Chapter 601 Ch600 Natural Selection (Qi)

Chapter 601 Ch.600 Natural Selection (Qi)

Tyler will help us.

I am a ring, a promising ritual performer, his future wife, a primitive people with noble blood.

Without the help of the Cavendish family, Taylor would still be digging coal carts. How could he be as dignified as he is today?

Moreover.

I fully meet the requirements of an excellent wife and family angel. Even if I were to be in London, many people would write to me with invitations - I also have a four-ring mentor, the person in charge of the "Marlpool" in Port Brighton. …

Just borrow twenty thousand pounds.

How could, how could, how dare, how could Taylor refuse?

"Sorry, I won't lend it to you."

Hayan:…

It's not Bethany or Jeff who came to visit today - the older generation of Cavendish seems to be ashamed to mention the word 'borrow' in front of the younger generation. To a certain extent, they still want to save face, for fear of being rejected and never living again. No.

Claudia Hayan Cavendish didn't care.

She is not far from Taylor's age, and at the same time, she is more confident than her father and aunt.

She is the ritualist.

She also asked her mentor to come with her.

“I am the person in charge of the Port of Porti in the ‘Maelstrom’. "

This sturdy man, who did not mention his name and only asked Randolph to call him the "Green Son", was Hayan's mentor, an "Immortal" located in the "Gardener" of the Fourth Ring.

It's the same as the "herd" that controls wild beasts and talks to living beings.

The most obvious symbol of the "Immortals" is the jade-like blood vessels under their skin, which symbolizes a power called "Emerald Skin".

——The skin is as tough as an iron tree. The longer they bathe in the sun, the more difficult they become to be injured by the forces of the world.

"Good day, Your Excellency, Your Majesty the Son of Green."

Randolph gave Barton a look, then invited Hayan and his mentor to take a seat.

They faced Randolph and Roland, with teapots, pastries, and freshly baked biscuits between them—

No cigars or pipes today.

Neither Barton nor Roland had much dealings with these 'plant heads'. After thinking about it, they felt that they shouldn't smoke tobacco in front of these people - it was considered a plant.

oh.

And the little woolly cow.

The cat can get up and eat the next day. The wounds on her neck and legs didn't seem to stop her desire for fresh meat and milk - when Roland put the minced meat and milk in two military blue flat dishes and placed them on the carpet, the injured lady first With a look of confusion, another thought emerged:

‘There is such delicious food…’

Such a shocked and crazy expression.

Then it was everywhere like a pig.

She has a strong vitality and gets better quickly. Within two days, she can jump up and down, pull everything on the closet to the floor, tilt her little head to listen to the "click" sound, and then stick her butt out contentedly, in Terri Sha walked away with an angry look.

——Randolph is bored to death.

Beatrice liked it very much and pestered Roland for it.

'I'm going to take her to a friend, Betty. ’

‘But I’m also your friend. ’

In short, Hayan was not in a good mood when he saw the cat.

'She' should have died in that alley.

This is the natural choice.

"I'll cut my story short, Mr. Taylor. My apprentice needs twenty thousand pounds. As head of Porti, I can guarantee her repayment of the money within two years, plus five percent interest."

This Green Son was obviously a resolute man. He stated his request simply and directly without using any social words.

"And as his mentor, the ritualist of the "Great Vortex", we will also remember your help to Hayan... I think you should understand what I mean. "

He knew Taylor's capabilities better than his apprentice. After hesitating for a moment, he leaned slightly towards Randolph, and his bark-like face forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Considering the size of the debt, Cavendish was able to mortgage a curious object..."

Randolph did not answer in a hurry, and his eyes moved around the faces of the man and Hayan several times - it seemed that this Miss Cavendish really had some talent.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to convince a Fourth Ring to stand up for her.

Especially the famously indifferent ‘Mr. Stone Face’.

Forgive Randolph Taylor.

He has not seen many ritualists in these years. Look at the friends around him: Roland Collins, Lillian Rose Vansittart, Barton, plus Roland’s teammates, the one who is said to be kind-hearted and compassionate. Xander Kratof…

how?

Isn't it a miracle worthy of praise to become a ritualist before the age of twenty?

Isn’t this everywhere?

But when Randolph discovered the Fourth Ring's attitude towards Hayan, he realized that he had made a common sense mistake. He underestimated her talent to a certain extent.

So, reject the request of the ‘Green Son’ and reject the goodwill of the ‘Maelstrom’…

What will be the result?

Randolph originally didn't think so, but considering the "maelstrom", he could only slightly modify his plan to make the whole thing less direct...

He moved his lips and was about to speak.

“I never knew that apart from being ‘natural’, the ritualists of the ‘Maelstrom’ also like to get involved in other people’s family disputes. "

Seemingly ready to agree, Roland said this at the wrong time.

Hayan instantly lost his face: "This is a conversation between the ritualist and the master! Sir, I'm afraid you shouldn't be involved in it -"

Roland gently stroked the cute little wool in his arms, pondered for a moment, and glanced at her: "From beginning to end, Miss Hayan, do you know my name?"

Hayan:…

silence.

This is where she was rude.

She really didn't care what this man's name was.

"It is necessary to introduce myself," Roland whispered slowly, regardless of Randolph touching him with the toe of his shoe: "I am the official executive officer of the London Inquisition: Roland Collins."

"My teammate is Xander Kratof, captain Fernandez Dwinson, and my mentor is Enid Judea. Your Excellency, Son of Green, I think you should know the difference between a request and a threat... Yes ”

In the voice of that hateful golden-eyed man, Hayang suddenly noticed that the temperament of the mentor beside him had changed.

- Like a cracked stone.

He shook and rattled.

Hayang realized that something was about to go in the worst direction, and quickly said: "Who are the executives? Those losers who don't care about things and drink and have fun all day long--"

"Cavendish."

The Green Son's deep voice interrupted the apprentice's unignited anger.

He took a deep breath, and when his chest and abdomen swelled, everyone could hear the crisp sound of roots breaking through the ground.

"Roland Collins..." The man looked over, and his hoarse voice corrected the entire topic to the most important point: "...can you...let me see...the Inquisition..."

Roland understood, stretched out a hand, and gently opened the collar.

Revealing a golden badge.

The little cow on the leg meowed dissatisfiedly.

"...I understand." The Green Son stared at the golden medal with squinted eyes for a few seconds, then nodded slowly, stood up and left - he actually bowed to Roland in the eyes of Hayang's disbelief.

"May the benefactor and Eve bless our way forward, the holy fire of youth, and the sword of radiance."

he said.

"Claudia Hayan Cavendish is my disciple and a promising "Light Eater" - she is already considered a rare person with talent on the road of "immortality" Already…”

Green Son said it very sincerely.

"Although she is not as good as you, nor as good as your teammates. Mr. Collins, I hope there can be a bloodless dispute..."

No bleeding.

This is the key.

"I agree with what you said," Roland put down the cat and stood up slowly, bowing his head in response: "I promise you, and I hope Eve and the benefactor will bless our way forward, the natural walker, the answer given by grace."

Teresa personally escorted the Green Son out of the gate.

Before that, he also said hello to Roland, saying that if you encounter difficulties in Brighton and need any help, please contact the Maelstrom.

"Don't blame your tutor, Miss Hayan."

Wait for people to leave.

Roland stretched and turned his face.

"That was the natural choice."