There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Another peaceful and beautiful day in the Metropolis.Perhaps because the annual Christmas is approaching, the restless elements who are always doing things all year round rarely stop.

Clark carried the bucket of goat milk and walked to the familiar alley. Not long after he squatted down, a pair of reflective cat eyes peeped out from behind the trash can in the dark.

Clark habitually poured the goat's milk into the disposable dinner plate he had prepared long ago. The black cat meowed twice, but within a few seconds, seven or eight pairs of flashing lights popped up in the alley. bright eyes.

Clarke patiently smoothed out the cats' shaggy fur and opened a few cans while they drank goat's milk.

This can be regarded as stabbing the cat's nest, and the group of stray cats who have always been vigilant immediately became rude to the acquaintances - they picked up the young man's clothes, and after a while, a group of cats grew on the other party.

"You are really kind. These little guys have a good impression of you."

The lazy voice of the landlady sounded, and Clark turned around in surprise.

"Samuel? Why are you here?"

Clark knew that Samuel was a lazy character. Although he started working as a human two years ago, he still looked like he was fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, so that Petunia, who joined the industry at the same time, had already made a name for himself, but he still Tepid little transparent.

Clark couldn't figure out how the landlord would think of coming to his own world. After all, according to the other party's practice, he was unwilling to leave the apartment if there was no special event.

And Samuel is the kind of demon who can lie down but not stand up. Pull him a network cable for entertainment, prepare plenty of snacks and fruits, and ask 413 to provide a bickering service...

Clark has no doubts that the opponent will be able to fight in the next battle between heaven and hell in his castle.

Samuel walked over to Clark and squatted down like him.

I don't know if it was because of his demon status, the stray cats who met for the first time not only did not rush away, but boldly moved closer to him.

Samuel stroked the cat with one hand while making a deep and melancholy expression, only to hear him say in a bitter tone: "It's a long story..."

Clark said he was all ears.

With such a cooperative audience, Samuel immediately complained: "You know that Petunia is the most superstitious about those witch divinations, right? This time, I don't know where she got a big bottle of holy water—holy water is from the church. That thing..."

Clark nodded understandingly, and he continued, "But Penny was cheated again?"

Petunia has a kind of Schrödinger's trust in divination, and sometimes she is uneasy because of the result of the divination, and sometimes she scoffs at it.She's been lied to on this many times—to be precise, she's been lied to every time.

Sherlock also collected debts for her several times because of this.

Of course, Sherlock has always kept the debt collection process a secret. Clark only knows that every time those cheaters cry and turn themselves in...

So Clark took it for granted that it was the same this time, that Penny might have been deceived again.

Unexpectedly, Samuel vetoed his words bitterly and bitterly.

Samuel: "No, not only was Penny not deceived this time, but she also found someone really capable."

Clark was stunned: "Isn't that a good thing?"

Samuel took a deep breath: "It's a good thing that Penny wasn't cheated, but it's not a good thing that she took a big bottle of holy water and sprayed it on the apartment to exorcise evil spirits."

Clark subconsciously wanted to ask again, but when he noticed Samuel's vertical pupils flashing past, he remembered...

Samuel, their dear landlady, this one is still a devil.

Thinking of the demon covered in holy water spray, Clark: "..."

Clark made sure that Samuel wasn't injured, otherwise the other party wouldn't be so calm and so calm to play cats with him.Just thinking about what happened to Samuel, Clark still couldn't help laughing: "Maybe Petunia forgot about it..."

It may also be that Petunia herself didn't know that it was true this time, and she was just asking for psychological comfort as usual, and who knew that she accidentally injured an innocent demon... Uh, Clark struggled with grammar in his heart, and used innocent He is not used to modifying the word devil.

Hearing this, Samuel rolled his eyes: "It's not just that she forgot about it, it's fine that the apartment smells like a deadly enemy—Tony also kindly invited me to spend Christmas with him!"

Just saying "Christmas" made Samuel shake his shoulders reflexively - it's too bad he said that word!

Come on, Samuel is a high-ranking demon. Let him spend Christmas with the enemy, although it is out of good intentions...but Samuel will not agree.

It's just that although Samuel didn't agree to Tony, he felt a little inexplicably guilty because of this incident.Under the influence of this strange emotion, Samuel simply ran away and slipped to other worlds.

Clark, who originally wanted to ask Samuel to go home for the holidays: "..."

Too bad, Clark himself almost forgot about it.

Christmas may mean a happy day for heaven, but it's not a good day for their enemies, the demons.

Because last Christmas they had a crazy time, Samuel went to hell to connect with old friends, so that this year's Christmas, no one thought about the special status of Mr. Landlord.

Clark was a little embarrassed now. After carefully wording his words, he tried to explain that they just wanted to have a happy holiday with Samuel.

