Volu 5, The Angel Falls Chapter Three: An Angel’s Appearance; A Reaper’s Reputation
Translator: clrfction (proofread by EvlNabiki; C/E edited by lucathia)
As expected, Ah Ye is a great model. He’s a little too good even, and the work just never stops!
lody, I’m begging you, stop accepting more work! Ah Ye only needs to sleep two hours every day, but if I work for twenty two hours every day, I’ll be in a coffin after five days!
Yet lody pouted and complained, “That idiot Charles isn’t waking up, and the young master becos sad as soon as he has spare ti, so I can only keep accepting work!”
Sigh… Will Charles really wake up again?
“He will!” lody said offhandedly, “He’s a pureborn vampire. Those are harder to kill than cockroaches!”
M-lody, you’re a vampire too. Is it okay to describe them that way?
“I beca a vampire. That’s completely different from being born as one!”
But I think you, the turned vampire, act more like a vampire than the one born as a vampire, whether in work or in race.
“What did you say?”
No, nothing.
Today was a busy day. The young master was busy with his schedule. He had to spend the whole day shooting in the studio and had to go to another studio in the evening to film for a talk show.
Everyone breathed out a sigh of relief at this. After all, Dark Sun had done sothing shocking just the day before: he had attacked the other three heroes. That would definitely be today’s headline. Fortunately, the young master did not have ti to watch the news at all, as he ate breakfast and hurried to Ji Luo Chu’s studio imdiately after finishing.
Afterwards, I paid special attention to the news. There were indeed special reports, but luckily, the conditions at the scene allowed people to guess the fake police officer’s abilities, so there was not too much criticism against Dark Sun. Rather, most were speculating about the fake police’s identity and the SCIP organization.
Then, the young master’s new advertisent ca along to beco the new hot topic, and last night’s incident beca “old news.” Even though it was still reported, it was no longer the headline.
Seems like I no longer have to stress over this. Right now, the young master is not ho, so I can clean the apartnt thoroughly.
I had not been present for an entire year, and the current ssy state of the apartnt made feel like I had not done my job well. If I did not clean up quickly, I could not dare to call myself a butler.
When I returned ho, only Aren was there. He sat at the desk in the living room, which was covered with books, and the computer in front of him displayed many websites, like he was doing research. However, he stood up as soon as he saw and walked over to take the cart from , and then a few more bags… There was so much food that the shopping cart could not hold it all.
At last, only a bouquet of flowers remained in my hands. It was a bunch of frangipani, also known as red-jasmine, and was used for decoration. My load was so light that I felt guilty, but Aren seed to hold those things effortlessly, so I did not insist on taking so bags back.
I walked to the desk and saw that the books were all related to photography. “You are reading books on photography? Do you want to beco a photographer, like Ji Luo Chu?”
Aren nodded abashedly and said, “I often help Luo Chu-gē at the studio to learn, but they’re going all out today with the photoshoot, and when Luo Chu-gē gets serious about photoshoots, he doesn’t let anyone touch his sets and cara. There isn’t much I can help with, so I stayed ho to read instead.”
So that is the case. I nodded and walked into the kitchen with Aren. As he was helping take bags out of the cart, he asked suddenly, “Is it weird for to learn photography?”
I was just picking up a bag of fish and slowed down when I heard the question. I asked with so surprise, “Why would it be weird?”
Aren hesitated, then muttered, “I’m a combat major and kinda klutzy, but I want to study photography… Shouldn’t photography be more for people like Luo Chu-gē?”
I smiled lightly and said, “Or you could say, why would a bloodsucking vampire want to be a butler for humans?”
Aren froze and then laughed.
Seeing that he had overco the issue, I said, “You should go read now. Cleaning is the duty of a butler.”
Hearing this, Aren wavered, but after taking a look at all the plastic bags on the ground, his expression showed that he had no idea where to start. He scratched his head and said, “Then I’ll go read,” and left the kitchen.
