[Black Butler] REVERSI

Compared with other nobles, the biggest difference between this viscount is his 'approachable'.He is happy to attend all kinds of social occasions, regardless of the identity and status of the organizer, even ordinary people will chat with them.

The young man asked the man to check the viscount's recent situation, and started to draft a letter to send out the greeting card, while thinking about another matter.

The new owner of Phantom Hein's family inherited the title and once again appeared in front of everyone as a queen dog, and as a "dead person", he is bound to be unable to use that similar face to appear in front of the public again. in sight.The young man called the man to him, and told him to prepare some props for changing his appearance. The man nodded his head, lowered his gaze, and responded obediently as always.

"Yes, let's prepare Lady's clothes for the young master."

"Wait, who asked you to prepare that thing?!"

"Oh?" The man looked at the young man puzzled, and proceeded to tell the truth based on the clues he found in his hands.

"The Viscount has a crush on the young Lady. If the young master wears such an attire to meet him, it will surely be more effective. Besides... the young master's height will be very difficult to dress up as an adult." boy, the man shook his head.

"Shut up! Don't talk about my height!"

"But it's all true, master. I'm just talking about the facts..."

"..." The young man really wanted to refute him, but what the man said were indeed truthful and verifiable truths, he turned his head away angrily, and the young man had already compromised a bit.

"Then the old man is fine." Human beings will shrink in height due to various reasons when they are old. If he is dressed as an old man, his height will not seem too unsuitable. The young man retreated and listed this feasible solution.

"Actually, the young master doesn't have to be like this..." The man replied unmoved, and did not accept the boy's proposal.

Pretending to be old is also a skill, not to mention that the voice of a teenager who is in the developmental stage wants to become vicissitudes, and it is not something that can be practiced overnight.

Not wanting to bother about it, the man reached into his inner pocket and took out a piece, fixed the boy's head, and stuck it on the boy's face.Pressing gently with ten fingers, the creases were flattened bit by bit.

"Look, young master." He led the young man to the mirror, and the man motioned the young man to look in the mirror.

On the transparent mirror, the imaging is very clear, and the young man looked at it up close, and couldn't find any discrepancies.It was an ordinary face, with even skin tone and flat features, so it wouldn't make people feel too deep at first glance.

Touching it in surprise, the touch felt smooth and delicate, and made a few expressions towards the mirror, and that face immediately reflected the joy, anger, sorrow and joy performed by the young man.

The boy was very satisfied with what he saw, and gave a touch of appreciation to the man.The man straightened his forehead hair and signaled the boy to go out.

In the courtyard, there was a carriage that was prepared at an unknown time. The man waited by the side to wait for the boy to get on the carriage, and took the reins himself to act as the driver.After the boy sat down firmly, he drove to the destination.

The viscount's mansion is independent like all nobles, with a tall gate and a lot of value.After the notification, the teenager was brought into the hall to wait.

Sipping the tea in the cup, the young man looked at the interior decoration through the curling white smoke.After a long time, the owner of Saobao appeared surrounded by servants.

The young man put down his cup, got up and saluted him, with a fake smile on his face, making official greetings.The Viscount listened to him with a smile and accepted the compliments.When the young man stated his purpose and wanted to ask the viscount to help him recruit a distinguished nobleman, he also got a promise from him to pat his chest.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." Before leaving, the Viscount looked at the boy's eyes and expressed admiration, as if the boy's irises were such a precious treasure.

The young man was stunned, pulled the corners of his lips, and finished his sentence with a smile, and left the mansion full of money and power with the demon who had been standing aside as an attendant from the beginning to the end.

On the carriage, the young man rested his chin and looked at the retreating scenery, lost in thought.The wind brushed against his cheeks and messed up the hair on his forehead. The young man lowered his eyes and let the broken hair deflect with the direction of the wind.

"Hey, Damon, how many people do you think will be invited this time?"

"...The young master doesn't seem very confident?" The man took the reins and drove the carriage in the middle of the road, and heard the young man's words through the wind.Guessing the meaning of the boy's words, he asked back in a flinching tone.

"Do you not believe in the viscount's ability? Or do you question the great curiosity of nobles?"

"It's true..." The young man smiled as if he felt relieved for a moment.

The man shrugged and spurred the horse to speed up.

After returning to the residence, the boy lived a life of a rice bug again, but the man often disappeared. The boy guessed that he was going to make preparations for the dance.

