Chapter 568 Ch567 Strange Color

Chapter 568 Ch.567 Strange Color

Roland failed to skate successfully.

He was led to his destination.

A bedroom larger than the entire herbal shop.

Starting from the second floor, there were soft carpets on the floor, so Roland couldn't slip secretly.

"I should not have been invited into Ms. Natalie's private room."

Roland looked at the quiet corridor and stopped in front of the door with the maid.

Of course, he could not enter any master's bedroom or private lounge without an invitation.

He and Natalie were not 'familiar'.

"This is not a lady's room, sir."

There was some age on the maid's face, but not to the extent of Teresa's. She twisted her head, and the wrinkles on her skin made her face look even more cold and terrifying.

Ever since Roland came in, she had not shown a smile, and her voice could not be heard rising or falling.

"Please wait in the room for a moment. Miss still needs some time."

She opened the door, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of invitation.

The seemingly spacious room was actually not spacious. It was filled with sundries, wooden boxes, and various musical instruments that Roland had seen or never seen before.

Except for a slightly obtrusive kerosene lamp, the bright and bright deep red interior decoration should make people feel warm - provided that the room is bright and not just relying on a bean-sized fire spot as the light source.

Roland hesitated.

This is not decent hospitality.

However, the indifferent maid had completed her task. After saluting Roland, she turned back without looking back and slowly disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Roland:? -

Why do I feel like something's wrong?

"Maybe this is your punishment for slipping?"

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You are always useless at critical moments.

"If I hadn't warned you, you wouldn't have been able to slide on just now."

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Yeah, that's great, I don't know how to thank you enough.

"Slide one more time."

Roland:......

He stood at the door for a long time with a droopy face, not a single servant in sight. After much hesitation, I had no choice but to walk into the room full of shadows and sit down on the most conspicuous piano bench of a piano——

There was no door closed, so that the maids passing by could see her.

He was facing.

"The atmosphere in Benevento's house is indeed a bit weird. I remember that old Benevento seemed quite talkative?"

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You remember too.

"Xander also spoke to him at the banquet."

Ever since Roland came to the door, the deathly silence seeping out of the cracks in the surrounding wood had been following him like a shadow.

Except for the maids who secretly looked at him, the entire building seemed to be opened by a huge mouth, sucking away the life force through every arched window - even in the bright and warm main hall, Roland could only feel a wave of energy coming from all directions. cold.

He even thought that if he laughed in such a place, a servant would immediately jump out to stop him and yell: What makes you so happy? !

Maybe once there is something wrong with the eyes, even if it is a minor problem, I will no longer be able to be a servant.

Those who were born mute should be grateful.

Thinking about it...

suddenly.

The hinges rubbed with a clatter.

The door was closed by an invisible hand.

At the same time, the only light source used for seeing on the table was blown out silently, and the darkness finally opened.

They quickly filled the entire bedroom.

But for Roland, it was still as bright as day.

Just behind the piles of boxes, a figure poked his head out - wearing not too thick silk pajamas, a lace-sleeved open-collar shirt, long hair hanging down his shoulders, holding a hair slightly longer than a small Arm of wooden baton.

Roland silently pushed back the half-drawn gun.

He held up his chin and watched quietly as it whirled around him, throwing out some glass beads from time to time and letting them scatter on the ground, making a terrifying sound.

Or unscrew the music box, open the cabinet door, slam it back hard, use your fingernails to make scratches on the wooden box, and then shake them hard.

It worked on it for half a minute, then looked over with a puzzled expression.

Roland sighed in his heart and was about to speak when he saw it raising its baton high!

This is beyond 'prank'.

Bang!

The baton grazed Roland's leg and hit the piano bench hard!

——If a person cannot see in the dark, he will immediately jump up in fright and hurriedly look for matches or open the door.

So.

He was about to step on the glass beads on the ground.

He was going to knock over those boxes that were hanging precariously, with sharp edges and wooden thorns.

His results speak for themselves.

The moment Roland changed his mind, the hand holding the baton was raised again!

"Tear its head off!"

Roland ignored the floating words in his eyes, held his breath and stared, bent his knees and raised his arms, and jumped out like a cheetah!

He grabbed the opponent's throat with precision and pushed it across the black and white keys like a rag. Before the chaotic and off-key noise ended, he used his arms to slam the whole person against the wall!

Bang!

There was a dull thud.

Finally, it became quiet.

Roland adjusted his cuffs, turned around, found a box of matches on the table, opened it, and lit the oil lamp again.

The firelight illuminated the ground. And, a girl who fell into the corner and pursed her lips without saying a word - she was not as tall as Rose or Xander, and was so skinny that her bones were tightened.

The shadow of the former delicacy can be seen on the detached face, and a silver necklace hangs around his neck.

besides.

What surprised Roland more was her ‘color’:

Her hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes all showed an unnatural snow color, like a piece of moss that mistakenly shows love to winter; her eyes glowed with an uncomfortable luster, which made people know that these were definitely not natural creations, and they would definitely fall. In the hands of a confused painter with poor technique.

Those are light pink eyes.

Without sadness or joy, he stared at Roland quietly.

She didn't seem to be hurt too much. Perhaps for other reasons, she got up from the ground in a few moments. With her bare feet, she held on to the wall and looked at Roland quietly.

Roland had no intention of criticizing her behavior, nor did he want to tangle with this strange girl. He picked the marbles on the ground away with his toes and prepared to leave: "I was invited by Ms. Natalie Benevento and came here as an appointment. I I don’t know if Benevento often entertains guests here, or if they selectively screen guests... I can only express my regret for this.”

He paused, came to the door, and said to the girl who still didn't say a word:

"I apologize for the hurt I just caused you. However, you should also know that this hurt is deserved."

Roland was about to unscrew the brass handle when he heard a voice from the person behind him.

It really startled him.

Because that's a man's voice.

Although the other party has tried his best to squeeze his throat to make it more feminine, slender and sharp, and at the same time, he has softened his tone to make it sound softer and more ethereal.

But Roland could still hear it.

It was a man's voice.

"I found something different this time."

He twisted his wrist and skillfully pushed away the marbles on the floor with his toes.

It seemed like I had done this many times.

"Are you a ritualist too?"

He tilted his head, hung his hair, and raised the corners of his eyes to perfectly show the surly character of the owner of the body.

"Executor of the Tribunal, Roland Collins," Roland turned around and put one hand on his chest, his copper eyes darkening: "What should I call you?"

"Miss?"

"still…"

"Signor Rupert Benevento?"