Chapter 566 Ch565 Halida's 'Belonging'
Chapter 566 Ch.565 Halida’s ‘belonging’
Such is the daily life of an executive.
There are not many true cultists, but the mortals who are 'tainted' by the invisible arts are like ants in a sugar bowl. For example, the woman who calls herself Ge Lin, and the 'small organization' behind her that spreads sorcery - by the way, it was a two-front operation that day.
Roland was on one side to arrest her, Fernandez on the other to capture the rest.
Compared to Ge Lin, the fate of her friends was not so good.
Except for one who was particularly clever and hid in the cabinet before Fernandez made a move - the rest of them didn't leave their bodies intact.
The whole house felt like it had been plowed back and forth for decades by the sickle made of storms in the arms of Death.
But the Tribunal does not need to pay a penny for this.
Later, Roland brought Halida into contact with several minor cases:
For example, suspected sacrificial murders, cult worship, illegal secret societies, etc. After several cases, our milk coffee lady has learned nothing except a "proud" attitude.
——The hands are folded and placed on the lower abdomen, the chin is slightly raised, and the face is expressionless.
Apart from this self-described 'bluffing' manner, Halida has learned nothing and dare not do anything - such as shooting, punching, and actually subduing a boy who is not as tall as her belly button.
No.
Roland gave up.
He planned to formally talk to Randolph about the maid after visiting Benevento - he didn't think there would be any difficulty, but it was just because of Halida's skin color and Teresa was an extremely 'traditional' maid. .
He was worried that Halida wouldn't be able to handle standard maid training.
"I can! Sir! I-I can do it!"
"Last time I said I would give the woman a left hook as soon as I entered the door, and you said you could."
Halida: Hooked, hooked...
"Ticked, but not completely hooked."
"I prefer to call it: the provocative serious slap on the face of the little black slave."
Roland:......
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Halida is already a ring.
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The "Iron Cavalry" part seems to be similar to the "Holy Flame", both of which can give people immediate combat power. I didn't expect...
"This was the case with the early 'iron cavalry' and 'assassins'."
"The harder it is, the higher her qualifications are."
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It also means more pain.
"That's true, but Roland, mastering any skill will be painful. You can't always want to be her father."
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What bullshit are you talking about.
"You know what I mean."
"Roland, the real purpose of the association is for the leader to absorb nutrients from the members so that he can go farther and farther and higher and higher on the path to becoming a god——"
"You can't do it the other way around."
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I am the ritualist, the wrench.
"so what."
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I am an otherworldly ritualist.
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I possess what mortals see as ‘divine power’, a power that makes people fear.
"so what."
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I can do whatever I like.
"Whatever. But it's much easier to be a 'beast' than a 'philanthropist'."
"Did I remind you?"
"Using Xander Kratof's identity and background, you will no longer have to worry about ritual objects; Lillian Rose Vansittart's new surname can provide you with conveniences in the worldly sense...in various aspects."
"Randolph Taylor - hold on to his sister and you will be able to use part of the Taylor family's power."
"And Enid Judea and the Inquisition."
"If you listen to me, you should slowly change the way you treat them...be smarter."
Roland didn't want to talk more about this matter with Wrench.
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You are not the only smart person in the world, my dear.
"It's been a long time since you called me honey..."
"It's still just as disgusting."
"very nice."
Halida was temporarily placed in Xander's residence. At night, after Roland finished talking, she might be able to meet all the people she should meet...
Speaking of which, there is only one.
"I've finished writing it for you."
Rose, whom I haven't seen for many days, is still beautiful... and noisy.
"I've been learning other fonts recently... fonts. Do you know how many fonts there are? And the rhythm of poetry - Roland, you don't know how long it took me to make the pen obedient... Although the teachers praised me for my extraordinary talent, I should have been a poetess or..."
Xander turned the page slowly.
at the same time.
Push the cup hanging on the corner of the table to the ground with the back of your hand.
Click.
The crisp cracking sound interrupted the chattering boast.
Rose:......
The green eyes glanced at her, then turned back to Roland's face, and continued as if no one else was watching: "...and the newspaper office. Do you know how many newspaper offices there are in the Shelley family? Aha! When I go to that newspaper office, I get a lot of them every day. Funny letters - they wouldn't make it into the papers, they're full of stupid things, I don't know how anyone can -"
Click.
Rose:......
She finally couldn't help it and smashed the table hard.
