In the night sky of the Demon Realm, two wheels of incense are always suspended at the same time.

  The fragrance of the wind chime has already risen with the dew, swaying slightly in the cool night breeze, winding its way to the edge of the underground town. In a cluster of flower beds, in the part of the underground town closest to the surface, there is a rather large old dilapidated villa.

  Don't say it's at night, even in the daytime when the blue and red lights of the street lamps are flashing alternately, the most mischievous little goblins from the nearby cave wouldn't dare to play around this villa. Because everyone knows that living alone in this beautiful garden surrounded villa is a more beautiful but ill-tempered witch miss.

  The eyes of this witch may have some illness, occasionally when going out, the crystal cane is basically held in hand, with black crystal lenses on the bridge of the nose, which sets off the fair and delicate face even more. The frail body seems to be blown down by the wind, and every time such a situation occurs, the hot-blooded men of the demon clan always have the idea of going forward to help.

  But everyone just thought about it. Because when Miss Ingrid just moved in, the local hooligans didn't have any improper thoughts either. However, they were sometimes taken away by the Temple Knights of the Wing to a quiet place for a chat before they even touched the door. This is not the most unlucky thing, and some people with good luck even met the Royal Guard of the Witch King of Hollywood...

  It was clear to even the most foolish person that this young lady was not to be trifled with, and so the vicinity of the villa became much more peaceful. Except for the occasional sound of piano playing coming from inside the house, the only signs of life were a few hummingbirds frolicking in the flowerbeds.

  According to the owner of the "Feng Wo Zhi Tian" store, who is known for being well-informed, Miss Ingrid Bergman is a relatively famous composer. Her compositions have not only been praised by the main deity of Brunei but also by several elegant and refined demon kings and emperors. As a result, despite having lost her parents at a young age, possessing below-average magical abilities in both necromancy and shadow magic, and being unable to see with her eyes, she is still able to live a life above the average standard of living in the demon realm.

  To say nothing of the others, that piano in her home which is often played, is not something an ordinary family can afford. The demon world is well-known for lacking metal resources. A genuine piano consumes a huge amount of metal, and its market price is almost astronomical, let alone one that originated from the Aeolian mainland.

  It's also because of this that every time the intermittent piano sound comes from the villa in the middle of the night, the neighbors don't think this sound is disturbing, but most of them understand that it's not easy for musicians to create. Even if they are awakened repeatedly, they basically turn over and fall asleep again, without any idea of going up to reason.

  The days passed by, one after another, in a dull and uneventful manner. The villa, due to the lack of regular maintenance, had its exterior walls peeling off more severely with each passing year. The wind chimes in the garden often fell to the ground due to neglect. Fortunately, the plants from the demon realm were known for their strong vitality, so despite being left unattended, they still managed to bloom profusely around the villa. As a result, the stranger wearing a black cloak had to take a circuitous route to reach the entrance of the villa.

  Just as the door was knocked, there were still a few piano sounds coming from inside the villa. After a while, the slightly impatient voice of the hostess came from behind the door: "Who is it?"

  "Is that Miss Ingrid? I am Union representative, despised by the masses, Dais?Mond, commissioned to serve as your butler." The black cloak's back was straight as a pen, his voice neither humble nor arrogant, as if he were answering a superior officer's inquiry.

  The large door slowly opened, and Ms. Bao Man, wearing a home dress and sunglasses, stood there lazily. "Butler? It seems that's the case. Two days ago when I handed in my composition, I complained about the house not being taken care of, which seriously affected my creative environment. I didn't expect the Magic Guild to be so efficient."

  The butler, whose name was Dais, retrieved his crystal arm from knocking on the door, the rest of his body still tightly wrapped in a cloak, and what appeared to be a full helmet made of crystal on his head, only revealing a small area around his mouth and nose. He didn't say much, silently following Bohman into the house.

  The leading Bohman slowly furrowed his brow: "What a strong smell of blood, did you just come down from the battlefield?"

  "No, miss." The cloak-clad butler stood at attention and replied without hesitation. "I have been discharged for two months and sixteen days, previously belonging to the Catastrophe Legion, unit number classified."

  "I don't need to know that much." The witch's voice was clearly laced with impatience. "I'm a blind person who hasn't undergone the reincarnation ceremony yet, and my ears and nose are more sensitive than those of a normal witch. Since you're the steward sent from above, pay attention to this in the future."

  Dai nodded solemnly: "I understand."

  "Whatever, someone like you is probably armed to the teeth and wouldn't even know how to clean up after a fight. The smell of blood is only natural. What was your name again?"

