"Alright, Marshal."
Ya Xiao carefully fastened the buttons and took a step back in satisfaction, raising his head at Qin Qi with a bright smile.
Qin Qi's line of sight fell on Ya Xiao's delicate face, those blue eyes still simple and dazzling.
The butler was a kind-hearted ordinary person.
And his duty was to protect ordinary people. Even if he sacrificed everything for it, he must fulfill his mission.
Qin Qi collected the emotions in his eyes and before he could say anything more, he met Ya Xiao's hesitant blue eyes, "What's wrong?"
"How are you feeling physically now, Marshal?"
Ya Xiao asked sheepishly, and under Qin Qi's gaze, he pulled a random excuse, "You suddenly got up an hour late today, so I'm worried that you're not feeling well."
"If you're not feeling well, you can rest for a while."
Today's most important arrangement was to head to the military academy. There was no particular fixed time, so it was just a matter of getting there by the afternoon.
"No need, go to the office first."
Qin Qi didn't feel that he needed to rest. He raised his foot and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and raised his hand to rub Ya Xiao's hair, the soft strands running through his fingertips. The young man's clear blue eyes narrowed as if he were a small animal.
He remembered how much Ya Xiao liked to have his head rubbed.
"There's no need to worry about me."
Qin Qi withdrew his hand with a calm expression.
Ya Xiao was suddenly stroked on the head by the villain. His eyes were a bit blank at first then instantly brightened up a lot, while his mood inevitably skyrocketed.
"Okay."
He nodded obediently while saying to the system in his mind, [Fourth Uncle, I like the villain so much!]
The villain would actually take the initiative to touch his head!
The system had just awakened from snooze mode. It wiped its non-existent drool and was just about to perfunctorily hmm two times, but then it heard the host's topic change:
[If I had known I would have slowed down a bit yesterday.]
What slowed down a bit?
Hearing the system's question, Ya Xiao explained the matter of his heart's weakness: [My magic power would have negatively affected the villain's body if it traveled too fast.]
The villain was so good, Ya Xiao had a little bit of guilt.
The system heard this and looked at the villain whose back was strong and straight. To be honest, it was hard for it to see that there was something wrong with the villain's body: [Host, how is your demon value collection degree rising?]
Ya Xiao realized something, called out the panel, and found that the demon value's current rate of increase wasn't too different from the previous rate of increase, which meant that the villain's body was now the same as before, and there were no major problems.
The system also saw the value.
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Qin Qi noticed that the butler behind him suddenly stopped. He looked over with a slight sideways glance, "What is it?"
"Marshal, you go to the office first. I'll cook for you today."
Ya Xiao pondered about going to the mall to buy some of the demon's favorite tonic to nourish Qin Qi's body.
"No need to be so troublesome."
Qin Qi wasn't particular about his diet during working days, and specific flavors of supplements were enough to support his three meals a day.
"No, the nutritional supplements in the central city don't have your favorite blueberry flavor. You've been working so hard lately, and you don't sleep well every day, so maybe it has something to do with consuming nutritional supplements on a regular basis."
Ya Xiao's eyes were sincere as he looked at Qin Qi.
On the surface, the black-haired young man looked like he was really blaming everything on the nutrients, unaware that Qin Qi's poor sleep was all due to not sleeping and going out in the middle of the night.
Seeing this, Qin Qi acquiesced to Ya Xiao's statement.
He couldn't let anyone know the real reason for his insomnia.
"Trouble you."
Ya Xiao curved his eyes at Qin Qi, then turned around and headed to the back kitchen, while Qin Qi sat in his room and opened his optical brain, tapping on a person's chat box. After a long time, his finger tapped on the screen.
[Thanks a lot.]
The message was successfully sent. There was no response from there. Qin Qi was not concerned. He put away the optical brain and walked towards the office.
Inside the office, there were only two adjutants, Mist and Soren.
"Marshal, you're up!"
Mist observed the marshal's mental condition and instantly relaxed his heart after realizing that there was nothing special.
In the morning, he saw in his optical brain Ya Xiao's message that said the marshal hadn't woken up yet. He was really a bit worried that the marshal had physical problems, but as of now, there shouldn't be any major problems.
"Where's Ya Xiao?"
Mist looked behind the marshal and was a bit surprised when he didn't see Ya Xiao, who usually followed the marshal.
As a rule, Ya Xiao would have finished handing over matters to himself before leaving.
"He went to help me prepare breakfast."
Qin Qi didn't mention more about this matter and turned to say, "Transfer the surveillance authority of this building to my optical brain."
Surveillance authority?
Mist and Soren looked at each other. Was something wrong?
Soren silently opened his optical brain to make transfer arrangements, and Mist didn't ask why.
Although they were the marshal's right-hand men, until now, there were still many things they were unclear about that the marshal would not tell them.
It was unknown when the marshal had gotten used to resisting everything alone. When the marshal was still a lieutenant general, he would talk about almost everything with them.
"Marshal, it's done."
Soren's voice interrupted Mist's thoughts.
Qin Qi hmmed and removed the Bluetooth headset from the optical brain and put it on at his ear.
