Waste material cannon fodder, he just wants to survive!

On the other hand, Aim, who was brought back home by Ran Heming, was placed in the carriage prepared by Ruth.

Em sat bewildered in the carriage.

He had never built such a luxurious carriage, even the cushions were as clean as pure snow, such a clean and delicate carriage made him feel out of place.

He was sitting upright in a small corner, afraid that he would dirty it.

Em looked forward to returning home with the gentle Duke, but was afraid that the other party would suddenly regret forgetting him on the way, so he had to lift the curtain of the carriage and stick his head out to look at it quietly.

What caught his eye was the black carriage not far away, he thought that this carriage should belong to the Duke, Em felt relieved.

Inside the black carriage.

Ran Heming thought that the other party hugged him just for a while, but he didn't expect that he hugged him for a long time, his shoulders were numb, and he didn't see the other party's intention to let go of him.

"Duke Campbell, can you let go?"

Ran Heming couldn't help protesting, but he found that the other party didn't seem to respond, and had become very quiet since just now.

He glanced at the other party from the corner of his eye, and saw that the villain had fallen asleep with his head on his shoulder at some point, his long and dense eyelashes cast a small shadow under the light of the kerosene lamp, and the other party's long golden hair fell on his shoulder , Only then did he realize that the villain's hair was of such good quality, like fine silk.

And it looks so pretty when asleep.

To actually fall asleep on his shoulder, he must be extremely tired.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have shown such a fragile and defenseless look in front of him.

Ran Heming remembered that the villain was the last blood race in the world, so he woke up a hundred years later and somehow began to resist human blood. This caused him to be hungry and toothache because he couldn't drink fresh blood, and he often couldn't sleep at night.

Thinking of this, I felt a little soft-hearted, and couldn't bear to wake up Boss who was sleeping on his shoulder.

But his shoulders are really sore.

"Boss? Are you awake?"

Ran Heming raised his hand with difficulty and gently pushed Bosi. The movement was neither light nor heavy, but it was just enough to wake him up.

"Ok?"

Boss opened his sleepy eyes, those eyes gradually changed from red to blue the moment they opened, so beautiful that Ran Heming couldn't look away.

Before he had time to tell the other party that the duke's mansion was coming soon, he saw Boss leaning against him again, rubbing his chin against his neck and saying, "Let me hug again."

Different from his usual calm and pleasant voice, the voice of Boss, who hadn't woken up much, became hoarse and charming.

His ears were numb.

Ran Heming has never seen such a Boss,

Those careless things in the weekdays are all put away now, like a proud big cat who puts away his temper and becomes sticky when he meets someone he likes...?

What was he thinking about? ! ? !

Ran Heming stopped his more and more outrageous thoughts, but his face was flushed.

Burth was actually awake, but he didn't want to just let go.

The little duke's body was too fragrant, and he was too comfortable, so he couldn't help but close his eyes and sleep for a while, and his tense brain, which had not been rested for a long time, relaxed at this moment.

This was the best sleep he had after waking up. Although it was short, it was better than sleeping in a wooden coffin. Boss thought he should take the little duke back to the castle and let him sleep in the coffin with him. In the wooden coffin.

Ran Heming, who was getting off the carriage, felt a sudden shock behind him. He just thought it was because the air temperature inside the carriage was too different from the air temperature outside, so he didn't think too much about it, completely unaware that he had been assigned.

"Little Duke, good night."

It was only when Ran Heming got out of the carriage that he heard Boss behind him say these words. He turned around and saw him walking in the opposite direction of the Duke's mansion.

It should be home, he is not curious about this.

But when he thought of the sleepy eyes in the car, he still couldn't help telling him, "Be careful on the road."

"Master, you are back, is there anything that makes you unhappy at the banquet?"

Facing the butler's question similar to last time, Ran Heming adapted miraculously.

"No." He took off his heavy shawl and handed it to the butler. "The slave I brought back is named Em. Butler, prepare a place for him to sleep. By the way, let him take a bath and have dinner."

After Ran Heming gave a lot of orders, he yawned halfway, tears welling from the corners of his eyes, "I'm going to bed, go prepare hot water."

"Yes, Master."

This time Ran Heming didn't ask the other party to help him squeeze his shoulders, he put on his bathrobe and went back to the bedroom to sleep after a hasty bath.

The death branch of the Holy Son of Guangming Sect has been harmonized by him, and there is one less way of death. Ran Heming sleeps more peacefully than before.

But he was relieved too early. Due to the confusion of his brain, he didn't emphasize Em's difference when he ordered things to the housekeeper, so the housekeeper arranged Em in a servant's room with a vacant bed.

"Are you the slave brought back by the master today?"

"Yes."

Em shrank his shoulders and lowered his head, not daring to raise his head. He didn't want to see this man's dirty face.

"Then you sleep here today, just to save the bath water."

Em looked in the direction the servant pointed. The bed had been filled with water at some point, and the sheets were dripping down.

Will he suffer new insults wherever he goes?

Em was wondering if the gentle Duke's kindness to him was all fake.

No, the duke arranged a hot and delicious dinner for him. Unlike the servant who was mean and bullying him in front of him, only the duke would treat him well.

"Why don't you want to sleep?" Seeing that Aim always ignored him, the servant felt that he was underestimated, so he raised his voice and said, "Are you going against the master's wishes?"

"This is not arranged by the Duke!"

Em yelled these words with a trembling body, turned and ran outside the door. In the dark night, he could clearly sense the residence of the Duke. Em stopped at the corner of the wall outside the window of Ran Heming's bedroom. He curled himself into a ball and rested his chin on the pillow on the knee.

It was very close to the Duke, which made him feel at ease.

After Ran Heming woke up, he was going to ask Aim if he was used to living in the Duke's mansion, and if any servants bullied him.

After eating the last bite of bread, he wiped his mouth with a square towel, looked at the butler and asked, "Butler, where is Em?"

"Master Em was placed in the servant's room."

Is the servant's room similar to the apartment he lived in when he was working?

"Servant's room? Where is it?"

"Master, how can you go to such a dirty place, what should you do if your shoes are dirty?"

Ah this.

Nobles have a lot to ask for.

"Then you call him here."

"Yes, Master."

Ran Heming sat on the sofa with black tea in his hand, waiting for the butler to bring Em over, and took advantage of this free time to recall Em's settings in the game.

He is a white-cut black boy. He looks weak and weak on the outside. He is very thin because he is often bullied. In fact, he is dark inside.

But now the other party is still a child who needs to be taken care of. He believes that as long as he is guided correctly, Em will grow into a good young man!

"Master, Em is gone. The cohabiting servant said that he ran out last night and never came back."

[The author has something to say: Plot: Goodbye, Ran Ran, I am going on a long voyage tonight. 】