"But I am sick, so I can only let my mother down." The young master was thin, his cheeks were thin, and his exposed wrists were even thin as if they were broken. His skin was pale. He had just coughed, but instead he had a little blood. His red eyes were like rubies, with a magnificent color, and his appearance was very handsome.

He looked down at Long Ming, and his words were depressed: "You just said that it was impossible to ask the servants to buy it. Grandpa, the housekeeper, would not allow me to eat food outside. He thought that those foods were unhealthy."

"Of course, I don't think it's unhealthy. They look delicious and I like it very much." The young master quickly added, "He doesn't discriminate against civilians."

"Then do you usually live here alone?" Long Ming looked at him curiously.

"Yes." The young master nodded: "My mother has recently gone to buy beauty potions. My father is very busy with work and rarely comes to see me."

When Long Ming heard the words "Beauty Potion" and instantly remembered Mo Ke, he asked tentatively: "What is the name of that potion master?"

"I don't know either. He is very mysterious. He is a friend of my mother and a potion master. The potion he made is very effective, so many ladies look for him, so they need to make an appointment. It just so happened that my health is not seriously injured recently, so she took the servant to get the potion."

It sounded like Mo Ke. Long Ming was a little uncertain and thought. When Satan finished his next sentence, his thoughts were dispelled again. Mo Ke lived in a very far away from the Empire of Light, and it should be just another wizard.

"Often three days, my mother will come back." The young master stood up and stretched out his hand: "I'll pull you up."

Seeing his thin and weak appearance, Long Ming didn't dare to let him pull it. He held his hand virtually and then took the opportunity.

Unexpectedly, this young master's hands were so cold.

"Hmm? Your hands are so warm." The young master was also very surprised. He looked down at the fleshy little hand in his palm, and felt the warmth spread to the bottom of his heart along the little guy's hands.

Long Ming waved his hand and made the young master bend over. He touched his forehead while he was lowering his head, which was much lower than that of ordinary people.

He looked at this little nobleman in bad health in strange ways.

"What's wrong?" The young master looked at him for no reason.

"Your hands are a little cold." Long Ming said slowly.

The young master put down his hand, took out the snow-white handkerchief and coughed softly, a little flushed on his pale cheeks, looking a little embarrassed: "Sorry, have you scared?"

Long Ming shook his head. Logically speaking, the stove in this room was strong and warm as spring. Even for sick people, their body temperature should not be so low.

"Do you want to play with colorful boards or glass billiards? I have them here." The young master took out his toy box from the head of the bed and greeted the little guys to play with them.

All his attention was on his favorite little playmate, and he couldn't get any interest in another Oreo who accompanied him.

Long Ming walked over and was not very interested in these toys. He looked outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The crimson silk curtains hang on the carpet, probably to keep the sunlight full. The young master's window was made of a large piece of rectangular glass. From here you can see the beautiful scenery below, the sculpture fountain, the blooming rose garden corridor, and there is an ice lake behind. You can imagine that when the winter snow melts, the green waves rippling, leaning against the red and green.

Long Ming held his chin and looked at the snowy goose feathers outside, thinking that this small castle was quite beautiful.

Oreo poured two cups of hot tea for the little dragon cub and the little nobleman.

Young Master Satan took it and took a sip. Looking at the big and small opposite, he suddenly remembered something and asked nervously and expectantly: "Do you want to be a personal servant for me? The salary is very high, and I will be with me on weekdays. I will not treat you badly." In fact, he wanted to leave that cute little guy. As adults saw him for too many times, he just wanted to play with his peers. It doesn't matter if he was younger.

"I can say that Aunt Linda, you don't have to worry."

Long Ming didn't expect that the young master would say that. If they were really from Aunt Linda's house, they might have agreed, but they were not. They were still worried that they would reveal themselves.

"No, young master, I've been busy with my studies recently. I took him with me to earn some meager salary and keep it as tuition. The young master's kindness, but we can't agree." Oreo straightened his spine and refused the young master's request gently and politely.

The young master pursed his lips, his eyes instantly extinguished, and he was very disappointed: "I understand."

Oreo sat upright, very conscientious: "Do you want to know about the Magic Academy now? I can tell you."

When Long Ming heard this, his heart stumbled. Where did Oreo go to the Magic Academy of the Empire of Light? What if the insufficiency is revealed?

He glanced at Oreo quietly and found that his face was natural and seemed to be an extremely authentic student of the Magic Academy, and he could not tell at all guilt.

"No, I don't want to listen now." The young master pulled the glass ball on the carpet, looking a little uninspired, and his voice was depressed: "Anyway, I can't go to school."

Huh, Oreo's move scared him to death by retreating.

Long Ming looked at the innocent and sick young master, feeling a little guilty inside.

"Okay." Oreo responded obediently.

"Maybe you are willing to talk about what's happening outside, I want to hear it." The young master stood up and took two pillows from the bed, gave one of them to Long Ming, and held the other white sleeping pillow and looked at them.

Long Ming also held the pillow and smelled a strong aroma. He couldn't help but sneeze.

"I can say." Oreo inadvertently glanced at the golden aromatherapy ball hanging on the carved bed post, his eyes flashed, and then he slowly spoke.