I cleaned and chopped the food I had bought and stored them accordingly in the refrigerator and freezer. The refrigerator was absolutely packed to the brim, and I had to push a little harder to close the door.
After taking care of the groceries, I walked into the living room with a mop, so towels, a bucket, and various cleaning tools of all sorts.
Aren looked up and asked, “Are you going to clean? Do you need help?”
“Let make a call for a delivery first.”
“Oh, we’re having takeout for lunch?” Aren sounded a little disappointed.
The call connected, so I only smiled at him as I said into the phone, “Please deliver a double-door refrigerator, two dium ovens, and a dium-sized microwave.”
“…You can order those for delivery?” Aren asked, stunned.
Hanging up the phone, I waved the phone in my hand sowhat jokingly and said, “With this phone, even a plane can be ordered for delivery.”
Aren scratched his head and mumbled, “There wouldn’t be room for it…”
I smiled, then put on an apron and mask to begin cleaning. This was the most unacceptable room, because there was actually a strange sll in the air. I had noticed as soon as I entered the apartnt, but it seed like everyone else has beco acclimated to the sll, since no one ntioned any strange slls.
Even though the living room did not look too dirty on the surface, there was probably lots of hidden gri. I would have to take it slowly. First was behind the TV shelf… Why are there three pairs of underwear behind the TV shelf?
I fetched the underwear pair by pair, unable to comprehend it at all. If it were only one pair, I could still understand it. Perhaps it was a bout of carelessness. But three pairs?
I could not decide. Should I toss these or wash them? They still seem to be wearable, but whose underwear is this?
“I knew it!” Aren said angrily, “Dell-gē doesn’t like to wash his underwear, so he stuffs his dirty underwear in every nook and cranny!”
Even though I would rather not describe the sll coming from these three pairs of underwear, they do not seem to be the source of the strange sll. I continued to clean after tossing the underwear into the laundry bin. As I moved the sofa, out from underneath it ca rolling several slly… at buns?
Or it could be so kind of round fruit. Round and covered with varying degrees of white-green fuzz, it was quite difficult to discern what they originally were.
“Sorry, Charles-gē…” Aren apologized ashadly.
“It is no problem. You do not need to be so unnerved.” I laughed and specifically said to comfort him, “I have cleaned much dirtier things for past work!”
Aren stared at the green ball of fuzz and said with a frown, “Nothing could be scarier than this.”
“Actually, there is plenty,” I began to list examples, “like garbage bags infested with five to six rats or pork with maggots grown all over. I have even found a few rotten bodies while cleaning.” There were so that were really too disgusting, so I decided to not tell Aren, or else he might not be able to stomach his lunch later.
“…” Aren was silent for a mont and then said with an admiring tone, “It takes a lot to be a butler!”
I smiled and said, “I will cook lunch at noon. Does ran with pork and waka sound good?”
Aren’s eyes lit up as he nodded vigorously.
Even though the place was a ss, and I would need quite a while to clean it, I was in an unexpectedly good mood. Everyone really likes the food I cook, and this ho really needs a butler, or else who knows how dirty this place would beco in a few days. Is there anything that could put a butler in a better mood?
Perhaps a young man who can eat ten bowls of ran in a row can do that.
Watching Aren eat during lunch, I almost thought I had cooked a rare delicacy, rather than ran with pork and seaweed.
“Am I eating too much?” Aren put down his bowl and chopsticks halfway through and asked embarrassedly.
“Not at all. Please eat to your heart’s content. If it is not enough, I can make more.” I said with a chuckle, “I feel like a chef, watching you eat.”
“Charles-gē is so much better than those chefs.” Aren said, shaking his head, “We couldn’t stand those chefs’ cooking for more than two days. They can’t hold a candle to your cooking.”
