One copy a day [comprehensive]

The young man refused the deacon's move to put on a coat for him, with an uninhibited smile on his exquisite and gorgeous face, he walked down the steps slowly, and sat on the main seat without any hesitation, facing three uninvited guests. The uninvited guest showed no signs of timidity: "I don't know if my uncle's sudden visit at this time is something important? Because I have the habit of going to bed early, my father adjusted the timetable of the entire Transit castle in order to take care of me. Now my lord father is sleeping in a sweet dreamland, if you have anything to tell me, I will tell my lord father truthfully."

Arnorudo was very disgusted with the haughty posture of the unidentified wild boy who appeared as the heir to the Earl of Transy. The priest holding the cross shook his head indistinctly, and his whole face began to twist slightly.

"Uncle?" The youth's clear blue eyes, like streams of water, stared suspiciously at the middle-aged man who lost his composure.

"Ahem!" Arnorudo said.Torrance's face froze for a moment, and he quickly reacted, showing a gentle and friendly smile, "Since the Earl has already rested, we won't bother you any longer. Let's talk about 'that matter' when we see brother next time, anyway. It's not a big deal."

"Oh~~ I have just enjoyed such delicious black tea and thoughtful service, and I am about to say goodbye, little Tracy, I will miss you~~~" The gorgeous carriage gradually drove away amidst the farewell sounds of the young nobleman.

Watching the carriage drive out of the manor, Chen En turned around, his tall blue peach eyes were filled with cold indifference.

"Claude!"

The deacon bowed respectfully, waiting for the master's order.

"Turn off the lights and go to sleep!"

"Yes, your highness!"

"Don't let the old man die too soon, find a way to keep him alive until next spring."

The deacon in black tuxedo stood at the stairs, watching the back of the boy going upstairs. The wide shirt that only covered the boy's slender thighs could hardly block the mysterious scenery inside under the movement of the boy going upstairs. The black deacon Pushing the glasses to hide the bloody pupils that had turned red, he said in a low voice, "yes—your highness—"

Queen of spiders.

This bright and mysterious term began to appear in the ears of everyone this year, almost replacing the once famous "loyal dog".alois.Chen En.Tracy, the name of this beautiful boy began to be constantly mentioned in the aristocratic circle. No one could resist his charm for a young aristocrat with outstanding ability and obviously favored by Her Majesty the Queen.

The old Earl of Transit died, and at the earl's funeral, the nobles wiped away the tears that did not exist on their faces with silk handkerchiefs soaked in perfume, while trying to squeeze into what they thought were grief-stricken but actually expressionless. Sitting in a corner in front of the new Earl of Transy, trying to attract the attention of this beautiful and powerful nobleman.

Looking at the young man surrounded by the crowd like a moon, Arnorudo who came to the funeral.Tracy exhaled unwillingly, but there was nothing he could do. No matter how troublesome he was, he would be easily resolved by this boy. Even if his brother was still alive, it would not work at all. lost the real power of the Tracy family.Now, even if he faced this child, he had to bow his knees!

In the quiet Yang Yi's back garden of the castle enjoying the breath of spring, the young man who escaped from the hustle and bustle of the funeral like a cocktail party sat quietly on the wicker chair, his eyes far away, as if nothing in the world could leave traces in his eyes.

"Patta." The exquisite blue and white porcelain teapot was gently placed on the table.

"My lord, this is the new court tribute green tea brought from the east this year." The deacon dutifully offered warm new tea to the young new earl.

The milky white porcelain body lined with green and rich fragrant liquid is like an exquisite work of art waiting for people to appreciate and taste, but the deacon's eyes are only focused on the hand that is warmer and whiter than white porcelain. If you serve with light hands and heartily, even a god will fall from the altar and become a mortal full of desires.

The boy lazily leaned against the back of the chair, his blond hair was soft and fluffy pasted behind his ears, and he just took a sip.

"Bang!" The teacup was put back on the table heavily, and the green tea splashed out and dripped on the boy's pale jade fingers.

"After several months at sea, even the newest tea becomes stale. Don't pollute my mouth with this inferior product, Claude!"

"Yes, your highness..." The deacon knelt down on one knee, holding up the boy's hand that had been splashed with tea devoutly like a pilgrimage, holding the onion finger that was covered with blue water droplets secretly and obsessively, the long and narrow finger that was already scarlet His eyes were fixed on the boy's beautiful eyes, and his tongue gently swept over the boy's fingertips, as if he was doing something unspeakably shameful.

