The gentleman's invitation was perfunctory as a joke. Lyle had already been struck by the Holy Light in his life, and he didn't want to receive a double psychological and physical blow.

I am absolutely! I will never have anything to do with the Holy Light again.

After rejecting Mr. Gentleman, Lyle was no longer embarrassed to talk to him, and his strong energy quickly moved to the decoration of the castle.

It's not much different from the castle in my impression, but it's much smoother and cleaner. Even the ceiling more than ten meters high is spotless. Maybe it's because of magic. Magic is really convenient. Clean places feel much brighter to Lyle.

Huh? Bright? How long has it been since I used this word? Ever since I traveled to the Middle Ages with backward living standards, I haven’t seen many butter lamps.

What kind of lighting device can make a person accustomed to light pollution in the future feel bright? This is the Middle Ages now.

It's like a fish on the beach suddenly realizing that it can't breathe without water.

Lyle began to look for the source of light in surprise.

About three feet away from the roof, palm-sized light sources were symmetrically arranged on both sides of the wall. The light was a little more dazzling than incandescent lamps, and Lyle couldn't help but squint his eyes.

It wasn't until I got used to it that I could see its original appearance more clearly.

It is in the shape of a water drop, with a light gray curtain wrapping the lamp body on the outside. The lamp body emits light yellow light, bringing a touch of warmth to the castle late at night, giving it a bit of a family gathering atmosphere, although the surrounding visitors did not become enlivened by the atmosphere.

, more like a meditator. Compared with them, Lyle felt that he was too frizzy.

There are too many similarities that remind Lyle of the light bulb, which was a product of the second industrial revolution. You must know that the Renaissance outside has not yet begun, and may not begin in the Middle Ages. Andry College is already so far ahead of the times.

?!

What is its energy source? Chemical energy? Electric energy? Solar energy? Nuclear energy? Or is it more magical? Arcane? Holy light? Or other unknown energy.

It seems that his line of sight is too direct.

Lyle noticed that the light source he was looking at began to go out. What is the principle? Gaze capture, photosensitivity reaction, or mental detection.

Ah, it's bioenergy.

It was a creature. It was a luminous bat hanging upside down on the wall. The light-colored curtain was his bat wings, and the light was his belly. It seemed that it could control the size of the light by itself.

Seemingly disturbed by Lyle's sight, he swooped down from mid-air.

About to be attacked?

"Hello, sir, do you need service?" The glowing bat restrained its light, fixed itself to the wall in front of Lyle with one front foot and two feet, and placed its other arm across its chest, its small head

Lowering his head slightly towards Lyle, he was saluting.

Lyle was as helpless as a country bumpkin.

"You can talk."

"Yes, sir, this is one of the basic qualities of the light bat. Please do not doubt my service ability. I am part of Andre and I am professional."

There seemed to be a small hidden contempt coming from the light bat's little head, and the gentleman also came to join in the fun.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, do you want to hire this light bat?"

"Hire? You mean, the kind that pays for services?"

"Yes," the light bat hovered around Lyle, "look at my small and exquisite figure, look at my skillful flying skills, I can be placed comfortably in every corner you want, every time I move

The slight sound will never interfere with your intense work. My lighting level can reach up to level three for twelve hours. It is definitely the best lighting tool you have ever seen in your life. The most important thing is..."

"In addition to common language, I know twelve foreign dialects, twenty-seven proverbs and three hundred and seventy-two bedtime stories. I am currently reading nature books such as the cycle of life, and I am also involved in life sciences.

I also won the second prize for eloquence from the literary society, and I am definitely your best companion for home travel..."

My life is worse than that of a light bat.

"What are you waiting for? It's better to act than to move your heart. All you need is a goat's milk cake made by Miss Harley or a light bat massage kit made by Mr. Dori, and you can have such a wonderful me for one day."

"Don't you charge money?"

"Money, you mean in shiny gold coins."

"Yes."

"Sir, I am a bat, a mammal, not a reptile egg-laying creature that likes shiny things."