“Homade als are more difficult to beco sick of.” I answered Aren as I set down desserts, which consisted of a wagashi plate and iced honey tea. Even though Aren had not said he was full, I was still concerned that he had probably gotten full from the noodles already. He might feel uncomfortable if he forced dessert down too.
Aren’s eyes lit up, and he imdiately picked up a wagashi to eat as he said with a laugh, “I am so going to tell Ah Ye about what I had for lunch. He’s going to be so jealous! Oh yeah, and Dell. His fault for begging to be Ah Ye’s bodyguard today, since he heard that a female celebrity was going to show up. Idiot!”
Hearing this, I smiled and said, “I am going to deliver so desserts to the top of the building. If you want another drink, there is milk tea and soda in the refrigerator, or you can wait for to co back down. There is also more wagashi!”
Aren’s mouth was stuffed with wagashi, so he could not talk at all. He nodded vigorously.
I went upstairs with a plate of wagashi and a pot of tea. The top floor did not look much different from before. Bramble and May sat in front of a bunch of apparatus and scrutinized the tens of monitors before them. There were empty pork ran bowls in front of them.
I moved the empty bowls aside, set the wagashi and tea down, and then asked casually, “Has nothing happened?”
May nodded and said, “There were a few incidents, but they were small cases, so we inford the police through the police alert network and let them take care of them.”
“Police alert network?” I was surprised.
“We use these phones the young master gave us,” May said as he picked up a silver phone, “and contact the police. Not only does it disguise our voices automatically, it’s untraceable. Very convenient.”
Bramble took a sip of tea and said, “If the heroes have to do everything, then young master can give up being a celebrity, and all the police can resign, since they wouldn’t be needed.”
“I see.” I thought this was a good setup. Let the police do what they can, and the heroes will take care of the criminals beyond their power. This way, the police can minimize casualties, and heroes would not need to overexert themselves. I suppose it is good for both sides.
May continued to talk as he reached for more wagashi, “Yue Gang called to explain about last night. He said the higher ups are being secretive, so his people don’t know what the deal is with that escapee either. We only know that he snuck out of the psychiatric hospital called P29, and is a ntally ill convict sentenced to lifelong imprisonnt.”
Hearing the term P29, I said, “Poseidynne said P29 seems to be a little suspicious. It might be more than a psychiatric hospital.”
“P29…” May worded his sentence carefully, “We looked more into it and ended up learning that P29 is affiliated with the Sun Alliance. The connection is hidden deeply, and if we weren’t the young master’s bodyguards, we would probably only find that P29 is a federal psychiatric hospital that imprisons patients with heavy sentences.”
Affiliated with the Sun Alliance? Could this pyschiatric hospital that has imprisoned non-humans be the master’s?
“We shouldn’t ss with matters related to the Sun Emperor.” Bramble said earnestly, “Granted, the young master has our backs, but if the young master gets mad at the Sun Emperor for us, we wouldn’t be far from visiting Head Secretary Kyle with our heads in our hands.”
May agreed lightly, “So it’s a good thing nothing happened to the young master. As for Solitary Butterfly taking the escapee, P29 will send their own people to take care of it. I just hope Solitary Butterfly will understand the situation.”
Hearing this, I did not know how to respond, so I could only finish a butler’s job. I picked up the plates and bowls, then asked, “Is there anything else I can get you?”
May shook his head, and Bramble replied, “No.” I was just walking downstairs with my tray when my phone rang. I picked up imdiately. “Charles speaking.”
The young master’s voice ca through the phone. “Charles, the show’s host wants to see my diploma and old clothes. Can you bring them?”
“Of course. May I ask where you keep your diploma?”
My face felt warm as I asked this. As a butler, I actually had to ask my master where sothing was located. If sothing like this happened with an Elysees butler, they would definitely be sent back ho for ten more years of training!
Even though I had a reason, my honorable father had always said: not serving the master well is a loss of professionalism, and a butler’s loss of professionalism is a loss of professionalism. No excuses.
