[Black Butler] REVERSI

The man looked at the sleeve that was accidentally torn and damaged during the fight, and frowned.The seemingly hideous wound is insignificant to a demon that can heal quickly, but the disheveled clothes will still make the young master mind?Thinking about whether he should change his clothes before meeting his little master, the man sensed the young man's unsteady emotions.

The power of the contract is mutual. While he is temporarily put on a collar and 'captive', it also prevents the boy from easily escaping from his grasp.No matter what kind of emotion or state of mind it is, the man can sense it through the contract, so as to understand his boy more closely.

Pushing open the door, the man returned to the room, and the boy had already sat up in the dim living room.His arms were wrapped around his knees, his body bowed and his head buried, looking a bit pitiful, like a kitten wet by the rain, shivering helplessly and shivering.

The man sighed, walked around to the candlestick, and lit the candle.The halo lit up little by little, and the light in the room turned from dark to dim yellow, and gradually became bright.

"Master..."

"Who are those people?"

Exiting at the same time, the boy asked sullenly.

The man looked at his still bowed head and answered his question truthfully.Seeing that the young man was shaken when he heard that term, but he still pretended to be calm.

"Just like demons, they also target human souls. It's just that we are here to eat, and they..." Thinking of the majestic and lofty purpose, the man felt a little disdainful.

For the god of death, the devil is a pest that prevents them from recovering their souls, but looking at it the other way around, isn't it the same for the god of death?They see each other as different, but are obsessed with the same thing.

"...soul? Mine?" The young man, who was immersed in the word 'Death', didn't notice the man's displeasure. He pressed the wound that had already scabbed and stated, with a questioning tone but affirmative.

"Hey, 'Charles Phantomhive' should have died on that day." The man bluntly stabbed the boy's wound, and the man narrowed his eyes, waiting for his reaction.

Either it just collapsed, or...

However, he saw the young man's unbridled laughter, even though the laughter was very close to crying.

The exaggerated face was vivid, with a little hysteria, but all the emotions were suppressed in an instant, and then the man heard his joking retort.

"So? I should thank you?!" There was a large shadow on the face against the candlelight, and the corners of the boy's raised lips were ironic.

"Thank you for choosing my soul?"

"If you insist, young master." Spreading his hands, the man did not defend himself.

The boy snorted coldly, and did not continue this topic.He stepped out of the 'bed' and walked to another black coffin.He fumbled and took out a medicine box from inside, motioning for the man to come over.

The broken sleeves and the dried blood stains all touched his nerves. The young man couldn't see the man's meekness, so he took out the scissors from the medicine box, and changed the man's three-quarter sleeves into a sleeveless one with two or three strokes.

Regardless of the man's reaction, he poured all the alcohol with a high concentration on it.For a normal person, being treated like this would definitely scream like a pig being slaughtered, but it was difficult for the young man to see a trace of pain from the man's calm face.Even if he used a cotton swab to pierce the man's unreasonably fast healing flesh, the devil was still as calm as ever.

Consciously bored, he yawned and lay back in his coffin after being ravaged for a while, leaving the mess behind and handing it over to the devil with good hands, good feet, and good spirits.

The next day, the two returned to their original mode of getting along as if nothing had happened.The boy is still dominating the man willfully, and while the man is dealing with him, he is running between the house and several properties.

Those rough houses with only simple frames need to be processed and remodeled if they want to rent out. It takes time and money for men to find house craftsmen, and they leave early and return late throughout the year.

Although the young man was also unhappy about this, but seeing the man shouldering the burden, he swallowed all his complaints and harsh words in the end.

Today is the day when the auction will be held.Relying on the man's good eloquence, those real estates received orders as soon as the construction was completed. After several months of ventilation and decoration, the venue was finally converted into an auction facility.

Since the 17th century, British aristocrats have been keen on collecting art, especially Italian art paintings.At the end of the 19th century, due to the transformation from an agricultural society to an industrial society, the British land aristocracy declined. In order to maintain their dignity and livelihood, many people had to sell their family inheritance, including a large number of precious works of art.

With these precious works of art flowing into the market, auctions have sprung up in Britain.

The auction method is the familiar 'incremental auction', also known as 'buyer call auction'.

The auctioneer announces the starting bid and the minimum increase of the auction target, and the bidders follow the order from low to high to compete with each other. Finally, after the highest bidder fails to respond to three bids, the hammer is sold, but the transaction price must not be lower than the reserved price. price.

If the lot is a single subject, the auction will continue until the subject is sold to the highest bidder, and if the lot is auctioned, the auction will continue until a specific price is reached, at which point the The price until the quantity demanded equals the fixed quantity supplied is called the equilibrium price.

As the lessor of the venue and a "figure" who has been promoted to one of the wealthy businessmen in recent years, the young man came to the auction site in person, acting as a buyer and a seller.

He happens to have one thing for sale in his hand, which is William Henry Fox Talbot's camera that may capture "the most beloved existence", and I believe many people will be interested in trying it.

The auction was scheduled to be held in the evening. When entering the venue, everyone was distributed a mask, and the boy found his place according to the admission ticket.

After a long wait, the opening speech was ushered in. Amid the impassioned voice of the master of ceremonies, the auction was kicked off.

The exhibits were listed one by one, including precious works of art and jewellery. After looking around, the boy couldn't find what he liked.

"The next one is a camera used by William Henry Fox Talbot, one of the British scientists and developers of photographic technology, at the end of his life." The red tarpaulin covers the exhibits, allowing People who want to peek at the objects in it are not allowed to look at it.

Most people don't know much about the characters in that field, but following the introduction, the boy heard boos from around him.As he expected, that "most beloved existence" became a very good gimmick, and with the announcement of the reserve price, many people raised their placards to compete.

Listening to the increasing value as if watching a play, the boy curled his lips happily. Compared with those ordinary things, his camera is indeed more 'heavyweight'.Thinking that he could watch those people blushing a few more times, the young man was about to change his sitting position, but the sudden change made him freeze in place.

Even with a mask on, that height is very conspicuous, and the boy recognized him with just one glance.

Earl held up the sign, unlike others who gradually increased bit by bit, the price discouraged many competitors.After three quotations and no response, the hammer was knocked down, and the camera became the property of that person from then on.

The boy couldn't remember how he walked out of the auction site, he only knew that his mood had changed when he came.I thought that he and that person would never meet again, but everything is unpredictable, and fate always plays jokes on you inadvertently.

The peaceful days did not last long, and the storm came.

The "Jack the Ripper" incident in London was uncovered, and the old story was brought up again, making a lot of noise, newspapers published it, and finally even dispatched the Queen's dogs to conduct an in-depth investigation.

And when the truth was pulled out and presented in front of everyone, apart from anger, everyone was more sad.

The place where the funeral was held was a church. The insider changed into mourning clothes early, but the non-insider thought that a wedding was about to be held there.The teenager watched the young boy talking innocently, stood up and messed up his hair.

The hair that was pinned to the back of the ear fiddled and returned to its original state. The boy took off his black mourning clothes, leaving only his white shirt.

He glanced at the steeple of the church from afar and turned around.

[FINISH]