Chapter 54 The Clown and the Dishwasher

"You can say that." The strange uncle replied. By now Asimov was out of breath - he screamed and ran for a while in admiration, but unfortunately he did not get beyond the carpet in the front hall.

"It's too big here." He spread his hands and feet. He threw himself down on an antique lounge chair with a thud.

Oh my god. So soft. It doesn't hurt at all. If there are many such deck chairs hanging upside down in the sky, then you can just launch crazy people up there. They will be treated comfortably. Crazy people need to be made comfortable because they are uncomfortable enough as it is…

There's no need to think about that now.

The boy blinked and looked at his strange uncle. Now he is a somewhat familiar uncle. "You are the only one in such a big palace. How amazing." He concluded with a smile. "That's not right." He quickly came to his senses and shook his finger - blue eyes with fire, burned joints covered with scales, black textiles on his body, and very low, almost able to resonate with anything larger than a pond. Magnetic voice. The surprise which these miraculous appearances had first given him had subsided.

Now he's past the surface.

Ah ha. Just like an adult should do. "You are not human. Uncle." He said firmly. "I found out. Do you know how I found out?"

The other party still seemed calm and a little absent-minded. "What?" He stood there as if floating in the air, with most of his body blocked by shadows.

"Give me something to eat first and I'll tell you. By the way." Asimov stretched out his hand. "I'm Asimov. What's your name?"

"You can call me 'Duke'." The Duke said with burning eyes. He raised his hand slightly and grabbed a coconut from the air. "Snapped". Patted on the boy's outstretched hand.

Asimov took it.

"I thought you were the emperor. Uncle. Is this your place? I thought the emperor was in charge of things in the palace. And there should be more people working here to help him. Clowns, dishwashers... Uncle Willy Xiao said , there are clowns and dishwashers in every palace.”

Maybe there's also an "author". He opened the coconut and complained before he could give an example. This coconut, like those outside, is still a pale coconut on the inside. A bad coconut.

But okay. He is now in a powerful, quiet, resplendent and beautiful palace - the sea view here is stunning. Sea of ​​sand. He could make do with the beautiful ocean view and comfy lounge chairs.

Asimov reluctantly took a bite of the white coconut.

As bad as imagined. Within five seconds he was holding the coconut and started vomiting, directly into the opening of the coconut.

He was vomiting profusely but didn't feel any better.

The Duke didn't know when he moved behind him. The back of my neck suddenly felt like it was on fire. Asimov was burned, coughed, and threw the coconut away.

The coconut shell and the mysterious liquid inside drew an arc full of branches, smashed through a window and flew out.

The Duke reappeared further away. Sitting behind a high table with an extra book in hand. The feeling that your skin is about to smoke disappears instantly.

Asimov wiped his mouth, turned his head and looked around, and regretfully found that the beautiful painted window had become completely transparent. The Duke seemed indifferent to it - he just opened the book to one of the pages and glanced at it casually:

"Do you need any other food?"

Asimov scratched his head. "I'm full for now. But thanks. Hey. Although I didn't eat...uncle. Listen, I just promised to tell you how I knew you were not human, and I'll tell you now. Then you can tell me, Is what I said correct?"

"Yes. But that's not important."

"Oh." Asimov was stunned for a moment. "Then what's important?"

He crossed his hands and placed them on his stomach, feeling suddenly blessed in his soul—or maybe his stomach. He looked at the two flaming eyes opposite. Wonder why they don't burn the pages. Regardless, his brain seemed to be working again. "Am I no longer a vampire?"

The look on the Duke's face told him he was right.

"I am no longer a vampire." Asimov thought about it and continued. "So I used to be a vampire. So it doesn't matter whether I'm human or not? Hi. Uncle." He gave up. "I really don't know what you are talking about. I have been like this since I was a child. Many people can prove it. Grandpa Zhi. Uncle Willy Xiao. Sister Ya. I don't lie much when it doesn't benefit me. Especially to my family. .

correct. Speaking of family members. Have you met my family? Just when you're fighting with a cloud of black smoke - that's a fight, right? "

The expression on the Duke's face seemed to say: I've seen it before.

But he said, "No."

"Oh, oh. Then I should go find them. The floods have receded, which is good news. But you must not know what happened there for us. Ha!"

"Is something wrong?"

"It's okay. It's okay."

Asimov stood up unsteadily, grinning. He walked outside. "We are all authors now. We write our own stories. They are absolutely fine. They just don't know anything yet! I'm going to teach them all Uncle Willy Shaw's experience. But it's up to them whether they listen or not! "

He immediately prepared to push the door open - successfully pushed it open, and then his vision went dark.

The inhuman Duke stood in front of him. Just like before, it appeared suddenly. Kill a ray of light. The Duke looked taller and leaner than before. The blue flame in his eyes was very peaceful, but it still had a deadly feeling.

Perhaps what was really important - he just saw - there was a huge, fresh wound on the Duke's chest. As if someone had just stolen his heart.

"Hey. You're hurt," Asimov said. "You were indeed fighting before. I really didn't expect that something could get you hurt. What happened?"

"fine."

"Oh. Oh." Persuasion. That's it. With such a horrific wound, he was still able to be persuaded that it was okay. Asimov really began to admire this inhuman uncle who became more and more familiar to him. "That's okay." He hesitated a little, but still succeeded in believing the other person. Nod. "If everything's okay. Should I leave first?"

The prince did not move, but smiled. Revealing a row of shining fangs.

His eyes suddenly passed through him.

"What else do you think there should be?" The blue eyes swept across the walls, corridor entrances, and decorated attics, staying only for a moment at each place. "What did you just say a palace should have? Clowns and dishwashers?"

His voice is very nice. Very convincing.

"Yes. But..."

"Now there is." The Duke's eyes returned to him. "Turn around."

"But I..." Persuasion, that's it. Asimov couldn't help but turn around - he heard a rustling sound before turning around.

A court jester in a pointed hat was presenting him with flowers. His smile was exaggerated with oil paint, and his nose was long and curved.

Asimov was stunned for a moment.

A chill on the top of my head.

Several strange birds with outstretched wings were carrying a stack of plates. Gliding over him.

Asimov stared. Watch them disappear into the side entrance to a room. Soon, there was the sound of dishes being washed.

"Uh. Very good." He was a little embarrassed. "That's good. Haha. Really. But I..."

"What else?" The Duke looked at him. There was mystery and sincerity in his eyes at the same time. "What else does a real palace need? Tell me about it."

(End of chapter)