“It’s in the second drawer of the shelf in my room. Bring it to the skyscraper next to Evening Sun Plaza. There’s a large satellite on top of the building. Fiftieth floor!”
“Yes, Young Master. I shall set off imdiately.”
Raising my head to look at the top of the building, I saw a huge satellite. This should be the place the young master ant.
“Hey hottie, look here!” A few giggling girls called out to .
I lowered my head and smiled at the girls, but was t with several flashes. They took pictures of … they will probably be shocked when they see the pictures?
I felt rather apologetic, because I had changed into clothes from X-Killer, misleading them into thinking I was a human.
Even though non-humans wander the streets casually nowadays, I would still think that vampire butlers were rather uncommon. To avoid unnecessary trouble for the young master, it was better to disguise myself as a human. I just did not expect people to take pictures of .
Four girls walked toward . They looked about twenty years old. The girl in the lead wore a see-through dress and underwear that resembled a bikini. I kept my gaze locked on her face. Her face was actually quite pretty, but it was frad by color-changing, glowing hair, which glowed red, then purple.
The glowing hair was actually adjusted to a reasonable level, so her face had a devilish kind of prettiness under the purple and red glow. However, I still thought the light was unnecessary… Perhaps I am too conservative? I thought so because the other three girls also had glowing strands of hair. It is probably the latest trend.
She said with a smile, “Hey there hottie, wanna hang out with us?”
“I am sorry. I have matters to take care of. I am afraid I must refuse your offer.”
The girl glared and seed to be a little upset as she said, “You talk weird. Do you have to speak like that just because you don’t want to go?”
Do I speak weirdly? Even after reviewing what I had said thrice, I still could not understand what was weird, so I could only say even more politely, “My most sincere apologies. I must leave now.”
As soon as I finished, the girl unexpectedly huffed, “Fine,” and returned to the other girls, annoyed. The other three girls also glared at . I could only smile apologetically, then turn to enter the building.
I realized that the building was regulated strictly only after walking in. The doors were guarded by security personnel and scanners. Seems like I cannot go straight to the fiftieth floor. I had no choice but to go up to the front desk and greet the receptionist, “Hello, I would like to go to the fiftieth floor.”
“Do you have a reservation?” The receptionist eyed up and down and asked confidently, “Here for an interview? Model or singer?”
I replied hurriedly, “No, I need to deliver sothing to the fiftieth floor.”
“Delivery?” The receptionist lady paused, then continued suddenly, “You said fiftieth floor? What do you need to bring? You can’t be a take-out delivery boy. You don’t even look like one!”
Just as I was about to reply, the lady leaned forward and asked quietly, “Are you here to bring sothing for the Angel?”
Even though she was quiet, the other receptionists had obviously heard. They all paused what they were doing and looked over at us.
There did not seem to be any need to keep it hidden, so I answered truthfully, “Yes.”
The receptionist let out a little scream and fired a string of questions, “You’re his brother, aren’t you? The one who shares the sa mother but different father as him?”
I froze. Brother of the sa mother but different father? Ah… could the cover about the large family still be intact? That must be the case, or else Yue Gang would have asked about why I had lied when I saw him earlier.
But why the sa mother but different father? Is having the sa father not usually more common? Could it be because the young master and I have different last nas? Yet there are quite a few people who take up their mothers’ maiden na, so such a setup is quite unnecessary. It would actually cause another kind of trouble…
Gathering my thoughts, I saw that the receptionist was still waiting for my answer, wide-eyed. I smiled sheepishly on purpose and admitted, “Indeed.”
The receptionist gave an “I-knew-it” look as she looked over again and said, “Very handso too. As expected of the Angel’s brother!”
The Angel’s brother is a vampire. That sounds all kinds of ironic.
I reminded her, “I really must go upstairs.”
“Oh, right! I’ll lead the way!”
Even though I wanted to say that that would be too much trouble, judging from this receptionist’s level of enthusiasm and the regretful look on the other receptionists’ faces, this seed to be more of a rare opportunity than trouble.
