself with a quilt, he heard a knock on the door.

Confused, Jiang Jiang came down and opened the door, only to see McMillan standing outside.

The other party didn't wait for him to ask questions, and handed him the things in his hand first.

—It was a rose.

Jiang Jiang was stunned, and froze for a moment without taking it.

His appearance seemed to have misunderstood McMillan, who stumbled and said, "I asked the old housekeeper's permission, and then used light magic to keep her alive. She only needs a little water to provide you with fragrance."

……

No, that's not the point.

Jiang Jiang looked at him silently: "The point is, why did you send me flowers?"

Macmillan fell silent again.

He clenched his trouser legs tightly with one hand, and the folds were sharp.

The other hand kept holding the rose, refusing to let it go.

Follow Jiang Jiang has not moved.

His thin lips gradually turned white, and his eyes were full of humble prayers that were deeply suppressed.

Seeing the other party's uneasy look, Jiang Jiang couldn't bear to continue questioning.

He sighed baldly, then took the flower in McMillan's hand, lowered his head and sniffed it in a very face-saving way, then revealed what happened just now, and said with a smile, "Thank you, I like it very much."

McMillan's dark eyes suddenly lit up like bright broken stars. He tried hard to suppress his joy, but his deliberately calm tone was mixed with trills: "As long as you like it."

He only said this, and then took two steps back suddenly, and said hastily: "I won't disturb your rest, I'll go first."

Macmillan hurried into the next room.

Jiang Jiang stood at the door holding flowers, her beautiful eyes filled with great doubts.

After being confused for a while, Jiang Jiang returned to the room resentfully.

After closing the door, Jiang Jiang and the rose in his hand looked at each other.

Finally, he lowered his head in a strange way, and smelled the faint fragrance of roses.

Ok.

There is no difference from the other one.

Jiang Jiang raised his head again, his expression calmed down.

When he passed the vase, he inserted the flowers into it casually, then climbed into bed and went to sleep.

Two roses are crowded in a vase, and his master has ignored them.

Jiang Jiang was half dreaming and half awake, and vaguely felt that his cheeks seemed to be pinched.

It was already the next day when he woke up again.

Jiang Jiang touched his cheek, then looked in the mirror, and after confirming that everything was normal, he couldn't help being confused.

Could it be his dream?

Do dreams feel so real?

Would Meng feel so clearly that the person pinching him was annoyed?

That's right, Jiang Jiang felt it all.

It wasn't because he was sober, but because the man was quite powerful, standing in front of him full of anger, which made him curl up feeling uncomfortable even in his dream.

Then the very annoyed man - pinched his cheek angrily.

If the other party was really the person he thought, would the other party let him go so easily when he got angry?

Jiang Jiang was a little unsure.

After thinking about it, Jiang Jiang simply and rudely attributed what happened last night to a dream.

Anyway, the other party didn't bother him.

'knock knock'

The knock on the door rang right on time.

Jiang Jiang came out, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw McMillan outside.

McMillan's expression was calm, the same as before.

However, when the young man in front of him was not paying attention, his gaze swept across the other party's room very quickly.

There is a vase in the other party's room, and a rose is inserted in the vase.

McMillan held back, but still couldn't hold back his lips.

His good mood couldn't be concealed, so much so that Jiang Jiang was stunned.

"Why are you so happy all of a sudden." Jiang Jiang looked at McMillan suspiciously: "Did you find the money?"

McMillan's eyes were smiling, and his pupils were pure black. At this time, it seemed that they had been washed by a clear spring, reflecting Jiang Jiang cleanly and clearly: "No, I'm just glad to see you."

"..." Jiang Jiang walked out without a word: "Your happiness is really simple."

The smile in the corners of McMillan's eyes didn't stop for a moment, and when he heard the words, he even smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment."

?

No.

He didn't mean to compliment at all, did he!

Jiang Jiang was speechless.

He found out that when McMillan was in a good mood, it was like taking fake medicine.

Jiang Jiang bypassed him and decided to let McMillan enjoy himself.

He was walking in the hallway, intending to go downstairs to have breakfast.

Within two steps, he followed closely behind him.

It seems that even if you are in a good mood, you can't fill your stomach.

Jiang Jiang went downstairs calmly, but was stunned when he saw the downstairs.

The conscientious servants who originally abide by the rules should be doing their own work, but when Jiang Jiang came down today, he saw them all crying.

If it's one or two, it's fine. Jiang Jiang walked all the way and saw them all crying like dogs.

what's wrong?

Did the Duke die suddenly?

Jiang Jiang couldn't figure it out, so he pulled a servant over and asked, "Why are you crying?"

The servant's crying became quieter, but his face was still full of despair: "The garden, the garden is gone. When the Duke returns, we will all be buried under the garden as fertilizer."

Jiang Jiang was taken aback.

What does it mean that the garden is gone?

When they looked at it yesterday, the garden was still full of vitality, and a large area was endless.

Jiang Jiang turned around and started walking towards the garden.

Walking on the road, Jiang Jiang asked several servants, and they all said that the garden was gone.

Jiang Jiang couldn't figure out what it would be like to be gone, so he quickened his pace and walked over there.

After he came out of the castle, he raised his eyes to look at the garden, and he couldn't help being stunned.

He still remembered that yesterday afternoon, he was still drinking tea in the seemingly endless sea of ​​flowers, the air was full of rich and fragrant flower fragrance, and he touched a flickering scarlet.

But now, when he took a look, he saw a desert in front of him.