The screams rang up and down, but not even a syllable penetrated the door of the training room.
five minutes later…
Lyle dragged his heavy body up the stairs, squatted silently at the door of Asa's room, rubbed his chest, and took a small breath of cold air.
"Oh God of Darkness, it's just a contract, why does it hurt so much?" Lyle carefully lifted the hem of his clothes, and sighed intoxicated, "Oh! Idol's signature...! Hmm-?"
Lyle carefully put his ear on the white painted door, listening to the movement inside.
"My lord, are you watching TV?" Lyle cautiously turned the doorknob and looked inside.
Asa sat on the bed with his legs crossed, and replied without turning his head, "Well, what's the matter?"
Lyle rubbed his nose and asked in a low voice, "Given my ardent admiration for you, may I ask about your dining preferences?"
Asa dragged his chin and turned his head to look at Lyle, and tried his best to recall the blood in his mouth, "I don't have any special preferences, but the blood of Mr. Steward is very good."
- Squeak, snap!
Lyle squatted on the ground without holding on to the door, and fell flat on his face. He lay on the ground and hummed that Asa couldn't understand, "Oh great dark god, what does the blood of the Shining Messenger taste like?! It must be very sour !"
Asa narrowed his eyes and looked at Lyle on the ground for a few times, then turned his attention to the TV, and said lightly, "It's like old wine, which makes people aftertaste."
"I can't describe my mood in words anymore." Lyle got up from the ground with a tired face, and muttered softly, "Oh, where should I find blood like wine."
"How long is the childhood of an ordinary blood race?" Asa asked, looking directly at the person walking towards him.
Lyle wiped his nostrils with his sleeve, and replied without thinking, "My lord's infancy should not be too long. In fact, those prince-level purebloods with golden pupils in the blood race world don't even have infancy." Lyle wiped his nose. Dun, he threw himself on the bed with an adoring look on his face: "My lord, Lord Cain has been missing for many years! Where did you meet him! Can you share with me his personality and hobbies?"
Asa was taken aback, puzzled: "Cain? Why do I need to run into him?"
Lyle put on an expression that was almost fainting, and shouted exaggeratedly, "Oh Lord Satan, didn't you meet him? That's your father! Look at your golden pupils when you are angry, they are the most beautiful I have ever seen pupils."
"You say I'm a generation of pure blood?" Asa was taken aback, his brows were knotted together: "I woke up from a cemetery in a small town near London, and I don't even have any memory of before I woke up."
Lyle straightened up with a serious face, stroked his chin and analyzed, "...Could it be that Lord Cain has a hobby of biting dead bodies? But didn't he swear not to bite people for the sake of the power balance of the blood clan?"
Asa raised his eyebrows and added with a chuckle, "Obviously, he broke his promise."
Lyle didn't speak, but his mind was filled with the scene of the great Lord Cain digging through the dirt in the cemetery just to bite a dead body, "...hehehehe."
Asa glanced at him, then turned back to continue watching TV. The foam drama in the evening was very boring, but Asa continued to watch patiently. He wanted to learn about the outside world as soon as possible.
Lyle followed Asa's line of sight and saw the huge TV, "Oh! What time is it?" He turned around to find the clock in the room, "God! It's four o'clock in the morning! 'I am a magician' The program playback is about to start, this is the program I am most looking forward to after the evening shift! Hurry up, give me the remote control!" Lyle took the remote control from Asa's hand, and changed the channel with a 'beep beep beep' —
"Hello everyone, we meet you again on the show 'I'm a Magician'. What kind of wonderful performance will the lovely Berg bring us today?..." The host held a furry microphone and stood In front of a stage, her background is a packed auditorium.
"Berg?" Asa tightly grasped the quilt cover with his fingers, leaned forward slightly, and stared at the TV screen.
This name, he is very familiar! When he wakes up and everything is unfamiliar, this strange sense of familiarity seems very abrupt.
Lyle didn't notice the strangeness of Asa, and sat on the sofa with his eyes still shining, and kept muttering, "Berg entered the magic world five years ago, and he is Master Hagrid's closed disciple. Oh, look He came out, eh? What's wrong with you?"
Lyle turned his head to see Asa leaning forward, his fingers firmly grasping the soft quilt, his golden pupils stared at the TV screen, full of helpless hatred.
"Hey, my lord, are you alright?!" Lyle threw away the remote control, ran to the bedside and grabbed Asa's hand: "Oh! Don't hold on so tight, my lord. The silk quilt is very expensive. You need to make such a set. How much is it?!!!"
Asa, however, didn't seem to have heard Lyle's words. He stared at the tall young man on the screen who was bowing to the audience. His eyes were bloodshot because they were too wide open. Hate! A mass of hatred that could not find its source swept through his nerves.
He has no memory, and there is nowhere to trace the source of these hatreds, but he clearly feels a hatred emanating from the depths of his soul.
Almost subconsciously, Asa felt that this man had something to do with his past.
But what relationship can make his soul tremble with hatred in the case of amnesia? !
Does that mean that we can start investigating his past from this person? !
Asa's memory was blank, and he was unwilling to give up any relevant clues, even if it was an enemy or something else.
He felt like a man who fell into a black lake, clinging to the only driftwood that passed by.
