Chapter 9: chapter 9

The screams were ringing, but not even a syllable penetrated the door of the training room.
five minutes later…
Lyle dragged his heavy body up the stairs and squatted silently at the door of Asa's room, rubbing his chest, breathing in the air in a small mouth.
"Oh, God of Darkness, just signing a contract, why is it so painful?" Carefully lifted the dress, and Lyle sighed intoxicatedly, "Oh! Idol's signature ... Uh-?"
Lyle carefully put his ears on the white painted room door, listening to the movement inside.
"Sir, are you watching TV?" Lyle carefully opened the doorknob and peered into it.
Asa sat on the bed with her legs crossed, and didn't look back, "Well, is it all right?"
Lyle rubbed his nose and whispered, "Given my ardent admiration for you, can I inquire about your dining preferences?"
Asa dragged his chin and glanced at Lyle, and tried to recall the blood in the mouth. "There is nothing special, but the blood of Master Steward is very good."
Squeak!
Lyle crouched on the ground without supporting the door, and fell down on the face, humming on the ground, and Asa couldn't understand, "Oh great God of Darkness, what is the blood of the Angel of Glory? It must be sour ! "
Asa squinted and looked at Lyle on the ground, then turned his attention to the TV, and spit out a sentence, "Like vintage wine, it is memorable."
"I can't describe my mood in words anymore." Lyle climbed up from the ground with a veiled face, muttering quietly, "Oh, where should I go for wine-like blood."
"How old is the ordinary blood race?" Asa asked, looking directly at the people approaching him.
Lyle wiped his nostrils with his sleeve, and he thought about it, "The adulthood of the adult shouldn't be too long, in fact, the prince-level golden pupil pure blood in the blood race doesn't even have an early childhood." Don, fluttered on the bed, worshipped his face: "Master, Lord Cain has been missing for many years! Where did you meet him! Can you share with me his personality hobby?"
Asa froze, her face puzzled: "Cain? Why do I need to run into him?"
Lyle put on a nearly faint expression, exaggerated, "Oh Lord Satan, didn't meet him? That's your father! Look at the golden pupil you showed when you were angry, that's the most beautiful I've ever seen. My pupils are gone. "
"You say I'm a generation of pure blood?" Asa frowned, knotting her brows: "I woke up from a small town cemetery near London. I don't even have the memory before waking up."
Lyle straightened up with a serious face, and analyzed his chin, "... Is it because Lord Cain has a hobby to bite dead bodies? But is he not vowing not to bite for the balance of the blood power?"
Asa raised her eyebrows and added a slight smile, "Obviously, he has promised."
Lyle didn't say anything, but his mind was supplementing himself with the great Lord Cain, cutting the graveyard soil just to bite a dead body, "... hehe hehe."
Asa glanced at him and continued to watch TV. The bubble play at night was very boring, but Asa still had the patience to watch it down. He wanted to know the outside world as soon as possible.
Lyle followed Asa's gaze and saw the huge TV, "Oh! What time is it now?" Turning around in the room to find the clock, "God! It's four o'clock in the morning! 'I'm a magician' The playback of the program is about to start. This is the program I look forward to most after work next night! Hurry up and give me the remote control!
Lyle took the remote control in Asa ’s hand and changed the channel of
Beep Beep

"Hello everyone, the show" I am a magician "has seen you again. What kind of wonderful performance will the lovely Berg bring us today? ..." The host stood with a furry microphone and stood In front of a stage, her background is a packed audience.
"Borg?" Asa gripped the quilt tightly with his fingers, leaning forward slightly, staring at the TV screen.
This name is so familiar to him! This strange sense of familiarity seemed abrupt when he was unfamiliar with everything when he woke up.
Lyle didn't notice Asa's strangeness, he still sat on the sofa with eyes glowing, and kept saying, "Berg entered the magic world five years ago, and is a close disciple of Master Hagrid. Oh, look He came out, eh? What happened to you? "
Lyle turned to see Asa leaning forward, his fingers clutching at the soft quilt, his golden pupils staring at the TV screen, filled with helpless hatred.
"Oh, sir, are you okay ?!" Lyle threw away the remote control, ran to the bed and pulled Asa's hand: "Oh, sir, don't hold so tightly, the silk quilt is expensive, you make such a set of requirements How much is it? !!! "
Asa was unheard of Lyle's words, his eyes stared at the tall young man bowing to the audience on the screen, and his eyes became bloodshot because of his widening, hate! A cloud of hatred that could not find the root swept his nerves.
He has no memory, the source of these hatreds has nowhere to follow, but he clearly feels a hate that pervades from the soul.
Almost subconscious, Asa felt that this person had something to do with his past.
But what relationship can keep him in amnesia and make his hated soul tremble? !!
Does that mean he can investigate his past from this person? !!
Asa's memory is blank, and he is unwilling to give up any clues, even for enemies or other relationships.