He pushed the time point of the surveillance to last night, multiple images flashed on the screen. There was a cacophony of sounds within the headset, but there was no figure or voice belonging to the young man.
Even Qin Qi's own bedroom didn't show Ya Bu, and not even the slightest suspicious sound could be heard.
It was obvious that Ya Bu should have carried something with him that shielded the surveillance signals, which wasn't surprising, after all, when Qin Qi himself left, he had also tampered with the surveillance.
Sure enough, it was hard to figure out.
Qin Qi looked at his bedroom in the surveillance, eyelashes slightly drooping. However, this was good.
Ya Bu's identity was strange but his strength was very powerful.
Although the purpose was unknown, he should be more credible than the Elder Council.
Remembering last night's loss of control, Qin Qi's fingers wrapped in black gloves tapped on the handle of the chair. He shouldn't have lost control. At least after a few years, Qin Qi knew that he shouldn't have lost control after leaving the Elder Council.
The five elders' either proud, silent, or serious looks flashed through his mind, finally coalescing into Lilith's sharp sarcasm.
As he thought about it, Qin Qi suddenly spoke out, "You will take the old clothes in my bedroom and examine them."
Old clothes?
When Mist heard this, he was a bit confused. Why should the marshal's old clothes be examined?
The marshal's clothes were all made of special materials. Even if there was an alienated state, they wouldn't be damaged in the slightest. Could it be that there was a problem with the material of the clothes?
"Okay."
Mist looked at the marshal's calm demeanor and knew clearly that the marshal would not give a reason, so he directly answered yes and led Soren out.
Before he could go out, the door of the office had already opened, and Ya Xiao pushed the food cart and walked in.
Seeing the two adjutants, Ya Xiao subconsciously gave them a smile and waved his hand.
Soren, who was wearing a gas mask, nodded to the butler, but it was Mist, who often treated him warmly on a regular basis, that didn't greet Ya Xiao. His line of sight landed on the breakfast on the food cart and didn't move for a long time.
Under the transparent meal cover, the dark soup was even gurgling and bubbling.
Why was this stuff still bubbling when it clearly wasn't boiled and burned? Mist had a complicated expression and was very puzzled.
It had to be said that every time Ya Xiao made something, it could refresh Mist's perception of food.
Whether it was the purple sauce skull bread or this mysterious soup in front of him that he didn't know what it was, but it couldn't be black rice porridge, after all, black rice porridge shouldn't have blue and purple leaves in it, and it wouldn't be wickedly bubbling.
This soup, drinking it would give you an upset stomach, wouldn't it?
"Are you dumb?"
Soren, who was next to him, pushed his arm against Mist.
Mist instantly snapped back to his senses and flashed a smile at Ya Xiao, sidestepping to allow the butler to come in first before following his brother out of the office.
When he turned back and closed the door, Mist unintentionally looked through the crack and saw that a not-so-obvious smile seemed to faintly appear in the marshal's eyes, so fast that it was as if it was an illusion on his part.
Because of the marshal's sudden and long-absent smile, Mist was a bit distracted along the way. When Soren was about to open the marshal's room, Mist even happened to bump into Soren's back.
"You're so interested in the black soup made by Ya Xiao?"
Soren pushed the door open and then turned his head to look at his brother, his low voice carrying a bit of teasing.
"What?"
Mist shook his head frantically, closing the door smoothly and saying to Soren, "That kind of thing should only be enjoyed by both the marshal and Ya Xiao, right?"
But it was because of Ya Xiao that the marshal was able to smile. Mist didn't know if the marshal was smiling because he loved that weird black soup or what, but it didn't stop him from feeling very pleased about it.
The marshal carried a lot of things alone and wouldn't tell them the truth, but it was enough to have someone who could make the marshal let go of all that he was carrying for a while and lighten his mood a bit.
"Yes?"
Soren said dully but not unkindly as he saw the old coat the marshal had placed on the chair, put on his anti-fingerprint isolation gloves, and put the clothes into a space bag.
"I thought you'd been staring at the black soup for so long because you wanted to drink it and was all set to cheekily ask Ya Xiao to ask for half a bowl for you."
"Stop it."
Mist thought of the black soup he had just seen and felt conscious that he was blessed to not consume it. He raised his gold-framed glasses, hooked the corner of his mouth, and said, "That was a loving breakfast that Ya Xiao had personally made for the marshal. If I ate too much of it and wasted it, Ya Xiao would be sad as well."
"What loving breakfast?"
Soren felt that his brother might have a bit of a problem somewhere, so he said, "Ya Xiao has a good temper. He should only be happy."
"What do you know, brat."
Mist snorted lightly as he thought about how he'd seen Ya Xiao fasten the marshal's buttons before, saying that he doesn't want to leave the marshal, and so on. He showed a bit of condescending pity for Soren under his glasses:
"Some love is different from friendship and family affection. It's unique, a desire to walk hand in hand, to spend a lifetime making soup just for you. Do you understand?"
Soren: ......
What do you mean?
The monitor was left on, the headphones were left on, and Qin Qi, who was planning to eat, heard the words through the clutter of sounds: ......
What the hell was Mist babbling about?