The purple moon was hanging high, and the night was dark. Accompanied by the warm dance music, the dinner at Moonlight Castle gradually reached a climax.
After chatting with Ferzaha on the top floor for a while, Crozier did not forget the guests of a castle. He quickly walked down the long stairs with the black-haired monster and reintegrated into the many guests.
Crozier introduced many of the guests to Ferzaha and also introduced Ferzaha to them.
If the black-haired monster wants to, he can chat and laugh with anyone, and this time is no exception. Soon, he will "get it right at first sight" with the guests who were introduced to him. People who don't know it probably think they have known each other for a long time. old friend.
After chatting with the guests one by one, Crozier quickly brought him to the front of the two men.
The two male monsters were very short, probably only reaching the waists of Crozier and Ferzaha. One was extremely thin and the other was fat. They were probably of the same race. Except for the difference in fat and thinness, both monsters had a pair of large ones. Eyes, plus a very small mouth, their ears are large with long earlobes, and no fewer than seven earrings are worn on each ear.
Presumably to make themselves look taller, they all have long hair, and the hair is hard and hard, and it's blowing up in a state of afro, and it looks... kind of funny.
They still look weak.
However, Crozier's attitude towards them was no different from that of the previous guests. He stretched out his hand, and he shook hands with the squat monster among them.
"Mr. Nan, good evening."
"Good evening." The chubby monster known as Mr. Nan raised his head, then stretched out his hand and shook it with him. Different from his size, the chubby monster's hand was very large, with long knuckles, and each finger had a band on it. I have bought a lot of rings, and they are very heavy at first glance.
"This is the clan brother. I heard that I got an invitation from the owner of Moonlight Castle, and I want to come over and see it anyway." The fat monster quickly introduced the skinny monster beside him to the other party before others asked.
"His name is Snow."
A very nice and wonderful name, but it was placed on a thin, dry and wretched male monster.
"Mr. Xue, it's a pleasure to meet you." He reached out his hand, and Crozier expressed his friendliness to the other party with the same expression on his face.
"Nice to meet you." A pair of huge eyes stared straight at Crozier on his palm-sized face. After a long pause, the skinny monster stretched out his hand.
Like his clan brother, he also has quite a few rings on his fingers, and the number is even greater.
However, it is "street style" (← human readers can understand it as punk style).
"Mr. Nan, Mr. Xue, next to me is Mr. Jin Moffett Fairzaha, my friend and an art collector;
Moffett, this Mr. Nan is a real estate auctioneer. The house in Yuma City was taken from him. He also lives in Yuma City. Mr. Nan may be able to introduce Yuma to you in advance. city. "
Crozier specially called the black-haired monster by the middle name, one to express closeness, and the other to be polite. The first name can only be called by relatives and very close friends.
"Hahaha! That's what I meant when I came here this time, but I didn't know at that time that the future owner of the house would be Mr. Ferzaha, but Mr. Ferzaha didn't come in vain this time. This time, I came here. I also specially brought seasonal fruits from Yuma City…”
The chubby monster smiled heartily, and the originally extremely small mouth was completely split, and it turned out to be a huge bloody mouth that took up most of its face!
Although he looks a little scary, Nan is obviously a good businessman. He is very talkative. He is also very good at grasping the mind of the other party. Said that he can also surprise the other party with small surprises from time to time.
Taking into account the art lovers status of the two monsters, Crozier and Ferzaha, he focused on the collection room of the Yuma City house.
"There is a very large collection room there. Although the previous owner is not an art lover, he is an artist himself. For the works he created, he built a very good collection room!"
"I have seen a lot of news about Mr. Ferzaha in the newspapers as far away as Yuma City, tsk tsk! You are really a discerning collector. You must have a lot of collections at home, right? There will be more in the future. More, although the hotel is your own, it is also the best hotel in Coroda, I also stayed there for one night! I have to say that the pillows in your hotel are really comfortable!
Closer to home, although the hotel is good, it is not suitable for the placement of precious collections because of the people coming and going. The house in Yuma City is still very large, and the security there is also very good. "
Mr. Nan talked non-stop for a long time, and the topic suddenly changed: "The house that I spent so much money to buy contains antique artworks that are no less than the value of the house. I don't know Mr. Ferzaha. How about the security? I don’t know whether you are using private security or hired private security. Will you take them with you when you move? It is a long way from Koroda City to Yuma City, and transportation is also a problem. I was worried about these things, so I brought Xue. He started the security company. I didn’t brag about it. Xue’s security company is one of the best in Yuma City. To reveal a little bit, Yuma City’s largest underground fighting arena also has Xue. Quite a share, the best fighter Xue has the right of preference every year, and he has a lot of powerful monsters under his command."
After talking for a long time, now this is the real topic.
The black-haired monster kept listening, letting the fat monster on the opposite side speak, he just tilted his head slightly and listened with a smile on his face. The thin monster who was introduced also smiled slightly, noticing that the black-haired monster's eyes fell on A faint smile appeared on his face.
