Vol 3 Chapter 3:

For some reason, every time Dess used a similar tone and stated similar facts, Bergman felt quite annoyed. Therefore, she gave an insulting answer almost without hesitation--
"Because those are the same as you. They are all the same as you. The violin made of crystal, the trumpet made of crystal, the timpani made of crystal... The whole orchestra is imitated with this false crystal! Even if it can be used vividly Magic is disguised as an instrument, the sound of an instrument. In the end, it is just a pile of false crystals!"
　　 The agency steward stood silently in place, without showing the slightest surprise. As usual, listening to the thunderstorm in silence.
Sure enough, Miss Blind Lich continued to be impassioned as usual: "Do you know why magical technology and even crystal prosthetic eyes are completely popular now, why I still refuse to install this kind of thing to heal my eyes? Because of me Disdain!"
　　 "Through these crystals rippling with shadows from the inside out, even if I can see things again, I can only see the false scenes refracted by the crystals!"
　　 "I don't need this kind of stuff full of'fake'!" Bergman's slender hand was gently lifted from the side of his body and pointed in the direction of his temple. "When I was not blind, the scenery of my hometown that I had seen with my own eyes is still firmly stamped in my mind!"
　　 As if touched by these words, Dess, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly muttered in a low voice, "Is the hometown...the scenery...?"
"Yes, it's not that this earthquake is endless, with weird plants growing, that can only create urban scenery in the mountains or forests or underground. It is the real...beautiful scenery..." As if thinking of something, Bergman's voice slowly lowered. Go down.
　　 "So, about forty years ago, you and other people went to the Aegean continent through the gap of time and space privately, and you enjoyed the scenery?"
"Hmph, do you even have the information about me? The Magic Guild really has enough capital. But this kind of information is of no use to me now! I am already a blind man, those Do adults still worry about my tricks?"
　　 The housekeeper wittyly said nothing.
　　 After the hostess complained the last two sentences, her thoughts turned back to the memory of the poetic and picturesque beauty in her memory. "The Aegean Continent was originally the hometown of our demons. Even if we were driven out of our homeland by those despicable guys, no demons would forget our only hometown."
　　 "The vigorous green earth... the gentle breeze passing by... and the golden... the moving light that will never forget..."
　　 "My biggest dream has been to turn that indelible landscape into music, so that every wanderer far away from the homeland can hear it..."
　　 Unknowingly, Miss Bergman has stood back in front of the piano. And the housekeeper who had been standing behind her respectfully at the same time just listened silently, not saying a word.
　　 "I'm going to start work, you can go out." Although the villa hostess's command hasn't changed literally, the tone is obviously softer than it was at the beginning. In a sense, this should be her small concession.
　　 As usual, the housekeeper bowed his head respectfully and slowly exited the studio.
　　 The jumping syllables gradually sounded in the creative room and even the entire villa. The difference from the past is that although it has not yet formed a sufficiently complete melody, the sound of this time is obviously a little more agile than before...
　　 It is a pity that it is not enough as a real piano piece.
　　
　　 Many more days have passed, and the bottleneck of Miss Bergman's creation seems to have not been resolved. The housekeeper is doing the work of gardening, cleaning, and renovation of villas every day, but the residents of the small town are almost used to the huge noise that appears from time to time.
　　 But the only thing that has changed is that now Miss Bergman no longer works late at night. She seems to have a tendency to work and rest normally, with her irregular life habits. This kind of weird thing naturally attracted discussion from some boring people in the town.
　　Especially Dess; Mond has never taken off his cloak in front of anyone. In addition to the necessary purchases, he naturally has no need to enter the town for leisure and entertainment as an institution hates samurai. Therefore, he has become a strong contender for the leading actor in many peachy speculations about the hostess of the villa.
　　 But the rumors came and went fast. After a certain time when the housekeeper was not for the purpose of purchasing, the fragrant version of the rumor circulating in the town suddenly disappeared almost instantly like a light rain in the desert. Someone once saw a few guys who spared no effort to spread rumors after the incident. They all seemed to have a nervous breakdown as if they had seen an undead in the daytime, and their mouths and eyes were crooked and their limbs twitched.
　　 Their relatives paid a lot of money to hire the most experienced doctor in the surrounding towns, Yin Tong. The diagnosis was overwhelming, but they couldn't find out anything more specific. But no one believed this. The old doctor went straight back to the mansion without even prescribing a prescription for peace of mind, taking the consultation fee. Isn't the meaning in this clear enough? In short, it will become less provoking people in that villa from now on, whether it is a lich or an agency hate it.
　　 What happened above did not reach Miss Bergman's ears. Since Dess, the housekeeper, took over the daily work of the villa, she began to have more time to devote herself to creation. Although no substantial breakthroughs have been made during this period of time, it is better than having to be entangled in so-called chores all day long, right?
The beautiful Lich Miss did not realize that in the eyes of ordinary people, her normal eating and sleeping are classified as chores, not to mention the cleaning of the room and the like-in fact, the number of works she created before is somewhat small A large part of the reason is the chain reaction caused by her poor eyesight.
　　 Under this premise, it is even more difficult for the master of the villa who concentrates on creation to understand that this little improvement in her life is actually due to the new housekeeper. But anyway, none of this matters to her. The only thing she wants to do now is to completely reproduce the moving scenery in her memory with music.
　　 Next, on a night that didn't seem to be any different from other days, the housekeeper once again organized the creative room for the hostess, and began to slowly pace the corridor. He is almost entirely made of crystals, and he can walk without making any noise in such a quiet environment. From then on, it is not difficult to see how hard he is to input the information.
　　 So, before returning to his room at night, a routine patrol of the whole villa is also a matter of course. When he visited Miss Bergman's bedroom, he found that Miss Lich had not even closed the bedroom door this time. When the housekeeper was about to lift his hand to close the door, Bergman's vague hum came from the bedroom.
　　 This has never happened in previous patrols. Of course, it is most likely that the thick wooden doors in the bedroom were closed well in the past~EbookFREE.me~ The soundproofing environment makes Dyss unable to detect it. In short, without being able to immediately figure out what happened, the housekeeper broke into the mistress's bedroom without hesitation.
　　 Of course, Dyce's actions are still silent. Because if there are outsiders who have broken in beforehand, it is an inevitable habit of a senior soldier to try not to provoke him.
　　 Fortunately, there is no one else in the bedroom.
　　Ms. Bergman lay on her back and clothed on her bed, sleeping soundly. Voices similar to those before were constantly humming from her mouth, but due to the deep sleep and lying posture, the housekeeper could only hear some elegant sections. The hostess's humming sounded intermittently, floating in the empty bedroom, and then carefully recorded in the core of his memory by the housekeeper.
　　 At the same time, he also noticed Miss Bergman's expression. Even though she had already fallen asleep, her expression when humming was still colorful. Sometimes excitement and sometimes nervousness, sometimes joy and sometimes pain...
　　Perhaps she is relived in her sleep the memories that will last forever when she set foot on the Aegean continent? Dess made the most logical judgment, because his records also contained the identity of the person who traveled with Miss Bergman at the time. Strictly speaking, it should be called a romantic adventure.
　　I don't know why, but the housekeeper felt that the hostess's attitude was much more cordial than usual. Of course, this should be just a symptom of instability produced by the core. Dess; Monde laughed at himself like this.
　　 Then, he gently closed the door of the mistress' bedroom and continued his unfinished patrol.
　　 Outside the window of the villa, there are still two shampoos hanging in the sky coldly.