With the receptionist lady’s lead, even the security check was bypassed. I suppose this building’s security was not as tight as I had thought after all.
The two of us entered the elevator. It was clear, so one could see the scenery outside below their feet. It would probably be nice at night, but it was afternoon right now, and thanks to the sunlight, I felt like I was in a desert, especially because my clothes did not provide enough coverage and left large areas of skin exposed. The direct sunlight shining on my skin made feel like I was being plastered on a hot grill. I could only shrink into the corner as much as possible to avoid being shined on.
The receptionist lady asked curiously, “What’s the Angel like at ho? He seems so neat and tidy. Is he actually a slob at ho?”
“No, Ah Ye has never been ssy.” He is simply not skilled at cleaning either.
“Then is he nice?” The receptionist lady asked suspiciously, “He’s always smiling like an angel. Is he like that at ho, too?”
I nodded and said, “He smiles often at ho too, and he rarely loses his temper.” Only Master often does things that made the young master angry.
“Oh oh! I heard the Angel…” even though there was no one else in the elevator, the receptionist lady suddenly lowered her voice as she said, “graduated as a combat major? Nobody believed him when he said so! But I believed him as soon as the newest jeans advertisent ca out. He has a great body! Does he work out?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “He runs for two hours every morning.”
“Wow! There’s definitely sothing to see!” The receptionist lady was excited and disappointed at the sa ti. “I really want to see! Why doesn’t the photographer take pictures from the front? Do they an to leave us hanging? How cruel!”
Ji Luo Chu is nearly as unjustly accused as a convict without a trial.
At that ti, the elevator doors opened, and about thirty people appeared before us, as well as several large caras. All the caras pointed at the sa set, which looked very futuristic. There were several comfortable sofas and a tea table in front of the set. The young master sat on one of the sofas.
Soone noticed us and walked over to ask, “What did you co for?”
I explained imdiately, “I have brought sothing for An Xiang Ye.”
At that mont, the young master called loudly, “Gē,” ran to my side, and said nervously in a low voice, “Charles, I forgot to tell you, we’re brothers now!”
“Young Master, I have realized.”
A few people walked over as I answered the young master softly. One of them, a middle-aged man with gray hair, asked interestedly, “Is this your brother of the sa mother?”
I switched back to a normal volu and said to the young master, “Ah Ye, you got it wrong again! We are brothers by the sa father, not mother!”
The young master froze for a mont but did not refute what I had said. Then, he stuck his tongue out mischievously and said, “Oh, right! Sa difference!”
Fortunately, they did not seem to want to ask more about this topic, but they did look at up and down. That made a little uncomfortable, so I handed the bag in my hands to the young master and said, “Here are your clothes and diploma.”
The young master nodded. He pulled out his diploma and turned to show the gray-haired, middle-aged man. He only took a glance before saying, “You really graduated as a combat major?”
The young master replied with a bright smile, “I told you! I’m very strong, you know.”
He really is very strong, even though most people who see the young master say this while smiling do not take him seriously. It is like seeing a ten year old raise his fist at an adult while saying, “I can beat you!” Most smile but do not believe, just like the man right now.
“Your brother looks good,” the gray-haired, middle-aged man looked at like one would look at at in a market, and I suddenly had a bad premonition… As expected, he decided with a clap, “Let him co take a few pictures with you!”
I politely declined at once, “I am sorry. I am not accustod to being on cara.”
“Hey,” the man would not give up and said, “we’ll just be chatting. Let’s all talk together. No need to be nervous!”
A light flashed suddenly, and I realized that the light was probably from the flash of taking a photograph… No, oh no!
“Taking pictures is pointless!” The young master suddenly said, laughing, “My brother is a vampire, so he can’t be fild or taken pictures of.”
Everyone fell silent. They could not wrap their minds around this, so they all just stared at . The young master told everyone just like that? I did not know what to do.