However, the boy still looked indifferent, just lowered his eyes and calmly watched the deacon lick the tea off his hand, such eyes made this devil deacon want to stop!Such a lofty look, as if he was really looking at a dog he raised!

"Claude, you have an erection." Chen En narrated the facts coldly, withdrew his fingers, with a disgusted expression on his face.

Sure enough, the crotch of the close-fitting tuxedo had visibly bulged. "Sorry, master. I will control it next time." The devil deacon pushed his glasses indifferently, not denying the fact that he had an unspeakable desire for his master.

Not far away, a maid named Hannah in a tutu skirt is dutifully watering and weeding the garden.Chen En squinted his eyes and continued to lie on the wicker chair silently enjoying the warm spring sun. The setting of this dungeon is very good, at least it allows him to enjoy the life of a unique nobleman.

cloud.Faust, the devil deacon who has signed a contract with him, will prostrate at his feet as a loyal dog for a day as long as he does not surrender his own heart.So far, this Mr. Demon still doesn't know what the wish he made is. Although there are some temptations on weekdays, Chen En shirks it all.Because Chen En believes that a demon will not be bound by a small contract, even if there is only one ten-thousandth chance of danger, Chen En does not want to try it. Didn't the guy just kill his master without any hesitation?Only by grasping a man's heart psychologically step by step can he make him willingly or most defenselessly offer his physical heart at the most critical moment.Chen En didn't want to repeat the passive situation he had experienced in the dungeon world before. Although it was all expected, but now he has the golden finger of "Detailed Explanation of the Dungeon", which can not only complete the task but also make him feel at ease. Know which strategy to choose.

The deep night shrouded the earth, the cold wind suddenly picked up, and the black clouds kept approaching, mixed with the roar of lightning.The deacon holding the candlestick closed the master's bedroom door, and walked silently in the dark, empty corridor. The faint yellow candlelight stretched his shadow on the red carpet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Huh?" The deacon's ears are very sharp, and he can still clearly distinguish the continuous knocking on the door amidst the lightning and thunder. It will go out if you are not careful, your footsteps will stop, and you will turn around.

The weather outside the door was not generally bad. The moment the door was opened, cold wind and rain came flying in. A tall man wearing a hat with sunglasses and his face covered by the collar of his coat stood at the door. He said, "I was trapped by the storm. If possible, can you let me stay here for another night." The thunder and lightning roared like a bomb. The low-pressure sky behind the man exploded, and the brief light of lightning illuminated the simple and luxurious layout inside the castle.

"Please wait a moment," the glasses deacon raised his hand to protect the candle that was about to be extinguished in the storm, and nodded slightly to the man, with a vague look in his long and narrow eyes: "I need to ask the master for instructions. The master is resting, please wait patiently." , "Bang!" the man shut the door.

"..." The dripping wet man silently stood in front of the closed door with a suitcase in his hand, waiting.

"Who?" The boy on the bed rubbed his eyes sleepily, and his voice was murmured so that the listener had the illusion that he was being coquettish.

"It's just a passing traveler." The glasses deacon stood up straight, like a gentleman like a benchmark, unexpectedly suggested with some concern: "If you don't want to pay attention to him, why don't you drive him away?"

After being interrupted from sleep, Chen En's head gradually woke up, his tall peach blossom eyes were no longer blurred, and his tone returned to his usual indifferent and distant tone: "Forget it, go entertain guests and come in and have a good rest."

"Yes, master." The deacon bent down slightly, and respectfully stepped forward to change the boy's clothes, but he was pushed away by the other party. The pair of pure blue eyes that can make people addicted to madness just by looking at you are pure and rational, "You Go get someone in. I'll be down in a minute."

Just a homeless person.The glasses deacon pushed the mirror frame that reflected the candlelight, expressing that everything was in accordance with the master's wishes, turned around and gently closed the door and went out.

Overnight traveler?Chen En skillfully put on a cumbersome shirt and vest, tied a bow tie, and stepped on the carpet with polished horseshoe boots on his feet. He was tall and energetic.This rainy night is destined not to be peaceful, because this is the beginning of the plot, the beginning of the tragic and short life of the owner of this body, Aylos.

Opening the door, Chen En raised his delicate chin, the corners of his perfect peach blossom eyes were raised high, and there was a mysterious smile on his beautiful face that made all the women in London jealous.

The game officially begins! ! !