present to the lord

The weather is a bit gloomy, and the night in Paris always comes quietly. The brilliant lights of the joyous venue and the extravagant luxury are the flirting laughter of men and women in magnificent clothes. The sinful and depraved atmosphere surrounds the night in Paris, France.

The young Duke held a cane inlaid with rubies in his left hand. He held the very valuable and delicate cane in the way of holding a sword, and he held an elegant and sharp pattern in his hand.

"Master, the person you inquired about has been found." The male servant bent over and lowered his head to show his respect for his master.

The boy stood in the night, his golden hair was as dazzling as real gold, exuding a charming luster in the night. He was wearing a top-cut black dress with a straight back, exuding a dignified and elegant temperament.

He smiled frivolously, and his blue eyes flickered: "Then let's go, we can't keep the distinguished guests waiting for too long."

Seeing the circus built with dilapidated tents, dilapidated, dirty, rude, low, and even more ugly words can be placed on this circus.

The young Duke was greeted by the circus master with the most humble gesture, and he smiled obsequiously.

"I heard that you have a devil's son here. I wonder if it's true?" The young Duke brushed his golden hair from his ear in the dim light, and asked casually in an arrogant tone.

"Yes, yes, your information is correct. Excuse me..." The bearded man with a foul smell lit up his eyes, and couldn't help rubbing his hands greedily, "Do you want to...?"

The servant immediately took out a check from his collar pocket and handed it over. The young Duke opened his mouth, stroked the back of his left hand with his right hand wearing a leather glove, and said slowly, "This amount is enough to buy him."

The man blushed immediately, and clutched the paper with the astronomical figures tightly: "Enough is enough, even if you want to buy half of Paris, it is enough!"

"Very well, then that child has nothing to do with you. I hope that the memory of him in all of you will disappear completely. If you can't, I don't mind helping you." The young Duke said with a chuckle Bloody words, as long as they heard that tone, no one would think he was joking.

The one who was ushered in was a skinny and dirty boy, his ribs could be clearly seen from his bare upper body, and his head was covered by a tattered burlap sack, emitting a stench.

His former master looked at his shrinking look, and immediately got angry on his rude face, and stretched out his hand to pull him over.

No one saw the Young Duke's movements clearly, only a crisp sound was heard, and the hand of the man holding the Devil's Son was broken by the cane.

"I don't like other people touching my things." The young Duke raised the cane and pierced the back of the man's hand that touched the boy. He wiped the luxurious cane with a snow-white handkerchief amidst the man's miserable screams With the blood on it, he ordered in a cold voice, "Shut up."

The screaming man was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and trembled. He hugged his miserable hand that was gushing blood, and breathed in repeatedly to endure it. He lowered his head humbly, and said in a trembling voice, "Please, please forgive."

"What's your name?" The boy ignored the man, but looked at the boy with a slightly warmer expression, "Take off the ghost thing on your head, and let me take a good look at you."

Seeing the boy, the young man shrank a little. He didn't know how frightened and struggling the boy was, and he didn't know how much fear filled that sensitive and humble heart.He didn't know how dazzling this golden-haired teenager was in the eyes of the boy, and his beauty was far beyond everything. He had never seen this beauty in his life. In the previous ten years, his life was full of contempt and cruelty from others treat.

He once knelt in the dark and begged for someone to come and save him, even if he gave everything, it didn't matter.Now this angel of salvation seemed to descend, and at this moment, he was watching him gently with those beautiful blue eyes.

The boy covered in dirt covered the same dirty sack on his head, he took a step back in despair, he knew that his ugliness would scare everyone away, his face was the beginning of all tragedies, and now, this This face will destroy everything about him!

"No..." The boy made a desperate suffocating voice, he was like a dying stinky mouse, he hid in the corner, trying to stuff his ugly body in the gap, so that he could avoid all harm.

The young Duke didn't force him, he nodded: "Okay, tell me, your name." The handsome and handsome boy took off the leather glove on his right hand, and stretched out his clean and white hand to him, "Come here, I'll take You get out of here."

The boy patiently waited for the boy, until the skinny little hand rested on his dry palm, then he squinted his eyes and smiled, and without hesitation, he clenched the little hand with bald nails full of dirt and black, and held it. He said, "You can call me Brian, and I'm sure we'll have a good life."

"I...Eric..." A small voice responded.

"A very good name—a leader who is always strong." The boy led the boy slowly towards the light from this humble and dirty place in the dark night of Paris.

Eric silently chewed on the name 'Brian', the owner of the name was just like its meaning, a powerful leader with noble birth.Blonde hair and elegant figure, handsome and beautiful smile, and arrogance when holding the scepter.But he is like a rat in a stinky gutter, and as a rat, he is led by such a noble person.

An excited and wonderful emotion arose in Eric's heart, he even wanted to kneel down to offer his loyalty to this noble man, to offer everything!

Brian bent down and put the filthy and smelly Eric into the carriage himself. The boy also jumped up while the boy was in a daze. The manservant immediately helped the master close the door of the carriage. A double-headed eagle was engraved on the golden handle. , that is the standard of the Jacques family, a new force that has risen suddenly in the past 60 years.The dukedom is the inheritance standard for the children of the royal family, but Caston Jacques, the previous family of the Jacques family, was granted such an honor as an exception.