The gray-haired, middle-aged man, aghast, asked the young master, “Are, are you a vampire too?”
The young master shook his head as he answered, “I’m not.”
“Your brother is a vampire, but you’re not?” The man blurted out, but he corrected himself quickly, “Well, even if your brother is a vampire, you wouldn’t be one as long as he doesn’t bite you.”
Even if I bit the young master, he would not beco a vampire. The “First Kiss” process required to turn other beings into vampires is not so simple.
“Charles!”
I froze, then turned and saw lody walking our way. She wore a white dress shirt, a black skirt, and a pair of maroon high-heeled sandals, looking businesslike while radiant.
Upon seeing lody, the people around us relaxed noticeably. The gray-haired, middle-aged man said to the young master as he shook his head, “You are so full of surprises. It’s one thing that your manager is a vampire, but your brother is also one? Aren’t you afraid of them biting you?”
The young master replied with a laugh, “Nope, I’m very powerful!”
I had no words. Did everyone know that lody is a vampire already? No wonder all they did was freeze in shock when they learned that I am a vampire. There was not even a single person who scread in fear.
“I expect the reporters to be excited enough to bring out fireworks,” the gray-haired, middle-aged man said with a laugh. “They repeatedly begged to find so gossip about you. They want news about you so badly that soone might give their life up for it!”
lody chid in quickly, “It’s not easy to find gossip about our little young master! He lives as purely as an angel!”
True, as long as we do not count the whole hero thing—angels probably do not run around chasing criminals with a scythe. That sounds more like a grim reaper.
The gray-haired, middle-aged man shook his head as he said, “If all celebrities lived like your little young master, all reporters would have to hang themselves. It might be good to even make so news deliberately. You do have to give them sothing to go on, you know?”
“Haha!” lody winked and said coyly, “Director Xiao~~~ You know that I’m just the manager. It all depends on whether the little young master would want to fake the news!”
The young master shook his head resolutely at once, and no one seed to be surprised. I suppose this is not the first ti the young master has refused.
Director Xiao sighed and said, “Well, we can’t do anything if your brother can’t show up on film. Co on, let’s finish shooting for the show!” He sounded very disappointed.
The young master nodded and said to , “Gē, just wait for to finish shooting! Then, we can go to X-Killer to buy so clothes. I’m going to buy you twenty outfits this ti!”
I smiled and almost said, “Thank you, young master,” but caught myself in ti and instead said, “All right. I will wait for you.”
Hearing that, the young master went back to work happily. They went back into the set, where Director Xiao and a female show host sat on a two-seat sofa, while the young master sat alone in an armchair.
As the microphones were turned on, the gray-haired, middle-aged man took the clothes I brought out of the bag. Spreading them out, he exclaid along with the female show host, “Wow, your old clothes are seriously out of date! This is simply too incredible! Which antique store did you dig these clothes out from?”
The young master smiled shyly and said, “I wasn’t very good at buying clothes back then. Actually, I’m still not that good at it, but the shop owner of X-Killer coordinates my outfits when I shop there.”
“Speaking of that, you really are X-Killer’s best model. Ever since you began to endorse the brand, it has beco so popular that people need to place orders in advance…”
lody ca to stand by , so I asked her worriedly, “Is it okay to announce that I am a vampire just like that?”
“They’d figure it out sooner or later anyway even if we don’t admit it. Didn’t you hear how much those reporters want to get news about the young master?” lody eyed and said, “The young master is a celebrity known by everyone in Sunset City. So many caras surround him all the ti. Did you really think none of them would catch us? Impossible!”
So that is the case. I nodded in agreent and was suddenly grateful that non-humans were no longer a secret. Now this will only appear in the entertainnt news, not as the headlines of general news.
“Butler, the young master just told that he wants to have fun at a club after we finish shopping for clothes!” lody sounded confused, but also very happy and excited.
