Chapter Volume 5, The Angel Falls Three: An Angel’s Appearance; A Reaper’s Reputation (2/2)

I replied hurriedly, “No, I need to deliver something to the fiftieth floor.”

“Delivery?” The receptionist lady paused, then continued suddenly, “You said fiftieth floor? What do you need to bring? You can’t be a take-out delivery boy. You don’t even look like one!”

Just as I was about to reply, the lady leaned forward and asked quietly, “Are you here to bring something for the Angel?”

Even though she was quiet, the other receptionists had obviously heard. They all paused what they were doing and looked over at us.

There did not seem to be any need to keep it hidden, so I answered truthfully, “Yes.”

The receptionist let out a little scream and fired a string of questions, “You’re his brother, aren’t you? The one who shares the same mother but different father as him?”

I froze. Brother of the same mother but different father? Ah… could the cover about the large family still be intact? That must be the case, or else Yue Gang would have asked about why I had lied when I saw him earlier.

But why the same mother but different father? Is having the same father not usually more common? Could it be because the young master and I have different last names? Yet there are quite a few people who take up their mothers’ maiden name, so such a setup is quite unnecessary. It would actually cause another kind of trouble…

Gathering my thoughts, I saw that the receptionist was still waiting for my answer, wide-eyed. I smiled sheepishly on purpose and admitted, “Indeed.”

The receptionist gave me an “I-knew-it” look as she looked me over again and said, “Very handsome too. As expected of the Angel’s brother!”

The Angel’s brother is a vampire. That sounds all kinds of ironic.

I reminded her, “I really must go upstairs.”

“Oh, right! I’ll lead the way!”

Even though I wanted to say that that would be too much trouble, judging from this receptionist’s level of enthusiasm and the regretful look on the other receptionists’ faces, this seemed to be more of a rare opportunity than trouble.

With the receptionist lady’s lead, even the security check was bypassed. I suppose this building’s security was not as tight as I had thought after all.

The two of us entered the elevator. It was clear, so one could see the scenery outside below their feet. It would probably be nice at night, but it was afternoon right now, and thanks to the sunlight, I felt like I was in a desert, especially because my clothes did not provide enough coverage and left large areas of skin exposed. The direct sunlight shining on my skin made me feel like I was being plastered on a hot grill. I could only shrink into the corner as much as possible to avoid being shined on.

The receptionist lady asked curiously, “What’s the Angel like at home? He seems so neat and tidy. Is he actually a slob at home?”

“No, Ah Ye has never been messy.” He is simply not skilled at cleaning either.

“Then is he nice?” The receptionist lady asked suspiciously, “He’s always smiling like an angel. Is he like that at home, too?”

I nodded and said, “He smiles often at home too, and he rarely loses his temper.” Only Master often does things that made the young master angry.

“Oh oh! I heard the Angel…” even though there was no one else in the elevator, the receptionist lady suddenly lowered her voice as she said, “graduated as a combat major? Nobody believed him when he said so! But I believed him as soon as the newest jeans advertisement came out. He has a great body! Does he work out?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “He runs for two hours every morning.”

“Wow! There’s definitely something to see!” The receptionist lady was excited and disappointed at the same time. “I really want to see! Why doesn’t the photographer take pictures from the front? Do they mean to leave us hanging? How cruel!”

Ji Luo Chu is nearly as unjustly accused as a convict without a trial.

At that time, the elevator doors opened, and about thirty people appeared before us, as well as several large cameras. All the cameras pointed at the same set, which looked very futuristic. There were several comfortable sofas and a tea table in front of the set. The young master sat on one of the sofas.

Someone noticed us and walked over to ask, “What did you come for?”

I explained immediately, “I have brought something for An Xiang Ye.”

At that moment, the young master called loudly, “Gē,” ran to my side, and said nervously in a low voice, “Charles, I forgot to tell you, we’re brothers now!”

“Young Master, I have realized.”

A few people walked over as I answered the young master softly. One of them, a middle-aged man with gray hair, asked interestedly, “Is this your brother of the same mother?”

I switched back to a normal volume and said to the young master, “Ah Ye, you got it wrong again! We are brothers by the same father, not mother!”

The young master froze for a moment but did not refute what I had said. Then, he stuck his tongue out mischievously and said, “Oh, right! Same difference!”

Fortunately, they did not seem to want to ask more about this topic, but they did look at me up and down. That made me a little uncomfortable, so I handed the bag in my hands to the young master and said, “Here are your clothes and diploma.”

