Chapter 573 Ch572 Greg Benevento

Chapter 573 Ch.572 Greg Benevento

“…Roland Collins, the ritualist who joined Fernandez Devinson’s team, and the other team member is Cinder Kratov—you know what these two represent.”

The brother and sister sat opposite each other in the room.

When there were no outsiders present, they could still chat calmly.

"What does it mean?" Rupert crossed his legs, leaned back like a lady, raised his swan-like neck, pinched the cup handle with a few fingers, and took a sip from time to time, "Does it mean that I, a blasphemer, a colorful monster, should listen to you and make friends with these beasts who like to burn people to death with fire?"

Natalie turned her hand over, looked at the back of her hand and the shining gem rings on her fingers, and replied absent-mindedly: "It means a possibility, Lulu. I never asked you to do these, but Roland Collins is different..."

"I don't think he is different." Rupert raised his eyebrows and sneered: "He is like those men, trying to curry favor with you, and he would kneel down and beg you to open your arms and shine on the sweatiest part-"

He said here, as if he was disgusted, put down the teacup with disgust, and rubbed his fingers.

Natalie laughed non-stop.

"I asked my mentor to let you join the Ring of Eternal Silence. If you really agreed, life would be more interesting now."

Rupert ignored her. "Tell me the truth, Lulu. Roland Collins gives me a different feeling," Natalie said before her brother could say, "What difference can there be?" "You know my 'ability', Lulu, I have done nothing wrong."

Her serious expression also made Rupert put away his contempt.

He was also a ritualist, so of course he knew his sister's special 'ability' - it was not a real power, or it was not certain whether it existed or not: but his sister had used this power to turn danger into safety many times, and decisively chose the most stupid path in some seemingly simple choices.

But in the end, she was proved to be right every time.

Rupert was silent for a long time, and then he squeezed out a sentence: "... I don't need friends."

"I didn't say that you must be his friend, Lulu. The name Benevento doesn't shine on you and me - how can you think that we are qualified to let an executive, a man favored by Enid Jutia, take the initiative to make friends?"

"You have seen his appearance, do you think he will lack friends?"

Natalie stroked the yellow diamond ring on her ring finger. The gem was the most outstanding among all gems, just like Collins' eyes.

"I just heard a voice."

"Or, a word told to me by an imaginary, non-existent 'ability'."

"I acted according to my intuition, but I didn't know what the consequences would be - this time is different, because it's about you."

Rupert didn't appreciate his sister's 'deep affection', he knew what kind of person she was.

"If you don't tell everyone, I'll be better off than I am now."

"How?" Natalie propped up her head with the heel of her palm, the flickering firelight made her fat face look a little eerie: "Wait a few more years and find a woman to marry?"

This sentence completely ignited the powder keg.

Rupert raised his head suddenly, and his beautiful face was now as ferocious as a beast that was ready to eat: "Do I want to find a man to marry? Who? Be blessed at the Holy Cross? You know everything! You know that I am a monster! You know everything!"

"You know I won't hug anyone from behind! Never! I hope someone will hug me from behind! My dear sister, you seem to never understand the difference between us, and always fantasize that I have the same "courage" as you-"

"You are complacent, thinking that you have resisted some invisible or tangible force, and trying to pass this "power" to your brother-do you think we are the same?!"

"You want me to kneel on the bed and show you the difference between us?!"

He became more and more obscene, and when he pushed open the veil called "shame", it was not a pretty and beautiful girl.

It was just a ball of rotten meat flowing with violence and blood.

There was a nameplate inserted into the rotten meat, which read: Rupert Monster Benevento.

His sharp voice was completely open to roar, but this time, it was more like a woman than before.

A hysterical woman.

He tore his tied white hair apart, and his pink eyes almost shed tears of blood mixed with internal organs.

He hated his sister.

He hated her always being complacent, showing off in front of him as if she had done something great, and leaning down to encourage him in a soft voice: I can do it, why can't you?

He wished she would never appear again and get out of London completely.

Get out of his life.

"Don't talk to me again! Don't--"

Dong.

Heavy footsteps stomped on the second floor floor.

Dongdong.

From far to near.

Dong.