If it is true, Clark himself is not an Earthling.As tenants, but also as friends, they just want to express their friendship to Mr. Landlord.

No matter how much friction there was between Samuel and them in the beginning, until today, the tenants just felt that they could invite Samuel and, on this special day, their landlord Mr. to participate in their family gatherings come.

Samuel gave Clark a suspicious look, as if evaluating the credibility of the other party's words.

Samuel: "So will you have any wreaths at your house?"

Good job, not even saying the word Christmas, really worthy of being a serious devil.

Clark was helpless: "...you mean the Christmas wreath? Then... yes." This is the basic decoration, of course there will be.

Samuel: "What tree?"

Christmas tree?

Clark smiled wryly: "...this one too." And Clark also planned to pick the most beautiful Christmas tree himself and take it home.

Samuel frowned: "What hat, what socks, what gift..."

Clarke sighed. "It's all there, and I'm sure everyone has Christmas presents for you."

Samuel's expression froze immediately, his bitter expression was like eating a sour fruit.

After a moment of hesitation, Samuel finally whispered, "I can ask for a gift, but I don't want a holy... what kind of gift."

Clark took a deep look at him, and finally under the gaze of the devil, he agreed to this unreasonable request with a heavy heart: "No problem, I will give you a... what kind of gift."

Samuel laughed again. "If you could write Satan on the card..."

Clark: "Samuel—"

The landlady had to stop what he hadn't said, shrugged his shoulders, and thought to himself: All right, it's pretty good to get a free gift anyway.

……

The devil was invited to participate in the oolong of Christmas, and Tony himself never expected it to happen to him.After regretting his mistake, he turned his seat and thought about who else to invite to this year's party.

Sherlock can't do it, the turmoil between the two of them on Christmas Eve last year was suppressed by Howard and Mycroft together...

Petunia was going home for the holidays, and neither were the others—they weren't in the same time and space at all, and even if they came and went during Christmas, it wouldn't be convenient for such a short period of time.

Samuel sternly rejected Tony on the spot, and he sneezed twice because of Penny's holy water effect spray.

After much deliberation, it seems that there are no friends who want to participate.

Tony tapped his index finger. He actually only sent out two invitations this year. The landlord is unwilling to participate, and the other one has not replied to him so far. I don’t know if the other party will agree...

……

"Sir, you asked me to remind me again three hours ago. I received a message from Special Concern-Tony at 47:[-] today. Would you like to check it now?"

Although it was already December, Stark was wearing thin clothes indoors.He had just come out of the laboratory, still wearing a simple black vest, and his forehead was still damp with sweat.

The smart housekeeper considerately maintains the indoor temperature at the most suitable level without causing illness-this is the main reason why Stark can always "casual dress".

Perhaps it was because of the modification of the battle armor by himself, Stark felt extremely tired today.Stark was half lying on the sofa, he stretched his legs slowly to relax his body, and casually asked the smart butler to start reading the message.

"Tony, my sweet honey, my soulmate, my light of wisdom, I guess you didn't expect me to say something so nasty - you're welcome, in return for calling me 'baby' last time ..."

Hearing this, Stark couldn't help but smile.

The smart butler's voice was cadenced, and although it wasn't exactly like some little bastard teasing him sweetly, it also sounded funny.

Stark smiled as his student, brother, 'son', or as the little guy called it - soulmate, light of wisdom - babbled on in a rambunctious tone.

The long and cumbersome words were written wherever they thought of, including the new energy equipment that the two of them discussed not long ago, and also complained about the trivial things around them. It was completely a teenager talking to his parents about his boarding life.

It was not until the end that Tony said at the end of the message the ultimate purpose of such a long series of words——

"... If you don't mind a time travel, you can come to my place to experience it. It happens to be Christmas, and our family can have a meal together by the way..."

The voice of the smart housekeeper read to the end, and finally fell silent.

Stark turned the phone, he only thought about it for a second, and then made a decision with the brain of that day.

"Just ask Tony now, when will his space-time gate open to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Stark frowned and stopped the smart butler: "Wait, let me send the message myself."

Stark, who has always been straightforward when making a decision, was a little hesitant this time. He deleted and deleted nearly 10 minutes before sending the reply to Tony.

After sending the message, Stark felt inexplicably relieved.

only……

"Sir, do you have any other arrangements for this year's Christmas banquet?"

Oh - bad news.

Stark suddenly remembered that his dear Pepper had specially ordered this Christmas banquet...

Stark pretended not to hear the smart butler's question, he found out Peter's number nonchalantly, and called him.

"Hey, Peter, oh, I didn't have anything important to call, just to tell you that Tony invited me to Christmas."

After saying this, Stark was refreshed and hung up the phone directly.

Peter, who was chatting with Aunt Mei, received a call and almost thought something big happened in New York: "???"

Iron Man, what's wrong with you? ? ?