Chapter Volume 7, Prologue (1/2)
Volume 7, Prologue
Translator Ever (C/E edited by lucathia)
I opened the curtains and the fiery sunlight outside shone in. For a vampire, its effect was no less than that of an arrow. Even as a fifth-generation vampire, pain still shot through my skin.
The time was only nearing five, yet the sun had already risen. Even at night, the air was stuffy and hot. This summer was unbelievably hot, the air conditioner nearly always on, or else the temperature inside could rise above thirty-eight degrees Celsius.
It was so hot that everyone’s appetite had gone down. There were even some leftovers these days. It seemed that I should make some more cold dishes, and every meal should have some refreshing appetizers. I wonder if the young master will like cold spicy jellyfish salad or plum-pickled radishes? He will probably like both? I can make them on alternating days…
“Charles.”
“Young Master.” I turned around in surprise to see that the young master was already standing in the living room. The young master’s footsteps have become lighter and lighter these days.
“Can you prepare a bottle of water for me?” The young master had already put on his workout clothes but did not go exercising immediately after saying goodbye like he always did. He scrunched up his brows and said, “While I’m out running, I usually pass by a park with a water fountain, but the fountain was broken yesterday, and the weather was so hot that I got super thirsty later on!”
No wonder the young master gulped down a lot of water when he came home yesterday. I had thought that the weather was simply too hot. My honorable father, my observation skills still need improving. I hope that I can be half as good as the young master in reading people’s “faces” in the future.
“Young Master, please wait for a moment.”
I went into my room and gave the young master a card when I came out.
“You should pass by a convenience store on the way. You can use this to buy water or milk. This would be much more convenient than jogging with a water bottle.”
The young master looked at the image on the card and smiled. It was of Dark Sun with his metal wings, and he was holding the Death Scythe. However, it was not a photograph but a carefully crafted oil painting. Compared to photos that could be found in newspapers, this was much more delicate and unique.
“Is this also from collecting points at the convenience store?” The young master stifled a laugh and said, “There’s milk and toast for breakfast again today, right?”
“Yes,” I confessed embarrassedly and hurriedly explained, “but this is for making honey toast. Plenty of bread is needed to make them.”
The young master asked curiously, “What is honey toast?”
I opened my mouth and was about to explain, but changed my mind shortly and smiled as I said, “This is a ‘secret.’ Please look forward to today’s breakfast.”
The young master’s eyes immediately lit up, and he did not ask any further but stared down at the card. He really did like secrets.
“Bringing a card instead is really much more convenient…” The young master stopped short and suddenly raised his head to ask, “Have you finished collecting all the secret versions?”
“Not yet. There are four secret versions this time, so it is a bit hard. I am still missing a Dragon Peace in leopard shorts.”
Thinking of this, I could not help but sigh. Collecting points at the convenience store has gotten more and more complicated. The secret versions this time were all of the heroes with different weapons, but Dragon Peace does not even have a weapon, so they gave him different shorts. This is stretching it a bit far, but I have collected all the others, and this one is the only one left. It would be a shame to not get it…
The young master laughed. “Then, I’ll go get drinks at the convenience store and help you collect points. We definitely have to get the Dragon Peace in leopard shorts. I’m gonna show it to Aren! Oh! Charles, can you get me a pair of extra large leopard shorts? I’m gonna give it to Aren at the same time!”
I laughed. “Yes.”
“Then, I’ll be off.”
The young master said so and went out happily. This was the first time that he had shown a happy expression these few days. The young master had been investigating the whereabouts of the missing criminals, but it did not seem to be going smoothly, so the young master had been very solemn recently. Looks like I will need to prepare more “secrets” in the future.
“Ah—Ah, I’m starving!”
As usual, Mr. Bramble and the other two walked in at five-thirty, and like always, Dell declared that he was hungry. They did not have to come this early, since the young master was not at home from five to seven, so even if they came, they would just be waiting for the young master to return home.
However, Mr. Bramble did not seem to think so. He felt that when the young master wakes up, then it was time for them to start working. If not because they did not want to make the young master go out of his way to greet them, they would have probably come at five o’clock.
I made a pot of tea for them and smiled. “Then, I will go prepare breakfast.”
Mr. Bramble had already buried his head inside the newspaper, May nodded, and Dell grumbled loudly, “Hurry up, go cook!”