Chapter 558 Ch557 Special Field or ‘Influence’?
Chapter 558 Ch.557 Special "field"... or "influence"?
Now, Roland finally understood what Xander meant when he said, 'Even if you meet me, it will damage my reputation' - compared with the chaos and sticky sounds that happened in front of him, it was a 'little hobby' that required ropes and suffocation. Absolutely nothing.
Roland even thought that this Ms. Natalie might not like to do this at all. She just found an excuse to take a bath in a more special way...
"It's even more disgusting when you describe it this way."
What was even more disgusting wasn't Roland's description.
It was she who invited Roland to the table with great enthusiasm, introduced him ceremoniously to the ladies who had just been intimate with the corpse, and asked him to join them.
Unless Roland is crazy.
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No wonder Fernandez…
certainly.
It’s okay to say no.
Natalie asked someone to move a chair for him, and then asked him to wait for a while.
Wait until they finish their work.
This is a form of torture for those who possess occult organs.
Roland could clearly see the eyes of those men, the way they used their eyes to express their concentration and obsession without any distraction when swallowing fat, and their determination not to blink even if sweat beads flowed into their eyeballs——
"Each of them deserves a silent carriage."
yes…
It was just too much effort.
This crazy, fearless attitude even reminded Roland of the soldiers who charged on the battlefield against enemies several times their own. This may be considered an insult to the soldiers, but Roland believed that at least they had the same goal.
Endure the pain and defeat powerful enemies.
"If you had worked so hard, Yam would have lived a good life long ago."
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Shut up.
"Look, if the Big O-bat doesn't happen to save you..."
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I will not become a worshiper of the dead.
"But if you fall into the Nuoti Golden Lantern, this is probably the fate. Maybe the person sitting on the chair is a man."
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Might as well add Cradle of Flesh.
Talk about it.
Such behavior is already considered illegal.
Like the Cradle of Flesh.
Using living people to create corpses, and living people willingly - this kind of evil behavior is no different from the cradle of flesh and blood.
I have to say it’s different…
They are legal.
Legal within certain limits.
Roland really couldn't describe the tricks played by these gentlemen and ladies, but Wrench was happy to explain to him the name of each action and why it was called that name, such as 'playing the trumpet' - how did it know?
"What do you think?"
Anyway.
That hour was extremely long.
You deserve to die, Fernandez.
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"You're missing out on a fun game, Mr. Collins."
After finishing the happy things, Ms. Natalie spent another half an hour getting dressed. When she came out of the dressing room, the cheerful ritualist regained her sophistication and elegance.
A fat lady who is not too young.
He was wrapped in a fox fur scarf and a bone-colored lambskin cloak. Like a man, he had a long, curved staff with a silver ring in his hand.
She took Roland into her carriage and headed to the trial court.
"I'm not ready to participate yet." Roland said happily: "Maybe next time."
Ms. Natalie glanced at Roland with her small pod-like eyes, and the fat on her face lifted up.
She sniffed the smell in the carriage.
There was a... strange smell that she couldn't place.
The low-heeled side-buckle boots poked out from under the lace of the skirt and slowly probed towards Roland's seat opposite.
The white stockings made of silk embroidered with dark flying bird patterns were exposed, like a fat radish that had been carefully bound and could be sold at a good price.
"Some happiness, if you don't try it, you will never know how charming it is."
"Tell this damn fat guy to get lost."
Roland pursed his lips and retracted his legs slightly.
This action made Natalie pause and raise her short eyebrows.
Somehow, the closer she got to this man, the more uncontrollable desire surged in her heart—even more intense than before.
"Young people always covet beautiful boxes. Little do they know that what can really bring supreme happiness to people is what's inside the box..."
"Tell this damn fat guy to get lost."
"Have you ever met a real 'woman'? Mr. Collins?"
She used the toes of her boots to gently grind and rub against the car, stroking the car floor while staring at him with unabashed teasing.
"The Father of all things does not want men to be abstinent."
"Tell this damn fat guy to get lost."
However, Roland sat up straight (waist), and the smile on his face was visible to the naked eye. He talked to Natalie like this, smiling, nodding and shaking his head from time to time, approving or raising objections - this kind of response made the fat lady in front of him quickly lower the corners of his mouth.
She doesn't like such a man who doesn't know how to be charming.
Especially one executive, the executive that Enid Judith liked.
"My mentor and your mentor have known each other for more than ten years and are very good friends," Natalie said, "Mr. Collins, do you know why I insist on meeting you?"
The mentor knows the mentor well. In such a relationship, disciples usually follow the same pattern of getting along with each other as the previous generation, and even become closer.
Not just a two-path ritualist.
The Inquisition and the Circle of Eternity - that's what Natalie means.
"Maybe we can find a place to talk about it later... such as the Art Association, or some quiet salons." Roland smiled and said, "It should be my honor, Ms. Natalie."
Natalie stared at him for a long time, and said faintly: "It seems that your mentor has taken good care of you, right?"
Roland pretended to be puzzled: "The Tribunal does not have a 'mentor'."
"I guess you won't be so boring in front of Enid Jutia," Natalie retracted her feet, yawned loudly like an elephant, pushed her chin with her fleshy hand, and smiled: "You are a rare and charming man I have ever seen-no, I'm not talking about your face, Mr. Collins."
"A beautiful or handsome face is nothing in the eyes of "Dry Bones." "She licked her thick lips, like a statement, but also like a question: "I mean, the...intangible things in you."
"Invisible and intangible substances that are naturally attractive. ”
Her fiery eyes roughly unbuttoned Roland's buttons, almost tearing him apart to see clearly.
"It's amazing... Roland Collins."
She wanted to ask Roland if he was carrying any special "strange things", but she also understood the rules. If she didn't know him well, saying this would be equivalent to provocation.
Upset, upset.
Natalie stared at Roland, unable to understand what had happened to him - Natalie had seen too many men.
It's like steak.
If you have eaten tender, old, raw, cooked, half-cooked, chewy or soft, sweet or bitter.
One day, you found a piece of steak on the table...
It was glowing.
Doesn't this make people curious about its taste?
Others may not be able to say, attracted, all attributed to this unparalleled face - but Natalie is an old gourmet who has experienced many battles, and the owner of the corpse group, is "dry bones".
She knew full well that what really attracted her was not Roland Collins' face.
Few people really gave her this feeling.
To be harsh.
Almost none.
So Natalie became more curious.
What was going on?