And Fan Haoran, who had lived in this world for more than 70 years and finally pretended to be a child, brought Eric to the mansion he bought in Paris.Bright lights, gorgeous ornaments, and a wide space, all of these make the boy standing at the door so uncomfortable. His naked body is covered with the clothes that were still worn by the Duke boy before, but his head is covered with a gray Fluttering sack.He hasn't taken it off yet.

"Why don't you take it off, it's better to see the world through the bag?" The boy looked at him almost curiously, without any disgust, even though the child was dirtier than the garbage outside.

Eric trembled, he couldn't help holding down the sack with his hands, panting as if overcoming great difficulties, and said, "I'm... ugly." He was almost so low in the dust that he wanted to kneel down and beg, " You will throw me away, please..." He didn't want to go back to those terrified contempt and furious beatings, he wanted this person in front of him to always look at him as an equal, "Please... ..." He pressed the sack tightly on his head, looked at the noble boy through the two small holes on it, and begged desolately, "Don't look at me."

Fan Haoran is not such a soft-hearted person, he has lived for too long and seen too much, almost no one can make him feel like this.Not pity, not sympathy, but another, more complex, ineffable feeling.

He looked at this 11-year-old boy who looked like seven or eight years old, and slowly stretched out his hand while trembling with fear. As the hand approached, Eric let out a tiny moan of despair, It was like a cry of dying.

As the sack was slowly removed, the face inside was revealed, half of which was as lovely as an angel, and the other half shriveled and shriveled and was more terrifying than a devil. His face was so pale that he almost fainted, and the other half of his face was uneven and disgusting. Hanging down, almost half of the eyeball can be seen.

Then a kiss fell on his forehead, and the boy said peacefully, "Okay, come here, I'll take you to take a bath."

Eric almost got a new life, he looked at his left hand that was held up again in disbelief, and followed behind like a puppet.

This must be the most beautiful dream in the world.He thought this way, looking around at the magnificent surroundings.I really hope I never wake up, even if I die here, I am willing.

Fan Haoran taught him how to use the bathroom hand in hand.

Fan Haoran has never realized so deeply that he is saving others as he is now, as if his every move will determine his life and death, whether his soul belongs to heaven or hell.His mission is to save Eric, avoid his lonely and desperate life, and make the man who is desperate and angry with society happy until the end.

He had an ominous premonition, but he couldn't help but imagine it.Taking a deep breath, he lay on the sofa and looked at the gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling. After a while, he put aside his own thoughts and shook his head.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, he turned his head and waved to Eric, who still had a dreamy expression on his face: "Come here, eat."

Eric flinched reflexively, trying to cover his face, but when he looked into those blue eyes, he stood there anxiously, and walked over nervously.He lowered his eyes and stood there not daring to move casually.

Seeing him so cautiously afraid of being abandoned and disgusted, Fan Haoran pushed the hot food over and said, "I will adopt you as my younger brother." He calmed down in the shocked eyes, "Are you in this family? The second master, there is no need to wrong yourself."

He is not a person who is very good at comforting others. In his opinion, it is the weak who need to be comforted.And now Eric is indeed weak.His heart is still too weak, and the cruelty of this society makes him want to get sympathy from others.But sympathy has always been a mockery that the strong give to the weak.

After Fan Haoran dealt with a group of servants who dared to gossip behind their backs, Eric was finally valued by all the servants who were stunned by his devil-like face.Those who are really valued by the current Patriarch are just servants, how dare they say anything else?

The Jacques family issued a formal banquet and invited all the nobles. The adopted child was carefully dressed, with a thin silver mask covering the right face, and the left face was as delicate as an angel, with black pupils under the black hair. The eyebrows are long and the eye sockets are deep.

After a lot of chatter and hypocrisy, Fan Haoran directly threw Eric at the banquet, but he sneaked away to sit in the back garden, the cane in his hand shone through the light from a distance, and the ruby ​​on it reflected the charm until a boy with the same blond hair ran over and looked at him curiously.

"I've seen you, you are the Duke." The little boy looked about the same age as Eric, but with a healthier figure. He saluted, "Hi, I'm Raul Shani, you can call me Raul."

The boy who will fall in love with the same woman as Phantom in the future is happily trying to make friends at this moment.

Regarding the child who wanted to exchange names, Fan Haoran squinted his eyes and looked him up and down with a frivolous smile, and almost deliberately walked around him twice, feeling a little uncomfortable in his eyes Only then did he smile and whisper in his ear with a soft voice.

"I heard that once you get a person's name, you can control that person's life, know his past and future, do you believe it?"

Raul was taken aback by the treacherous words, and then he smiled, a very nice smile: "I don't believe there is such a magical thing, if you can master it after getting the name, then that person must be a devil."

devil?

No, I am the savior.

The author has something to say: I can't bear to let Phantom's miserable past really let him go through it. I miss the black heroine so much! ! !