Balalaika.
The maid is preparing this cocktail using 1 vodka, 0.5 white Caruso and the same amount of lemon juice.
In the uppermost suite of a hotel-style apartment where you can see the evening view of Moscow, Youye said that he made a pretty good sound this time and should celebrate it.
In Luo Qiu's palm, the soul light ball that had just arrived shortly after completing the transaction was floating.
The night view of Moscow outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window is full of colorful lights, and this soul light ball is also colorful.
But it's no longer Kamala.
It is just its most original appearance, and the individual as Kamala has disappeared the moment the transaction is completed.
"Just like an orange, after peeling off the skin, you can get the sweet and juicy pulp. Kamala is this layer of skin."
Boss Luo recalled the maid's explanation about this situation. It was said that this situation had happened twice before him, when the previous boss was in charge of the club.
But in the previous two times, the quality of the angel's soul finally obtained was not as high as the one hidden in Kamala this time.
The prepared balalaika was gently placed on the small round coffee table next to Luo Qiu, "It should be a good way to separate Kamala from the soul of the Celestial Master. "
You Ye also stared at the soul light ball in the boss's hand with an obsessed look, "This time, your previous thoughts, master, have been well verified."
"Thoughts?" Luo Qiu didn't react for a moment.
But Youye murmured the sentence he had heard in his mind like a memory, "If time can make it brew fragrance, are you willing to wait?"
Luo Qiu raised the classical wine glass next to him. In theory, he was not used to drinking vodka, but he felt that the prepared drink was surprisingly easy to drink.
However, it was probably because there was no longer any alcohol that could affect his body.
There were small slices of lemon next to it. Luo Qiu then picked up one and put it in his mouth. The sour taste made him frown, "Well, why are the souls of angels in the bodies of ordinary people?"
You Ye said: "I have heard some things from my superior before, but I don't know much. It seems that angels who make mistakes will be punished and reincarnated in the human world. When angels suffer in the human world, and the sins in their hearts are finally washed away, they can rush back to heaven. "
"Go down to earth and experience calamity," Luo Qiu said subconsciously.
The maid girl tilted her head.
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "Our country has the same legend since ancient times. If the immortals in the sky violate the laws of heaven, they will be thrown into the mortal world. Only after they have experienced enough disasters can they return to the immortal class. Well, story book That’s what the boss said.”
The maid lady nodded and said: "There are indeed many myths and stories handed down in the master's country."
Luo Qiu glanced at Youye.
There was no way for her to directly read the ledger on the negative floor, but when the account was collected, it was indeed Youye who had personally brought out the ledger.
This goes back to the fact that the previous boss was still there. The previous boss was really a qualified old otaku who never left the house. Well, a qualified and very handsome old otaku.
Therefore, from the time he started staying at the club, except for the customers who came to the door and he had to show up due to the rules, all the bill collection work was left to You Ye.
The account recorded in the ledger will automatically remind the maid once the time is almost up, and all she can see is only the content of the transaction.
So she may not know much or even nothing about heaven.
As for Eastern mythology, the situation is probably similar.
heaven heaven
"Master, is there something on my face?"
Youye looked at Luo Qiu's eyes and asked with a blink.
Luo Qiu shook his head and said softly: "I know you prefer to dress up. But don't worry, I'm staring at you not necessarily because there is something on your face, but maybe because I like to look at it."
Youye's eyes brightened, and he suddenly stood up and said softly: "Master, wait a moment."
Luo Qiu, who wanted to know what You Ye planned to do, changed his sitting position and saw You Ye walking into the suite.
Soon after, the lights in the room were dimmed, leaving only the edge downlights, which were still warm yellow light.
The sound system placed next to the TV screen automatically sounded at this time, and the sound of the music immediately attracted Luo Qiu's attention. He subconsciously grabbed the box placed on the sound system.
Glanced at the cover.
Almida Palace.
This is the background music to this ballet at the Palazzo Almida.
Luo Qiu knew what might happen next. He looked at the corridor with expectant eyes. The moment the music suddenly started playing, the maid lady appeared in the hall of the suite.
In such a short period of time, Yuye couldn't seem to find an orthodox ballet outfit or even shoes, but this didn't seem to be a problem for the maid.
Black and silk, it was draped over her body and turned into the thinnest pajamas, with her fair skin vaguely visible, and it became her dance costume.
On the white soft carpet, there seems to be no need for dancing shoes.
Youye's left leg stood on tiptoe, and her toes completely became the support point of her body, while her right leg extended backwards almost horizontally. Her hands were open.
Like wings, waving slowly.
Her body is slightly leaning forward. Is it because of her pajamas?
Some more wonderful scenery naturally unfolded in front of Luo Qiu.
She was spinning, she was jumping slightly, she stepped on the beat, like a black swan passing by on the clear sky-colored lake.
In front of his master, she danced a dance she had never danced before.
I just won't tell you the dividing line of what happened.
Tsk tsk.
It must have been the sound of fried eggs because of my constitution. When the boss didn't need to care about the fat intake, the maid would use better-tasting butter even if she was just frying eggs.
Luo Qiu could already smell the aroma of breakfast. He opened the curtains in the living room of the suite and looked at the morning in the city. He was in a good mood.
"Master, it will be ready soon, and the toiletries are ready." The maid's voice came from the kitchen.
Luo Qiu stretched, turned on the TV, and saw this news report:
“Last night around midnight, the famous painting The Unknown Girl from the Tretyakov Art Museum was stolen.” To be continued.