The young master nodded. He pulled out his diploma and turned to show the gray-haired, middle-aged man. He only took a glance before saying, “You really graduated as a combat major?”

The young master replied with a bright smile, “I told you! I’m very strong, you know.”

He really is very strong, even though most people who see the young master say this while smiling do not take him seriously. It is like seeing a ten year old raise his fist at an adult while saying, “I can beat you!” Most smile but do not believe, just like the man right now.

“Your brother looks good,” the gray-haired, middle-aged man looked at me like one would look at meat in a market, and I suddenly had a bad premonition… As expected, he decided with a clap, “Let him come take a few pictures with you!”

I politely declined at once, “I am sorry. I am not accustomed to being on camera.”

“Hey,” the man would not give up and said, “we’ll just be chatting. Let’s all talk together. No need to be nervous!”

A light flashed suddenly, and I realized that the light was probably from the flash of taking a photograph… No, oh no!

“Taking pictures is pointless!” The young master suddenly said, laughing, “My brother is a vampire, so he can’t be filmed or taken pictures of.”

Everyone fell silent. They could not wrap their minds around this, so they all just stared at me. The young master told everyone just like that? I did not know what to do.

The gray-haired, middle-aged man, aghast, asked the young master, “Are, are you a vampire too?”

The young master shook his head as he answered, “I’m not.”

“Your brother is a vampire, but you’re not?” The man blurted out, but he corrected himself quickly, “Well, even if your brother is a vampire, you wouldn’t be one as long as he doesn’t bite you.”

Even if I bit the young master, he would not become a vampire. The “First Kiss” process required to turn other beings into vampires is not so simple.

“Charles!”

I froze, then turned and saw Melody walking our way. She wore a white dress shirt, a black skirt, and a pair of maroon high-heeled sandals, looking businesslike while radiant.

Upon seeing Melody, the people around us relaxed noticeably. The gray-haired, middle-aged man said to the young master as he shook his head, “You are so full of surprises. It’s one thing that your manager is a vampire, but your brother is also one? Aren’t you afraid of them biting you?”

The young master replied with a laugh, “Nope, I’m very powerful!”

I had no words. Did everyone know that Melody is a vampire already? No wonder all they did was freeze in shock when they learned that I am a vampire. There was not even a single person who screamed in fear.

“I expect the reporters to be excited enough to bring out fireworks,” the gray-haired, middle-aged man said with a laugh. “They repeatedly begged me to find some gossip about you. They want news about you so badly that someone might give their life up for it!”

Melody chimed in quickly, “It’s not easy to find gossip about our little young master! He lives as purely as an angel!”

True, as long as we do not count the whole hero thing—angels probably do not run around chasing criminals with a scythe. That sounds more like a grim reaper.

The gray-haired, middle-aged man shook his head as he said, “If all celebrities lived like your little young master, all reporters would have to hang themselves. It might be good to even make some news deliberately. You do have to give them something to go on, you know?”

“Haha!” Melody winked and said coyly, “Director Xiao~~~ You know that I’m just the manager. It all depends on whether the little young master would want to fake the news!”

The young master shook his head resolutely at once, and no one seemed to be surprised. I suppose this is not the first time the young master has refused.

Director Xiao sighed and said, “Well, we can’t do anything if your brother can’t show up on film. Come on, let’s finish shooting for the show!” He sounded very disappointed.

The young master nodded and said to me, “Gē, just wait for me to finish shooting! Then, we can go to X-Killer to buy some clothes. I’m going to buy you twenty outfits this time!”

I smiled and almost said, “Thank you, young master,” but caught myself in time and instead said, “All right. I will wait for you.”

Hearing that, the young master went back to work happily. They went back into the set, where Director Xiao and a female show host sat on a two-seat sofa, while the young master sat alone in an armchair.

As the microphones were turned on, the gray-haired, middle-aged man took the clothes I brought out of the bag. Spreading them out, he exclaimed along with the female show host, “Wow, your old clothes are seriously out of date! This is simply too incredible! Which antique store did you dig these clothes out from?”

The young master smiled shyly and said, “I wasn’t very good at buying clothes back then. Actually, I’m still not that good at it, but the shop owner of X-Killer coordinates my outfits when I shop there.”

“Speaking of that, you really are X-Killer’s best model. Ever since you began to endorse the brand, it has become so popular that people need to place orders in advance…”

Melody came to stand by me, so I asked her worriedly, “Is it okay to announce that I am a vampire just like that?”