"I'm really struggling with how to transport those things.
Also... what a surprise, as you may not know, my hobby is actually watching fighting games more than antique art! "There was a hint of joy on his face, and the black-haired monster said with a smile.
"I really can't tell! You look so personable. Next week, there is a wonderful fighting match at my place. Would you like to come and watch?" The monster smiled.
"There's a hidden patio over there with a nice view, maybe we can go there and talk more."
Several monsters talked and laughed, took four glasses of new wine from the plate held by the waiter, and went to the hidden terrace suggested by Mr. Crozier to continue the detailed discussion.
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Any force attached to an object for a long time, it is difficult for them to be completely separated.
Like a light yellow tea stain on a teacup.
Like the last drop of milk in a bottle.
Hei Dan raised his head and exerted all his strength, he wanted to suck out the last drop of neinei.
This is really the last drop of milk.
The milk powder in the milk tank is completely empty. There is no milk powder in this world. Even if you can occasionally catch a lactating monster, it is not a black egg neinei.
When the light yellow powder in the milk tank is less and less, the black egg neinei will be more and more cherished.
He was never a wasteful little baby.
He raised his neck and sucked for a long time, but still could not suck, probably because his head was a little sore, Black Egg put the bottle upright, and a drop of milk slowly fell down the bottle wall.
Staring at the drop of milk accumulating to the bottom of the bottle again, Heidan reluctantly crawled towards the head of the bed with the bottle in his arms, leaning on the big pillow that his uncle put there, his little black body was slightly sunken inside, and his little feet were facing each other. Facing the other little foot, Heidan sat down with a shy belly, stretched out his little paws, and began to twist the bottle like his uncle did.
He wanted to unscrew the bottle to drink the last drop of milk, but his strength was a little too small, and his little paws weren't big enough.
After working hard for a long time, the bottle still remained motionless. At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in the air.
He has long nails, a layer of gray scales on the back of his hands, and in addition to that, there is fluff on it.
The hands that appeared out of thin air took the bottle in Black Egg's paws and twisted the nipple off for him.
Black Egg immediately picked up the bottle, raised his little chin high, and a drop of cold milk slowly slid into his little mouth.
The little monster licked his mouth contentedly.
"Ah!" Black Egg called out twice, and the claws disappeared from the air.
He was not surprised by those hands. Heidan rolled on the pillow with the bottle in his arms for a while, and soon landed on a hard object. The little monster turned over and found that it was the picture book his uncle used to tell stories to himself. , he regained his spirits. Climbing to the front of the picture book, he pretended to flip through the book page by page.
Although I don't know a single word, Heidan likes to look at those colorful paintings.
With his movements, the golden bracelet swayed gently on his small wrist.
Any force attached to an object for a long time, it is difficult for them to be completely separated.
As a kitchen knife made of the hilt of the sword of Colmars is particularly sharp;
Just like the bracelet of the black egg, there is actually a trace of the power of the devil still remaining.
The frugal black egg used that "force" to sew a frog doll for his uncle.
There is a little left, and he will occasionally turn it into grandpa's claws to open the bottle cap for himself, and occasionally, he will turn into his uncle's hand to pat himself to sleep.
But he is very shrewd. He only does this when his uncle and grandpa really can't make it. Most of the time, he still waits for grandpa and uncle to come to find him.
Just like just now, grandpa went to the toilet and temporarily put the black egg on the bed. The black egg was afraid that the precious neinei would die before grandpa came back (←killed), so he did it himself.
"Grandpa is here! Come!" Grandpa's voice came from outside the door. Then, a horned monster rushed in, and a pair of claws with sharp nails stretched out. Look closely, there are scales and claws on the claws. Long hair, the scales are not white, but gray, with sufficient nutrition, grandpa's scales began to change color.
"Uncle is not at home today, grandpa tell a story to the black egg!" Seeing the storybook spread out in front of the little monster, the horned monster hugged the little monster in his arms, leaned on the pillow, and used his two big claws. Grab the storybook, and…
Confused.
Karas is not a smart monster in the first place. Grandpa's otherworldly language is progressing well in "listening and listening". After all, it is a monster~ Languages have something in common, but "reading and writing" is completely useless!
Until now, I know four more words than Heidan: the names of grandsons and great-grandsons!
Looking at his great-grandson who was looking forward to hooking his eyes with white rings, the horned monster glanced at the words on the storybook with dizziness.
Then decisively-
Started making up.
"Once upon a time, there was a Callas, no father, no mother, no cubs, and life was boundless and boundless! He likes to catch mice the most..."
As a result, the fairy tale of the monsters that fooled Xiaohua and Xiaohei once again reappeared!
Heidan doesn't mind either, as long as someone talks to him, he is happy. The white eyes are focused on the storybook in Grandpa's paws. .
It's really fun!
He entrusted the black egg to grandpa's care, but Jihuan is now with the little gray devil.
After a period of preparation time, when the little gray devil said that he wanted to go to the market to find a job, he also followed.