"Oh! Don't pretend you didn't hear! This will cost me a month's wages! My Satan King! It was scratched by you!" Lyle pulled Asa's hand hard with one hand, and the other Covering his head with his hands, he looked like he was about to faint.
"What are you doing?" Samuel's voice came from behind Lyle in a low voice, so frightened that Lyle threw away what he was holding, um, the silkworm was...
"Oh, Temple... Steward, I'm trying to persuade Lord Asa to put down that poor quilt, look, he..." Lyle squinted his eyes and raised his hands, speaking in a tone as if he was performing an opera.
"I don't care what you want to do, I just know that your dirty hands haven't been washed since I saw you." Samael walked in step by step, and Lyall, who was approaching, backed away repeatedly.
"Yes, there is nothing wrong with that." Lyle's eyes dodged, and he smiled dryly, "Ah! In fact, my hand was soaked in holy water..."
"Where is this man?" Asa's voice suddenly sounded from behind the two, and the boy's unique cold voice was suppressed very low by him, "Why did he hide things in his collar?"
Samuel paused as he approached, followed Asa's gaze towards the TV screen, raised his left eyebrow when he saw Berg inside, and replied softly, "This TV station specializes in broadcasting large-scale foreign programs. I think he was performing magic tricks."
Lyle turned around abruptly, watching Berg on TV with a huge bouquet of flowers out of his arms, "Oh God of Darkness, how did your lord know that the flowers were hidden in his collar? Then you know his How did the long sword swallow the stomach?"
"There is a telescoping button on the hilt." Asa blurted out his answer without even thinking about it. After speaking, he even froze. How did he know? How can a person who has lost his memory know the tricks of a magician
Claire grabbed his collar and let out a long cry, "Oh~~~My dark god, you must have been a magician before, my lord. In fact, I have always wanted to befriend a magician, so that I can ask you anytime. He asked some questions about magic tricks."
Samuel stood quietly by the bed, frowning as he looked at Lyle's body that was almost glued to Asa's body, his expression gradually turned cold, and the gentle smile on his face gradually faded away.
His lips moved slightly, "God of darkness, I am your faithful citizen #￥@#%..."
"Ouch!" Lyle put away his exuberant expression, and rolled over on Asa's knee with exaggerated pain on his face, "Ouch... ah! Ouch, why does it hurt even more? !"
Lyle lifted the corner of his clothes and rubbed them in. Asa only saw a blood-red S printed on his chest, and the other letters were blocked by the clothes.
Seeing Lyle rolling on the bed, Asa squinted and reminded: "Although your complexion is good, I still want to say that you have crushed my leg. Please go roll on the floor to be cute, dog Lyle."
After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the pained expression on the other side's wringing together, he bent his knees and kicked the soles of his feet upwards hard.
"Yang palm, pop..."
"Ah, ah, ah..." Lyle stopped covering his chest this time, and rolled around Samuel's legs with his whole body curled up like a shrimp.
Samuel stood next to Asa elegantly, pursing his lips, "Master, do you need a quiet environment? If so, I can clear this person out."
Asa looked up at Samuel and asked directly, "Master Steward hasn't said which city this person is in yet."
Lyle stretched out a trembling hand to grab the edge of the bed, and said in a trembling voice, "Las Vegas, Berg has been living in Las Vegas."
"Is it a gambling city?" Asa frowned and murmured.
Lyle paused as he pretended to be rolling, stood up and asked in a daze, "My lord actually knows its other name, oh, are you sure you didn't crawl out of the cemetery in Las Vegas?"
Asa frowned and didn't answer his question. The city name of Las Vegas was like a heavy stone, and the feeling of depression and loss hit his nerves.
I seem to have something missing there...
Las Vegas
"When I grow up, I'm going there." Looking up at Samael's pure golden pupils, Asa's tone was very serious, and the determination in his eyes was ready to come out.
Samuel didn't even move his eyebrows, bowed gracefully and said, "Good master."
"I don't want the butler to follow." Asa narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice.
Samael spoke at a steady pace, as if he had already prepared a draft, "I am not worried about the food hygiene of the master. Those human beings who believe in God pray the most devout prayers during the day, and indulge in the dark night at night." Joy, the blood in the veins is stained with the virus of sin—"
"Please get straight to the point!" Asa wrinkled, and was severely threatened in his heart.
Samuel smiled more gently, and directly stated his purpose, "I hope that Lyle will follow you and let him be responsible for your food hygiene."
Asa frowned and looked at the decent smile on Samuel's face, then at Lyle who was looking at him eagerly, lost in thought.
In fact, it is not wise for him to ask to travel alone.
First of all, he is not familiar with the outside world, and it can even be said that he knows nothing about it. Second, the blood seems to carry a lot of viruses. If any life-experienced Lyle follows along…
"Yes, I agree." Asa nodded and agreed.
The arc of Samuel's mouth widened a bit, and he said modestly, "Yes, my master."
"Why did you agree so quickly?" Asa frowned vigilantly, leaning back and looking directly at the butler.
"What do you think?" Samuel's expression remained unchanged, he stood upright and looked down at the two people below, the corners of his mouth curled up more and more.
Asa said that it was the first time the butler smiled so... joyfully.
The dog Lyle, whose ownership was judged by a few words, shook his body. This smile is too scary! Could it be that His Highness is planning some conspiracy again?