He felt like a man who had fallen into the Black Lake, grabbing the only driftwood drifting away.
"Oh! Don't pretend you didn't hear it! It will cost me a month's salary! My Satan king! It was broken by you!" Lyle yanked Asa's hand hard, the other Fainting expression with his hands over his head.
"What are you doing?" Samael's voice came slowly from behind Lyle, scaring Lyle into abandoning the one in his hand, eh, the silkworm was ...
"Oh, Temple ... steward, I'm persuading Lord Asa to put down that poor quilt. Look, he ..." Lyle narrowed his eyes and raised his hand, speaking like 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." Samer stepped in, stepping back to Lyle's back.
"Yes, that's right." Lyle's eyes dodged and he smiled dryly, "Ah! Actually my hand was holy water ..."
"Where is this man?" Asa's voice suddenly sounded from behind them, and the young boy's unique cold voice was very low. "He, why do you hide things in the collar?"
Sameer stepped forward and looked at the TV screen along Asa's eyes. After seeing the inside Berger, he raised his left eyebrow and replied softly. "This TV station broadcasts large-scale programs abroad. I think he is doing magic. "
Lyle turned abruptly, watching intently Berg on the TV changing a huge bunch of flowers from his arms, "Oh, God of Darkness, how does an adult know that the flowers are hidden in his collar? Then you know him How did the sword swallow it? "
"There is a retractable button on the hilt." Asa replied absently and wanted to stop himself after speaking. How did he know? How can a person who has lost his memory know a magician's acting skills?
Lyle grabbed the collar and yelled, "Oh my of darkness, you must have been a magician before, in fact, I always wanted to be a magician, so I can always ask He asked some questions about magic tricks. "
Sameer stood quietly by the bed, frowning at Lyle's body almost sticking to Asa's body, his expression gradually cold, his gentle smile slowly converging.
Lips moved slightly, "Dark god, I am your faithful child # ￥ #% ……"
"Oops!" Lyle's original expression was closed, with exaggerated pain on his face, and he rolled on Asa's knees, "Oops ... Ahhhhhhhhhh how much more It hurts! "
Lyle lifted the corner of his clothes and rubbed in. Asa saw only a blood-red S on his chest, and the other letters were blocked in his clothes.
Looking at Lyle rolling on the bed, Asa narrowed his eyes and reminded: "Although your skin tone is good, I still want to say that you have pressed my leg. Please go and sell Moe on the floor, dog Lyle."
After speaking, regardless of the painful expression of the other party twisting together, he bent his knees and raised his feet with a stern slam.
"Sugar, slap ..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah no longer covering her this time, she shrank into shrimp and rolled around Samer's legs.
Samer stood gracefully next to Asa with a lip, "Master, do you need a quiet environment, and if so, I can clean this person out."
Asa looked up at Samer and asked, "Master Butler hasn't said which city this person is in."
Lyle trembled and stretched out a hand to grab the edge of the bed, shaking his throat and saying, "Las Vegas, Berg has always lived in Las Vegas."
"Is the casino?" Asa frowned.
Lyle made a rolling gesture, and stood up and asked, "Adult knows its nickname, oh, are you sure you did not crawl out of the Las Vegas graveyard?"
Asa frowned and didn't answer his question. The name of the city of Las Vegas was like a heavy stone, with a sense of depression intertwined with a sense of loss hitting his nerves.
I seem to have lost something there ...
Las Vegas?
"I'll go there when I'm an adult." Looking up at Samuel's pure golden pupil, Asa's tone was very heavy, and his eyes were resolutely coming out.
Sameer didn't even move his eyebrows, and bowed gracefully, "Good master."
"I don't want Master Steward to follow." Asa narrowed her eyes and said, lowering her voice.
Samael's speaking speed is not sloppy, like an early draft, "I'm not assured of the owner's diet. Those who believe in God, pray most prayerfully during the day, and indulge in the dark at night Happy field, the blood in the blood vessels is contaminated with evil viruses— "
"Please say the key points directly!" Asa wrinkled, and was sternly beaten in her heart.
Samer smiled more mildly, and directly stated his purpose, "I hope that Lyle will follow you and let him take care of your diet."
Asa frowned and looked at the decent smile on Samal's face, glanced at his Lyle, and was lost in thought.
In fact, it is not wise for him to ask one to travel far.
First of all, he is not familiar with the outside world and can even be said to know nothing. Secondly, the blood seems to carry a lot of viruses. If there is an experienced Lair who follows ...
"Yes, I agree." Asa nodded and agreed.
The arc of the corner of Samer's mouth increased a bit, and said humbly, "Yes, my master."
"Why did you promise so quickly?" Asa frowned alertly, looking back at the steward.
"What do you say?" Samer looked unchanged, looking upright at the two men underneath.
Asa said that the steward smiled for the first time ... please.
The dog Lyle, who was judged by a few words of ownership, shook his body, this smile is too scary! Is it something that His Highness is planning? ?