The person who came had a pair of long legs.

Dongdong.

It arrived soon.

Pushed open the half-closed door with his fingers.

A man over six feet tall, with his shirt tucked into his trousers and a gray vest on the outside.

His hair parting was straight and clear, and it seemed that the side it should go to was determined before he was born. He had a pair of narrow eyes similar to Rupert and Natalie, and he looked at people with the same indifference.

"I remember my father said that he didn't want to see you at home."

His voice is like an extremely thin blade, and each word seems to be cutting the previous word, making all sentences, whether long or short, sound regular and mean - he probably has a ruler in his throat, and he measures his words before speaking. .

"If he blinds himself, he won't be able to see me anywhere." Natalie took back the cigarette rod she was about to take out in disappointment, and glanced at her brother who was squatting with his knees in his arms. "If you do the same, I can do it for you. , Greco.”

Greg Benevento.

The eldest son of the Duke and the future heir of the Benevento family.

Also the older brother of Natalie and Rupert.

"I heard that a 'guest' came today?" He tugged on his turtleneck and unbuttoned two buttons with one hand: "Your hobbies are getting more and more extensive, Natalie. But I don't want you to leave your home A mess - especially, the estate in Benevento."

"You should be somewhere else, right?"

Natalie slowly walked up to her brother and raised her head with a smile: "You'd better stop messing with me, Greco. Don't think that Benevento will be different if you lick the carpet stepped on by a woman wearing a crown - —Those things you did will not increase the honor of the family, but will drag us into the abyss together..."

"Do you often feel complacent in the middle of the night, hunched over in the quilt and thinking about how to compliment that woman tomorrow?"

Greg raised his eyebrows—a gesture mirroring his brother's.

It's just that he is more cold and less hysterical when facing his sister.

"When the whole of London was discussing your romantic affair, no one had the discernment to notice your wisdom..." Greco lowered his eyes: "...or is it that you don't have it at all?"

Natalie sneered, pushed him away, and walked towards the door.

"Lulu."

Just before leaving, she suddenly stopped.

"You can write to the Taylors and that interesting gentleman will receive it - if you really want to jump out of the rabbit hole rather than suffocate in it."

"The world out there is more exciting than you think."

The huddled girl remained silent.

"And you, Greg." Natalie nodded her brother's forehead with her fat finger: "If I hear you and that old thing talking about me again and trying to get involved in the 'property' I left at home - I will Let the instructor twist off your head and put it in my room as a footrest. "

Greg sneered: "Do you think no one dares to provoke the Eighth Ring?" It’s just eight rings, not immortal, Natalie, you seem to be——”

"Today's guest is Roland Collins, the executive officer of the Inquisition. His mentor is Enid Judith... The Eight-ringed Holy Flame, a 'insignificant', 'anyone dares to provoke', 'not immortal' Ritualist.”

Natalie interrupted her brother and told him happily: "Go and try to see how powerful your 'no one dares to mess with' can be, Greco. I'd like to see this one from the Benevento family." How long can the estate be burned? Oh, my dear brother, you wouldn’t...dare, would you?”

Greg was silent.

"madness."

She exhaled from her nostrils, shook her hips and walked out the door.

The "dong-dong-dong" made the stairs wail again.

"...So, you became friends with an executive."

Only after the annoying voice completely disappeared did Greco speak again.

Facing his brother's back, his expression was a little complicated.

"I haven't made any friends," Rupert replied softly.

"Very good. Monsters shouldn't have too many friends. You know, although Benevento has accepted you and allowed you to enjoy a life that you shouldn't have enjoyed - if you have a conscience, you should never let your last name be obscured. Shameful, right, Rupert?”

Rupert said nothing.

"Take off that stupid dress of yours, and don't let me find out that you asked the maid to borrow the face powder..."

Greco also knew that he would not get an answer, so he slowly withdrew and closed the door from the outside.

Waiting for him was the woman who led Roland today.

His personal maid and future housekeeper of Benevento.

"...Miss, she is quite beautiful today. That dress fits her perfectly." The indifferent maid's voice was much gentler when she treated her master.

Greg glanced at her.

"There's no next time."

"...Yes, sir."