For some reason, every time Dais spoke in a similar tone and stated similar facts, it would make Bohman feel quite annoyed. Therefore, she almost immediately gave a very insulting response -

  "Because those trash are just like you, all of them are just like you. A violin made of crystal, a trumpet made of crystal, a drum made of crystal... the entire orchestra is made of this fake crystal! Even if they can be disguised as instruments with magic, their sound is nothing but a pile of fake crystals!"

  The agency's butler stood silently in his original position, without revealing even a hint of surprise. As usual, he quietly listened to the thunderstorm.

  As expected, the blind witch continued to be as generous and enthusiastic as ever: "Do you know why I still refuse to install this thing to cure my eyes even though magic technology and crystal prosthetic eyes have become widespread? Because I despise it!"

  "Through these crystals that ripple with illusions from the inside out, even if I could see things again, all I would be able to see are those false scenes refracted by the crystal!"

  "This thing full of 'fakes', I don't need!" Bohman's slender hand gently lifted from his side, pointing to the direction of his temples. "Before I went blind, those hometown scenes that I saw with my own eyes are still firmly imprinted in my mind!"

  As if touched by something, Dais, who had been keeping silent all along, suddenly said in a low voice: "The scenery of my hometown...?"

  "Not that the earthquake is not at rest, growing strange plants, and can only build cities in mountains or underground. But it's truly... a beautiful landscape..." As if remembering something, Bao Man's voice slowly fell.

  "So it was about forty years ago that you and others privately crossed the time-space rift to the Aegean continent, what scenery did you appreciate?"

  "Hmph, you even have information about me in this regard? The Magic Guild really has spared no expense. But for me now, this kind of information is completely useless! I'm already blind, what are those adults going to worry about me doing?"

  The official housekeeper tactfully didn't say anything else.

  The hostess, after complaining about the previous two sentences, again turned her thoughts back to the memories of the beautiful scenery in her memory. "The Aegean continent was originally our hometown, even if we were driven out of our homeland by those despicable guys back then, no demon would forget our only hometown."

  "That lush green earth... the gentle breeze that caresses your face... and that golden, unforgettable, captivating radiance..."

  "My greatest dream has always been to turn that eternal and unforgettable scenery into music, so that every traveler far from home can hear it..."

  Miss Bao quietly returned to the front of the piano, while the steward who had been standing behind her at some point remained silent and listened without saying a word.

  "I'm going to start work, you can go out." The villa owner's order, although there was no change in words, but the tone had obviously softened a lot compared to the beginning. In some sense, this should also be considered her small concession.

  The agency's butler bowed his head respectfully and slowly backed out of the study.

  The jumping rhythm gradually sounded in the studio and even the entire villa. Unlike before, although it still can't form a complete melody, this time's playing statement is more agile than before...

  Unfortunately, it is still insufficient as a true piano piece.

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  Many days have passed again, and it seems that Miss Bao Man's creative bottleneck has not been resolved. The agency staff are working diligently every day on gardening, cleaning, and renovating the villa, while the townspeople have almost gotten used to the occasional loud noises.

  However, the only thing that has changed is that Miss Bao Man no longer creates in the dead of night. Originally, her daily habits were irregular, but it seems she's gradually developing a normal sleep schedule. This strange phenomenon naturally sparked gossip among some bored townspeople.

  Especially since Dais?Mond has never taken off his cloak in front of anyone, and as a bureaucratic warrior who naturally doesn't have the need to enter the town for leisure and entertainment except for necessary purchases. Therefore, he became a strong competitor for the number one male lead in many pink guesses about the villa mistress.

  But rumors come and go quickly - after a certain department's housekeeper went out to buy something, the salacious version of the rumor that had been circulating in the town suddenly disappeared like a brief rain shower in the desert. Some people saw those who had spread the rumor with all their might afterwards, they seemed to have seen a ghost during the day and were spiritually collapsed, with crooked mouths and twitching limbs.

  Their relatives spent a lot of money to invite the most experienced silver pupil doctor from several towns around, and the diagnosis was that they were frightened too much. But if you think about it in more detail, nothing can be found out. However, no one believes this, and the old doctor didn't even prescribe a calming medicine before taking the consultation fee and leaving directly. Isn't the implication obvious? In short, from now on, it's better to avoid provoking those people in that villa, whether they are witches or mechanical enemies.

  What happened above did not reach Miss Bao's ears. Since the butler, Dai Si, took over all the daily chores of the villa, she had more ample time to devote herself to creation. Although there was no substantial breakthrough during this period, it was much better than being entangled by some inexplicable trivial matters every day before?

  The beautiful witch didn't realize that in the eyes of ordinary people, normal eating and sleeping were also classified as miscellaneous things, let alone sweeping the room. In fact, one of the main reasons why she had created fewer works before was due to a chain reaction caused by her poor eyesight.

  Under these circumstances, the villa owner who is focused on creation is even less likely to understand that the slight improvement in her life now is actually due to the credit of the new housekeeper. However, all this doesn't matter much to her anyway. What she wants to do now is just to recreate the touching scenery in her memory with music completely.

  Next, on a night that seemed no different from any other day, the mechanical butler again tidied up the study for his mistress and began to pace slowly in the corridor. Made almost entirely of crystal, he was able to walk without making a sound in such a quiet environment, revealing the care with which his creator had programmed him.

  So, before returning to his own room at night, it was natural for him to make a routine patrol of the entire villa. When he arrived at Miss Bao's bedroom, he found that this time, Miss Wu had not even closed her bedroom door. Just as the butler was about to reach out and pull the door shut, a muffled hum came from inside the room.

  This was a situation that had never occurred in previous patrols. Of course, it's very likely that the thick wooden door of the bedroom was closed well before, and the good sound insulation made it impossible for Daisy to notice. In short, under the circumstances where he couldn't immediately figure out what happened, the agency butler burst into the mistress's bedroom without hesitation.

  Of course, Dais's actions were still silent and stealthy. Because if there were outsiders who had already entered first, it was a seasoned warrior's habit to avoid startling the snake as much as possible.

  Fortunately, there was no one else in the bedroom.

  Miss Man was lying on her back in bed, fast asleep. Similar sounds to before continued to hum from her mouth, but due to her deep sleep and reclining position, the mechanical butler could only make out certain elegant phrases. The mistress's humming voice was intermittent, drifting through the empty bedroom, and then being carefully recorded by the mechanical butler in his memory core.

  At the same time, he also noticed Miss Bao's expression. Even though she was clearly asleep, her expressions while humming were still rich and varied. Sometimes excited, sometimes tense, sometimes happy, sometimes painful...

  Perhaps she is reliving the unforgettable memories of her trip to the Aegean continent in her dreams. Dais made the most logical judgment, because in his records, there was also information about the identity of the person who traveled with Ms. Bao Man at that time. Strictly speaking, it should be called a romantic adventure.

  For some reason, the housekeeper of the agency suddenly felt that the mistress's posture at this time was much more intimate than usual. Of course, this should be just an unstable symptom produced by the core. Dais?Mond thought to himself.

  Then he quietly closed the mistress's bedroom door and continued his unfinished patrol.

  Outside the villa window, two lanterns still hung quietly in the sky.