"If you don't want to listen, get out."
Xander raised his eyes slightly: "You have been talking for half the night, Miss Vansittart. I don't know how you have so many 'noteworthy' stories - even though they are not worth mentioning in themselves... Learn to write and read. It’s not even a miracle.”
As she spoke, she looked at Rose's face, and suddenly her voice changed and she apologized: "Maybe for you, I was rude, right?"
Rose wanted to kick her, but she gave Roland a solid kick under the table.
"You can go and fight on the side. I mean, uppercuts and the like..." Roland bent over and rubbed his knees, complaining: "Why do we have to put so much effort into this?"
He was referring to the "Fairy Ring".
This dreamland is completely different from what Roland saw at first.
A Gothic-style castle is surrounded by a U-shaped golden lake.
In addition to a small amount of white rock, the walls mostly use ceramics and gilding techniques. In this dream of ‘achieving the impossible’, Xander created an impossible ‘safe and sound’ building by integrating designs from reality:
The narrow opening serves as the 'foundation', but it suddenly widens upwards, making it look like it is floating on the lake from a distance.
Such a building would never be possible in reality.
Castle in the lake.
There are flower gardens in this building and a strange, eternal light that comes from nowhere. There is a concert hall with all the instruments and a studio that is almost a bath made of paint. An entire private 'ocean' is tucked into the flat floor and used as a bathroom that is always self-cleaning.
And, like a collection of folklore, there are rooms of various styles.
The space of the castle was several times larger than it looked, and Roland didn't have time to visit many places. According to Xander and Rose, they also built a 'shooting range' and a 'forest' covered with icing.
——The two girls have a considerable degree of tacit understanding in this regard.
Roland had no sense of participation in the whole process.
Just after he helped build an Indian-style room and planned to give it a name, he was no longer allowed to take part in the construction.
"So, you are planning to let that 'Halida' join us?"
Rose didn't have any good or bad opinions about skin color. Rather than her background, she was more interested in whether the woman was interesting enough and compatible with them.
"Then you will be disappointed." Xander answered calmly: "She is not courageous."
"Not big? Or not at all?" Rose glanced at Roland: "I thought I could have more night partners... You don't have any selfish intentions, you bad guy."
She muttered, and suddenly thought of a question. Her green eyes turned to Xander, suspiciously: "Why did you agree?"
Xander said "Ah", squinted his eyes, and answered very ambiguously: "Because I plan to keep a pet with Roland."
Wha...what?
pet?
"You treat people as pets?" Rose couldn't help but frown.
She was not surprised at all by what Xander Kratof did - this woman's mind was always thinking about harming this or that.
Apart from harming people, she has no other strengths.
"I don't think it's a good thing for someone who has no courage to join us, Roland. Although the "Tea Party" has not done anything earth-shattering, who can predict the future? "
Rose did not agree with Roland's proposal, but asked him if Halida could be brought to Shelley's house to stay temporarily.
She had heard Roland talk about her, and was she somewhat sympathetic to the poor girl...?
No.
It's more because she hates the other person.
"Even if we can't become a gang, Roland, we can't harm a girl who is already miserable enough, right? If we are really friends, we can't treat her like this."
Sure enough.
"I don't have any objections, as long as Halida agrees." Xander smiled a little weirdly: "Can you take good care of her?"
"There are many servants in the Shelley family, Miss Kratoffer, there are many." Rose raised her eyebrows at Xander demonstratively and raised her chin: "You don't seem to understand Shelley's capabilities at all?"
Xander chuckled: "It seems you understood before."
Rose:......
Pouting his lips, he turned his head and stared at Roland, as if if he said no word, he would immediately turn into a bird and peck him to death with his beak.
"It's not about taking care of her, Rose. Halida won't let anyone take care of her all day long. I originally wanted to entrust Theresa - as you know, I will leave the East District with my uncle and Yam soon, and I am missing someone. A steward."
Housekeeper?
Rose's heart moved, and her face became a little more enthusiastic: "I'm 'Shelley', Roland. If you want to ask someone for help, why bother asking Taylor?"
She was happy to admit it now.
But Rose didn't notice that the person she hated most secretly touched Roland's finger under the table.
Xander: 'Look, I know her better than you do. ’
Roland: ‘It’s not good to do this. ’
Xander: 'You should also write the twenty-inch scroll yourself. ’
Roland: ‘…Then let’s suffer Rose a little longer. ’