“They’d figure it out sooner or later anyway even if we don’t admit it. Didn’t you hear how much those reporters want to get news about the young master?” Melody eyed me and said, “The young master is a celebrity known by everyone in Sunset City. So many cameras surround him all the time. Did you really think none of them would catch us? Impossible!”

So that is the case. I nodded in agreement and was suddenly grateful that non-humans were no longer a secret. Now this will only appear in the entertainment news, not as the headlines of general news.

“Butler, the young master just told me that he wants to have fun at a club after we finish shopping for clothes!” Melody sounded confused, but also very happy and excited.

I paused and replied confusedly, “Club? Why would the young master want to go to such a place?”

No, I should ask, “Why would the young master want to go ‘have fun’?”

“I don’t know either,” Melody was also confused. “Today, he suddenly asked me what’s fun around here, so I told him clubs are pretty fun. Then, he told me he wants to go to a club to have fun.”

This is not a lingering effect from the case of attacking the other heroes, is it? I was a little worried, so I shared this worry with Melody.

However, Melody thought about it briefly and said, “But the young master hasn’t been acting weirdly about anything else? It’s just a club anyway, and we’ll be with him, so nothing big can happen! Besides, the young master really needs to create some news to become more famous! With the news of having two vampires by his side, plus his going to a club… haha! The young master’s fame will explode!”

Melody seems to have gotten addicted to being a manager? I tried to convince her subtly, “Perhaps the young master does not need to be too famous, or else he would not have enough energy left to be a hero too. He had previously accepted large amounts of work to distract himself, so now he might not…”

“What are you talking about?” Melody interrupted me suddenly and said indignantly, “The young master has so much potential as a model, so of course he should be famous! Should he be a nameless model instead?”

I quickly said, “I did not mean that. Of course the young master is great as a model. But do models need to go on shows or create news?”

“Of course! He’d lose popularity if there isn’t any news about him, so we have to work hard to create hype! Then, the young master can keep being a model. I’m working very hard as a manager…”

Is Melody not trying too hard to argue? Usually, even if she does not agree with me, she arrogantly leaves a few sentences as explanation, and does not care whether I really understand or not. Yet she is trying so hard to explain today?

I looked at Melody suspiciously. She looked up and down uncomfortably, but after a full ten minutes under my consistently disbelieving stare, she added guiltily, “The young master lets me take ten percent of his earnings as overtime pay for additionally being his manager.”

So that is the case.

“I don’t care. I need more money to buy clothes! I earn more if the young master is more famous!” Melody claimed, refusing to back down.

I sighed. Ignoring the problem of how famous the young master should be, I need to take care of the problem right in front of me! I asked, worried, “Are we really going to take the young master to a club?”

Melody said immediately, “Yes, of course! Don’t you remember you promised me that you’d go to a club with me?”

There… might have been something like that.

“Hugging the young master to my left and embracing Luo Chu to my right, with the butler opening the way in front of me… Oh ho ho ho! I will definitely be the queen of the club tonight!” She said excitedly, then turned to warn me suddenly, “Butler, you’d better dress up properly for me! You look fine right now… I’m warning you, don’t you dare pick less revealing clothes at X-Killer later.”

But the whole point of buying new clothes is to buy less revealing clothes.

Melody did not want to hear any excuses as she muttered to herself, “It’s useless to tell you that! I need to remember to tell Olga to find revealing clothes for you. And tight pants. To showcase that bubble butt!”

“…”

The show seemed to be going well, and they finished after only two hours or so. After finishing, the young master talked to Director Xiao for a bit, then walked toward us, but was surrounded by the staff before he could make out half a sentence. Many staff members held pictures of the young master and also had pens. They probably wanted autographs.

The young master did not refuse anyone and signed all of them before waving goodbye. “Thanks for today, everyone! Bye bye!”

The staff all bid the young master farewell as well.

The young master turned and cried excitedly, “All right! Let’s go to X-Killer to buy clothes!”

Can I go shop somewhere else?

“You have to go with us!” Melody whispered to me quickly. “You see, the young master is really famous now, so there will definitely be people taking pictures of him at the club, and those pictures will probably make headlines the next day! Think about it. If the master sees pictures of the young master wearing clothes that don’t even fully cover his butt… we’re all dead!”

You want me to show it all off, but are worried about the young master revealing too much?

Melody said, annoyed, “If the young master shows too much, the master will kill vampires. If you show too much… What, Sadina will crawl out of her coffin to kill me?”

I faltered upon hearing Sadina’s name and could only give a wry smile in return.