Chapter 194 Ch193 Golden Island
Chapter 194 Ch.193 Golden Island
Regarding the recent change in the judge's dressing style, other executives only attributed it to Enid Jutia's eccentric habits - this is normal, and every ritualist who has set foot on the road and gone further and further understands:
The distortion of the soul will be reflected in the character.
And Enid Jutia is an eight-ring ritualist, the highest point of the Tribunal.
It's no big deal if she is occasionally "eccentric".
Almost even Fernandez thinks so.
Except Roland.
Recently, Enid's office has a large mirror: just above the fireplace, with a light silver pattern running through it.
In addition, the room, which has always been plain, has a huge wardrobe, a new wardrobe, and it doesn't look cheap. The exposed wooden boards are full of patterns of flowers and vines, the paint is dark brown, and the handles are made of silver metal. I don't know if it's real silver.
Next...
It's Enid herself.
This serious judge who has hardly worn anything other than black and purple for many years has recently started to try to wear other bright colors:
For example, a bright yellow silk lace dress, a light blue one-piece skirt, a velvet bonnet, gloves and socks of the same silk material that make his hands and feet vaguely visible.
Including red, thin tweed slippers that can make his feet look particularly snowy, and even some rebellious, lipstick that only non-proper women would wear.
The reason why Roland knew that this had nothing to do with the "road" was because -
"Because you are also like this."
...Yeah.
Recently, Roland has been dressing like a big businessman who is going to negotiate with the queen and pay to buy half of the country.
Silver brooch, ironed suit, shiny button boots, rarely used black lacquered cane that Enid originally gave him, silk top hat - the only thing he did sloppily today was because he had to train with Fernandez.
Otherwise.
"Otherwise, every day will be like being married."
"You two don't need to put pressure on each other, really."
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I respect Enid, and Enid also respects me.
"Replace 'respect' with 'seduction', and it makes sense."
Anyway, according to Wrench, it's just two 'idiots' in love who 'haven't confirmed their relationship' but 'understand each other' and are flirting in a tacit way.
Roland was quite happy.
Compared to his 'boring and dull' suits, he can see a 'new' Enid almost every time he comes.
I feel great.
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I like Enid to wear house skirts or casual clothes. Now I understand what Randolph meant by 'the art of the sculptor'.
"You can say such shameless and vulgar words?"
-
You taught me well.
"That's true."
Roland knocked twice, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open.
Enid was wearing a cream-colored house skirt with a corset today, which made her look fuller and smoother.
Especially when Roland entered the room, she was leaning over to light an old oil lamp.
This action of turning her back to the door made Roland immediately take back the greeting he was about to say, and quickly closed the door with his backhand, standing there quietly waiting for her to "finish".
"I didn't know Fernandez would delay you for so long, Roland."
She didn't have her hair tied up, and her brown silk fell on both sides of her cheeks, covering her ears and part of her face; the hem of her skirt was very "high", so her translucent silk stockings and soft white soft shoes could be seen.
The firelight reflected the blush on her face, and she stared at Roland with her focused and passionate eyes.
"Good evening, Roland."
"Good evening, Enid."
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I don't know when the two of them no longer sat opposite each other - the sofa in the presiding judge's office was particularly soft and sticky.
Roland was trapped inside, letting the tall, mature woman rustle on the carpet:
Took off his hat and put away his cane. She picked up the kettle from the small stove and brewed hot tea. She put the prepared tableware in place and turned the double-layered dinner plate so that Roland could more easily take the freshly baked cakes.
——This awkward feeling of sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor was mixed with a sense of relief that was hard to explain.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
Enid put down the teapot and tucked her loose hair behind her ears, but did not speak.
The gentle light, the occasional burst of sparks from the fireplace, and the rising white mist.
Roland liked this atmosphere where he could hear each other's breathing.
They often sat like this, eating and drinking, but not talking for half an hour.
"...You should hire a maid, Roland."
Enid broke the silence first.
She found some unironed wrinkles on Roland's collar and pinched and pushed them with her fingers. "At least hire a cleaning maid."
She meant a low-level cleaning maid.
Five to seven shillings a week, only a dozen pounds a year - but this can save Roland a lot of trouble in ironing, and he doesn't have to be ruined by his old uncle who doesn't know how to take care of people.
Enid asked Roland if three pounds a week was enough, but Roland asked in return when the money for the last "mask" was deducted from the weekly salary.
Then Enid started talking about the weather.
Talk about the weather at night.
"I came to you today to talk about roads and rings."
Enid smoothly skipped the topic of gold pounds, and did not hurriedly separate her hands, and tightened her soft skirt back - this made the soft and thin fabric more docile.
Coincidentally.
Roland couldn't stare at a certain place and ignore other places like a normal "blind" person.
Because there were always troublemakers in his sight who deliberately used white flames to outline some not-so-decent pictures.
He could only try to ignore them and make his eyes more polite.
"I think Fernandez told you that most ritualists rely on sects or similar organizations. They draw nutrients from these organizations - including the ring-raising ceremony, strange objects, great arts, invisible arts, knowledge about roads or mysterious worlds..."
Enid looked at Roland.
She had already wrapped herself in a thin "secret", but she didn't find that someone was "looking" at her with the same power.
This made the chief judge a little unhappy.
"But not all ritualists are willing to join the sect and be bound." She sighed, and "casually" pulled her skirt to make it tighter.
"Yes, "Wanderer", right?"
Roland asked.
He couldn't stand the ghost thing that kept drawing "circles" and "arcs" for him, so he subconsciously rolled his eyes and glanced at it.
Enid's mood became much better.
"Yes, 'Wanderers'." She said, "Just like the candles that Fernandez gave you and Shandel - small secret meetings. Wanderers, those ritualists without sects and organizations, also have a place similar to 'secret meetings' to exchange knowledge and necessary information."
"At the beginning, it was indeed only 'Wanderers' who went there."
But gradually, due to the special location, ritualists of many sects also joined in.
It no longer belongs exclusively to wanderers.
"Golden Island."
Enid said.
"It's also called the City of Gems."