  "Dais?Mond"

  "It's really a name without any artistic sense." Bao Man heard this and curled her lip, with a clear expression of disapproval in her emerald eyes. However, she didn't continue to criticize the name of Guan Jia. Because she was very aware that the Organism, which detested warriors, was the latest breed developed after the Demon Clan arrived in the Demon Realm. On the basis of the original simple corpse stitching, combined with the Dwarf Crystal technology, and replacing key parts with crystal components, a new breed was formed.

  They are merely intellectually enlightened through simple arcane means, and on the battlefield they rely purely on their sturdy crystal armor or physical prowess. For such assembled beings, making overly complex demands is utterly meaningless.

  "Sorry." The helmet of the mechanical housekeeper did not reveal any expression of dissatisfaction.

  "No need to put on such a serious face, I can't see it." Bo Man's attitude obviously didn't improve in the slightest due to the other party's solemnity. "How much do you know about the owner of this villa?"

  "Basically, before I came here, the union had already input all of your information into my memory core. May I ask which specific part of the content you would like to inquire about?"

  "I'm a bit thirsty." Bowman's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

  "I'll get right on it as you instructed." Dais turned and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

  Bo Man didn't turn around, "Do you know what I need?"

  "According to relevant data, you need tea at a probability of seventy-five percent, and need mulled wine at a probability of twenty-one percent, others..."

  "I want tea!"

  "Understood." Dais only stood still for a short while when answering questions, and as soon as the direct order from the master of the witch was reached, he immediately rushed to the kitchen again. The location information of tea cakes and boiling water were all there, what he needed to do was just brew them.

  A moment later, a delicate tea cup with floral patterns was placed on the table in front of Bo Man. Daisy poured water from a crystal teapot into the cup, and a thin line flowed down from the spout. Bo Man was sitting sideways as usual, so the rising steam from the tea cup did not fog up her black-rimmed glasses.

  "While sipping tea, Dais spoke in his always calm voice: 'Before accepting this task, I specially went to the temple of Brunei to listen to the hymns of the saintesses. The melody you composed perfectly combines with the sound of the choir, fully demonstrating our tribe's infinite love and admiration for the goddess of magic dreams. It gives me a very deep feeling.'"

  Bo Man's upper body didn't turn around to this side of the table, "Is that also part of the input data?"

  "No, that's how I wanted to express myself."

  "Really? I recall that it seems to be the piece I specifically composed for the temple twenty years ago. It was also with this piece that I gained my first success, and the reputation of a genius blind female composer seemed to have started from then on. From then on, various invitations came one after another, even including things like the Witch Kingdom's banquet music."

  "Your tea is ready." Dais gently placed the teapot on the table, reminding in a relatively soft voice.

  Bao Man seemed to have not heard that sentence, and continued to talk to himself, "But that should be considered as discarded documents, right? I remember that the music industry has a different evaluation of me now, such as Ingrid... Bao Man's talent is exhausted, seeking fame and fortune..."

  "No, there is no such record in my memory core."

  "Is that so? It seems they screened them before inputting, then?" The witch finally turned her body around and slowly lifted the teacup to her mouth.

  "You're overthinking it. And before I even walked in, that unfinished song was already quite good, the melody was very beautiful."

  "It's truly devoid of artistic sense." The teacup slowly moved away from his lips.

  "Huh?"

  "This cup of tea is as warm as your name."

  The slender hand holding the teacup tilted slightly, and the entire cup of tea poured directly onto the floor without hesitation.

  For the normally elegant witch, this was already an extremely rude way of expressing emotions. She couldn't just shout abuse like any ordinary hag, nor could she simply throw her teacup away or at the butler's direction.

  "A beautiful melody? You're nothing but a hateful thing, even if you've been dressed up with all sorts of crystal components according to the current fashion. But you're still just a hateful thing, a killing machine in the Undead Scourge army! What qualifications do you have to discuss the songs I create?" The woman who had burst out with this long speech didn't even turn her head around.

  Silence. A silence that lasted for about half a minute. The crystal helmet still tightly covered almost all of the butler's face.

  Finally, from the butler standing upright with a tray of tea, came the still flat and monotonous voice——

  "I'm extremely sorry."

  No answer. Bao Man simply turned around and waved his hand. The mechanical butler, strictly following the master's instructions, backed away and left the living room. What was left was still that long-standing darkness.

  Miss Blanche DuBois didn't need no light. The crystal chandelier despised butler Dees just the same.