Oreo tells the legendary story of the magician traveling to Azerek. His voice is neither too slow nor too slow, like the spring breeze. It makes people feel very comfortable when listening to it. The tone never rises or decreases abruptly, just like a lullaby. Long Ming's eyelids hang down involuntarily, and then he supports himself and prevents himself from sleeping.

The young master opposite was too. He had yawned several times, and Ruby's eyes were filled with water vapor, and he was obviously sleepy.

At the end, he slowly closed his eyes bit by bit, and fell unsteadily on the carpet to sleep. The white sleeping pillow was held in his arms, and a gentle breathing sound was made after a while.

Long Ming now confirmed that Oreo must have added the tone of the Siren Song when he spoke, otherwise he would not have been trapped like this.

Oreo brought a golden aromatherapy ball from the golden hook on the bed.

“There is a musk smell inside.”

Oreo swung the ball and applied a little spice to the back of his hand with his fingertips. The wide black mage robe's cuffs slipped down perfectly to cover the light gray marks on the back of his hand.

Long Ming's sleepiness became a little lighter. He reached out his hand to take the golden hollow carved copper ball over. After smelling it carefully, he vaguely smelled the musk smell, which was mixed with many other fragrances.

Oreo carried the human cub on the ground to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"This perfume ball should be made by the perfumer." Long Ming handed the ball to Oreo and asked him to hang it up again.

"It's very likely." Oreo sat down, smiling with silver eyes: "It's also a clue."

"The mercenary group said they would send the cubs here. I think the owner of this castle should also know about this. It is very likely that he met the perfumer."

Long Ming looked at the young master who was sleeping soundly, and his mood was a little complicated.

Oreo opened the door and brought the lantern in. Selia flew around the house for a few laps, and loved the warm temperature here.

"You are here, I'll check it out in the backyard and I'll get back as soon as possible." Oreo squatted down and looked at Xiaolong.

"Okay, then be careful, Oreo."

After Oreo left, Long Ming and Selia played around, then lay on the carpet and looked at the garden below.

"These nobles are really rich." Selia was holding a fire crystal stone and gnawing.

Long Ming nodded.

"But you are richer, good boy." Selia clenched her fist and the flames swelled: "Let's hurry up and get those gems and gold coins, and then build a gem castle, so we live together. At that time, the spoons used for meals must be made of gems, the bed is covered with gold coins, and the quilt is made of pure gold."

"You will be the richest dragon ever, and I will become the richest fire elf."

Long Ming was amused by Selia, his eyes were crescent-shaped, and just as he was about to speak, Oreo came in silently.

Long Ming stood up, and the young master on the bed woke up at this moment. He quickly stuffed Selia into the lantern.

The young master sat on the bed, his eyes still had sleepy sleepiness. He waited for a while before he could fully wake up.

"It seems that time is coming." The young master Satan looked at the clock, and an hour was coming.

He got out of bed and caused the falling aroma ball to shake, and the fragrance was everywhere.

"Wait a while, Grandpa, the housekeeper, will take you out. Time flies so fast." The young master said reluctantly, with a melancholy expression.

Long Ming thought about it, took out a honey candy from his pocket and gave it to him, silently comforting him, hoping that the young master would meet the real Aunt Linda's nephew and grandson tomorrow and forgive their deception.

The young master looked at his playmates in anticipation and made a decision: "You guys come tomorrow, I have a lot of fun here."

I'm afraid that this young master will hate him tomorrow when he learns the truth. Long Ming thought, feeling that he was being hugged, and smells the fragrance at the tip of his nose, and he can't help but sneeze again.

The young master quickly looked at him worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"It seems to be allergic to the fragrance in the house." Oreo replied.

The young master took down the aromatherapy ball: "Is this the smell? This is configured by my mother's master potion friend. She said it would help me sleep, so she kept hanging on the head of the bed."

Oreo wrote down this and smiled slightly: "The spices inside must be very expensive."

"It should be." The young master leaned closer and smelled it: "There are several fragrances inside. My mother said that it is made of the exclusive secret recipe of the Potion Master."

After chatting for a few more words, Long Ming and the others left under the strict gaze of the butler's grandfather.

Why are they strict? Because they brought the lanterns in.

Long Ming heard something from a civilian at that time and wanted to complain.

The young master Satan was very angry and shouted at the housekeeper, and then transferred their companionship to one gold coin for an hour.

When Long Ming left, he held the gold coin and turned his head and could see the lonely figure of the young master sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at them.

It seems to be waiting for their arrival tomorrow.

On the way back, Oreo bought two cups of milk tea and double the mountain chestnuts and small red taro.

Long Ming ate several mountain chestnuts in a row before swallowing the depression in his heart.

"Oreo, have you discovered anything?"

"There is a room in the backyard that is suspicious. It is protected by a special spell, and there are dozens of great magicians guarding it around. I observed it for a while and left." Oreo lowered his eyes, peeled a chestnut and fed it to the little dragon cub.

Long Ming chewed the chestnuts, his voice a little vague: "Do you think that perfumer is the potion master?"

"You can only confirm if you have seen it."

Oreo and Xiaolong said while walking, and they returned to the hotel after a while.

Gru drank the milk tea that the little guy promised, and couldn't help but touch his head.

When the parents had dinner together in the evening, Oreo told the news he got, after all, the information must be shared.
To be continued...