Chapter 571 Ch570 Fat Woman's Intuition

Chapter 571 Ch.570 Fat woman’s intuition

Natalie Benevento doesn't come home often.

Because what Roland saw on the faces of many servants was not familiarity and respect, but a sense of strangeness and fleeting fear.

The dinner was not sumptuous, at least compared to the dinner at Randolph's house. What Benevento showed to Roland was not in line with the level that this surname should have - Natalie also asked Roland about this.

"Do you think we should serve the fish on a gold plate?"

"At least golden knives and forks."

Roland's answer made her laugh loudly.

Rupert Benevento looked impatient, his head drooped, and he was getting angry at the steak on the plate with his knife.

He seems to have nothing to do with his sister.

Too.

A kid who thinks running away from home is considered a rebel, how can he dare to talk nonsense when he meets a kid who is so rebellious that he kills people casually?

"I guess I have to apologize to you first, Mr. Collins."

Natalie Benevento kept her promise before the meal even began.

She pulled the meat out of the chair with difficulty, held up the wine glass, and apologized to Roland.

But she didn't actually say 'sorry'.

Instead, he repeated what Roland said that day.

"I very much hope that I can compensate you for your losses - both in terms of reputation and spirit." She put on a smile, stopped her brother from opening his mouth with her eyes, and drank all the red wine in the glass. .

then.

Put it down and wait quietly for Roland's wrath.

She could accept him breaking plates, overturning long tables, and even insulting her or her brother with the most unseemly words.

——Because a real tough guy will never touch another tough guy, and a real gentleman will never be left alone with a blasphemer by his host after being treated poorly.

This is an insult, a spiritual devastation, a terrible disease that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

It does not spread through eyes, words or handshakes. Instead, it takes root in the most shameful places. After feeling the stubbornness of warmth and the pumping that refuses to let go, it becomes as gentle as a father's firm embrace.

It spreads through stench and through the most chilling and shameful behavior.

When it is saturated, the Holy Cross on top of the church will cause the clear sky to storm and the light to thunder.

He punishes such unclean unions that do not follow the principles of all things. He stares into their eyes like thieves, waiting for the bad hearts to slip into the opportunity. He uses fire and thunderbolts to tell these sinners, never let the embodiment of your power, the majestic The shank is stained with undigested corn.

(Of course He wouldn’t go into such detail.)

(This is all summarized by the priests based on case after case.)

so.

Natalie could accept Roland Collins's anger, as well as his humiliation and abuse, and never even had the chance to deepen their unincubated friendship.

She wasn't trying to piss off an Inquisition executive.

But she always has a special curiosity about the man Roland Collins - she has seen and used too many men and women, and has smelled more rotten odors under the skin than the stench of excrement on the streets of London. .

Just like she never tested her father, but told him 'I did something big' after actually finding a man - she believed that actions would get more real answers than assumptions.

Although this approach is dangerous and too arrogant.

But ever since she met Roland Collins and spied the shining spots hidden in his flesh, before questioning that she was hallucinating, Natalie Benevento had an unrealistic thought. idea--

So much so that thinking about it now, she secretly cursed her own 'stupid' idea - this might offend a promising ritualist.

But just like she had done all these years, she still did it.

She is an ‘intuitive’ creature.

With intuition, between 'lady', 'marry a good uncle' and 'mystery', I chose mystery.

Between resistance and abandonment, I chose resistance.

Between loyalty and lying, choose loyalty.

She made many choices intuitively and got it right every time.

Just like the fat on her body, it looks ridiculous, but it is actually an integral part of her.

Therefore, after various choices, Natalie Benevento is today, a ritualist with an eighth-ring mentor. No one can talk condescendingly to her like a servant.

They respected her, but not because her last name was Benevento.

What's more, according to her investigation...

This Roland Collins is a good friend of the Taylor heir.

Who doesn’t know that the Taylor family has a ‘fool’?

So.

"You have a way to compensate me for the loss... I mean, the loss of poor hospitality."

When Roland said these words while cutting the steak, Natalie's fat face finally showed a smile that would finally see the dawn.

She seemed to suddenly relax, spread her hands in front of the tablecloth, picked up the silver spoon, and dug into a piece of pudding.

"I'm doing my best, Mr. Collins."

Roland nodded and smiled: "My friend, the Halida you have met. Her brother's body was lost by Mason Lyle - I don't believe that a miser would give up the gold pound he got. Even a few shillings, a few pennies..."

The fat woman understood in her heart and answered: "Where else can a dead baby be sold? It seems that the only thing left is the Ring of Eternal Silence."

"I think so, what do you think?"

Under the maid's gaze, Natalie ate the bowl of pudding that shouldn't be on the table now, spoonful by spoonful.

Then.

She asked for two more bowls.

"I like sweets, especially those with a smooth and soft texture... My father and the servants in this place think I'm not a lady, and they discuss me openly or secretly." Following her sweeping line of sight, all the servants lowered their heads in fear.

"Guess what? I love to eat, so I have to eat enough. They can't stop me, but they have to put on a smile and obediently bring me bowl after bowl."

She took the pudding bowl brought by the maid with a smile, and asked "gently": "Are you right?"

The maid was so scared that her face turned pale and she kept saying yes.

"You see, sometimes, you don't have to care what they think in their hearts. As long as you are happy, what do they count for?"

Natalie's words seemed to be said to another person.

Her brother.

"I have to state that the previous man was indeed for you, but you didn't use him. It's your problem, Rupert, you're too picky."

She dug spoonful by spoonful, smacking her lips from time to time, and thus revealed her brother's 'secret' openly: "But this one is not."

"This Roland Collins is my friend. The reason why I want him to meet you is that I hope you can make a real friend who doesn't look down on you... Rupert, don't make a mistake."

Rupert raised his fingers and stirred the thick white soup with a spoon, his eyes gloomy: "I don't need you to care, Natalie. Father doesn't seem to agree to let you go home."

Natalie laughed: "Yes, of course. But what can he do to me?"

She made a very vivid provocative expression to her brother, and then suddenly stopped laughing, turned to Roland like a neurotic, and said 'carelessly':

"Mr. Collins, I have a blasphemous brother, just as you guessed."

"As a sister, what do you think I should do with him?"