On this day, just like the day before, the boy woke up naturally after sleeping, without human disturbance, and was not affected by the sunlight during the day. Inside the dark coffin, the boy slept soundly until he woke up.In the past few days, the man who only appeared in front of him when he had three meals and went to bed, stood in front of him at noon this day. The young man stretched out his hand and let him dress and wash himself, sitting in the helpless but helpless expression of the man. In front of the 'dining table'.

The unaesthetic black coffin did not affect his hunger to eat, but the man put a stack of things in front of him.

"What is this?" Randomly flipped through a few pages, all of which were titles of real estate and land. The boy pointed to the pile of things and asked the demon beside him.

"Master, are you illiterate?" Pointing to the easy-to-understand header, the man teased.

"Where did you get these things?"

"Oh yeah."

"Forget it, I don't want to know anymore." Regarding the extra real estate out of thin air, the boy felt that he asked a stupid question.Looking down, he read the frame carefully, but the pen he picked up stopped on the signature column.

The name 'Charles Phantomhine' was destined to be impossible to sign on it, the boy thought about it and wrote down a name.

"Leic? Master, your naming level is really..."

"Do you think 'Sebastian' is better than 'Damon'?" Hearing the man's questioning voice, the young man threw out the words nonchalantly. I think mine is much better.After the man heard the words, he gave a negative answer as he expected. The boy raised his eyebrows proudly and continued with the work of signing.

"Only Leic? Don't you write your surname?" Human beings attach great importance to their surnames, and so do their demons.The man asked in surprise when he saw that the boy had only a first name but no last name.

"unnecessary."

"Well, the young master will have a dance in three days, do you need someone to come for your dancing steps before that..."

"I didn't say I wanted to dance." The boy resolutely killed the man's decision to hire a foreign teacher for himself.

"Then how can it be, you are the host of this ball, how can you not dance?"

"You want to dance that much?" Seeing that he couldn't escape the man's question, the boy looked at him seriously and asked back.The man shook his head, met the boy's gaze, and did not compromise on this.Seeing this, the young man took a detour in his thoughts and changed direction.

"If you are willing to dance the women's step, I can dance with you in the end."

"Cough, young master, you have won." Spreading his hands to admit defeat, the man picked up the paper on the black coffin, turned around and walked out, and he did not forget to prepare lunch for the boy before leaving.

In the afternoon, the man appeared in front of the boy again, changed his travel clothes, and drove out in a carriage.

After several hours of ups and downs, the boy was led to one place after another, and saw one house after another. The man was willing to let him go only after he turned his eyes away from the mosquito coil.

"Is this the real estate on paper?"

"Hey, is the young master satisfied with what he saw?"

It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to find such a few properties in a place where every inch of land is very expensive, but men have not only done it, but also easily.

Is it the ability of demons?The boy was puzzled.

The man smiled softly, turned a blind eye to the boy's questioning gaze, stretched out his hand to adjust his clothes skillfully, half kneeled, and was at the same level with him.

"Didn't the young master say that my mansion is very unique? It's better to entrust these properties to me. I still know a little about the styles that nobles like."

Without correcting the man's self-proclaimed name, the young man speculated in his heart, and asked subconsciously.

"You mean to show these out?"

"No, it's a lease. Master, don't you want to have a certain amount of income?" The man corrected the boy's rhetoric and spoke out his idea.

The aristocrats are mostly more leisurely than the common people. They like to frequent social occasions in a certain season. If these properties are transformed into social places with different styles for them to choose, all kinds of news will be easily released. Easy to snoop on.

"So, master, the dance in three days' time..."

"I will take it seriously." The boy said earnestly without the thought of being a spectator.

"By the way, I forgot to tell the young master."

"what?"

"In addition to the people on the original list, I also invited another nobleman with high status and status to attend this ball."

The man's words made the young man have a bad feeling, and he clenched his fists. The young man waited silently for the man to finish his speech.

"It's... Earl Charles Phantomhive." After speaking, the man observed the boy's expression, but unexpectedly he didn't see the expression he expected.

The lines on that fake fake face were cold and hard, and the tight lips looked very stubborn.

"Master?"

"Hey, Daemon..." The clenched fist was loosened, and the young man reached out to touch the man's neckline.The well-tailored deacon uniform fit perfectly, making the man look very capable. The buttons on the white neckline were fastened meticulously, as if any more tightening could successfully strangle him.The boy smiled and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, close to his ear.

"Do you think I care?"