I paused and replied confusedly, “Club? Why would the young master want to go to such a place?”
No, I should ask, “Why would the young master want to go ‘have fun’?”
“I don’t know either,” lody was also confused. “Today, he suddenly asked what’s fun around here, so I told him clubs are pretty fun. Then, he told he wants to go to a club to have fun.”
This is not a lingering effect from the case of attacking the other heroes, is it? I was a little worried, so I shared this worry with lody.
However, lody thought about it briefly and said, “But the young master hasn’t been acting weirdly about anything else? It’s just a club anyway, and we’ll be with him, so nothing big can happen! Besides, the young master really needs to create so news to beco more famous! With the news of having two vampires by his side, plus his going to a club… haha! The young master’s fa will explode!”
lody seems to have gotten addicted to being a manager? I tried to convince her subtly, “Perhaps the young master does not need to be too famous, or else he would not have enough energy left to be a hero too. He had previously accepted large amounts of work to distract himself, so now he might not…”
“What are you talking about?” lody interrupted suddenly and said indignantly, “The young master has so much potential as a model, so of course he should be famous! Should he be a naless model instead?”
I quickly said, “I did not an that. Of course the young master is great as a model. But do models need to go on shows or create news?”
“Of course! He’d lose popularity if there isn’t any news about him, so we have to work hard to create hype! Then, the young master can keep being a model. I’m working very hard as a manager…”
Is lody not trying too hard to argue? Usually, even if she does not agree with , she arrogantly leaves a few sentences as explanation, and does not care whether I really understand or not. Yet she is trying so hard to explain today?
I looked at lody suspiciously. She looked up and down uncomfortably, but after a full ten minutes under my consistently disbelieving stare, she added guiltily, “The young master lets take ten percent of his earnings as overti pay for additionally being his manager.”
So that is the case.
“I don’t care. I need more money to buy clothes! I earn more if the young master is more famous!” lody claid, refusing to back down.
I sighed. Ignoring the problem of how famous the young master should be, I need to take care of the problem right in front of ! I asked, worried, “Are we really going to take the young master to a club?”
lody said imdiately, “Yes, of course! Don’t you rember you promised that you’d go to a club with ?”
There… might have been sothing like that.
“Hugging the young master to my left and embracing Luo Chu to my right, with the butler opening the way in front of … Oh ho ho ho! I will definitely be the queen of the club tonight!” She said excitedly, then turned to warn suddenly, “Butler, you’d better dress up properly for ! You look fine right now… I’m warning you, don’t you dare pick less revealing clothes at X-Killer later.”
But the whole point of buying new clothes is to buy less revealing clothes.
lody did not want to hear any excuses as she muttered to herself, “It’s useless to tell you that! I need to rember to tell Olga to find revealing clothes for you. And tight pants. To showcase that bubble butt!”
“…”
The show seed to be going well, and they finished after only two hours or so. After finishing, the young master talked to Director Xiao for a bit, then walked toward us, but was surrounded by the staff before he could make out half a sentence. Many staff mbers held pictures of the young master and also had pens. They probably wanted autographs.
The young master did not refuse anyone and signed all of them before waving goodbye. “Thanks for today, everyone! Bye bye!”
The staff all bid the young master farewell as well.
The young master turned and cried excitedly, “All right! Let’s go to X-Killer to buy clothes!”
Can I go shop sowhere else?
“You have to go with us!” lody whispered to quickly. “You see, the young master is really famous now, so there will definitely be people taking pictures of him at the club, and those pictures will probably make headlines the next day! Think about it. If the master sees pictures of the young master wearing clothes that don’t even fully cover his butt… we’re all dead!”
You want to show it all off, but are worried about the young master revealing too much?
lody said, annoyed, “If the young master shows too much, the master will kill vampires. If you show too much… What, Sadina will crawl out of her coffin to kill ?”
I faltered upon hearing Sadina’s na and could only give a wry smile in return.
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