This is a racist bat.

"Can money make me full? Can it make me comfortable? No!"

"Money can buy you what you want."

"Haha, can't you just give me what I want? Why bother?"

He is a man who is turning back the clock on history.

"Well, don't you want to eat meat? For example, insects, spiders, etc.?"

"Meat, think about it." It seemed to have touched its sore spot. It stopped on Lyle's shoulder, and the light on his belly flashed, "Sir, you are new here, Andre, except for a few

Outside of the community that likes to cultivate, you don’t want to see a living creature. There is not even a fly here, let alone eating meat, and you can’t even eat fruits. It is said that my ancestors could eat meat at first, but later

Because of the deterioration of the environment, I can only eat cake. Look at my teeth, even my teeth are about to deteriorate."

The light bat opened its small mouth. It was obvious that he was overthinking it. His fangs made Lyle look a little frightened, and he felt that it would be very painful if he bit him.

Lyle felt a little sorry for it. He had never eaten meat, and there was no fruit yet, so he could only eat cake. It seemed that he had never eaten cake since he was so old.

"Mr. Gentleman, don't Andre have any other living creatures?"

"Well, although it's not explicitly prohibited, it's not much. After all, the breath of life is too strong and it's not pleasing to people."

Is the breath of life too strong? Is it too active and annoying? There is a certain truth to it.

"Life is not easy. I can only drink vegetable soup occasionally."

"Vegetable soup?" "Vegetable soup?" One was the exclamation of the light bat, and the other was the exclamation of Mr. Gentleman. Mr. Gentleman seemed to have something else besides simple surprise.

As a small mammal, the light bat does not have the patience of humans.

"Sir, the vegetable soup you are talking about is a soup containing vegetables from agricultural crops such as carrots and potatoes?"

"Yes."

"Are there any potatoes?"

"some."

"Are there any tender, juicy carrots? The kind that are meant for horses."

"...Yes, carrots can also be eaten by humans." In the eyes of the light bat, there is no distinction between horses and humans.

"Sir, can I eat it? I mean, you can give me the carrot as my service fee."

"So, how many do you want?"

"One, no, no, half, probably half will be enough." The light bat made a tentative movement.

Lyle looked at Mr. Gentleman.

"Is the goat's milk cake made by Miss Hally delicious?"

"I don't know, I've never eaten it." The gentleman shrugged helplessly.

"Don't compare light bats to humans. Their sense of taste is different."

Feeling sorry for Miss Hallie's goat's milk cake.

"As you can see, Mr. Lightbat, I don't have carrots now, but I promise to bring you a few when I come to Andre next time as compensation for chatting with me."

"Thank you, generous sir. It's a pleasure to communicate with you. If you need anything, please feel free to come to me. My name is Onion."

"You can call me the epidemic doctor, why do you want to give me a vegetable name?"

"Because that's the only vegetable my dad ever tasted."

"Then why don't you want to taste the onion with your name on it."

"Because I don't want my son to have the same name as his father."

Hiss, a strong reason.

Onion returned to his original position and continued to complete his lighting work.

Lyle and Gentleman moved on.

"Why didn't the light bats even eat vegetables?" Although materials were scarce in the Middle Ages, they were not so poor.

"Andree doesn't have much of a food source."

"Then why doesn't the light bat go out?"

"In order not to cause commotion, the light bat is Mr. Henry's modified creature. There are not many luminous things out there. Don't provoke human nerves, they are more fragile than you think."

"Then why don't others bring some food in? Is it difficult for us to come and go freely in Andrei?"

"That's not true, it's just not necessary. Who would carry food with them? Even if they want help from the light bat, they can just go directly to Miss Harley to purchase the goat's milk cake."

Mr. Gentleman spoke with a matter-of-fact attitude and showed indifference to such a simple task of carrying a few carrots. To Lyle, Mr. Gentleman was a good person who was willing to help others, but he was only willing to help "people".
Chapter completed!