Chapter 614 Ch613 A Complicated Story

Chapter 614 Ch.613 A complicated story

The fog has receded.

The cooled candle liquid piled up layer by layer in the copper plate.

‘The waves of longing send us on a long journey…’

Roland hummed softly, shook the matchbox, and relit the extinguished candle.

The warm light dispelled the shadows on the walnut tabletop and the shadows covering the delicate face.

There was no emotion in his eyes. His cold golden eyes stared at the black hair blown by his lips in front of him. The young man with his chin on his hand was as quiet as the waves at night.

Jocelyn Cavendish.

A complex and simple woman.

Roland didn't know how to evaluate her behavior of destroying herself in pursuit of her ideals, nor did he know who was the real loser in this relationship with Bellos Taylor.

A history that has been sealed for several years has led to several names that have attracted special attention.

Saint Archene.

The Secret Meeting of the Hanging Key.

And...

The Primitive People.

Roland lowered his eyes to the parchment.

The scattered words recorded a wrong ritual.

This was the ‘wall’ left by Jocelyn Cavendish: a ‘wall’ to prevent the executioner from coming to the door, causing big trouble, and the whole family becoming ashes. It successfully misled Miss Hayon and made her misinterpret the words on it (although she overestimated the ability of the descendants of the Cavendish family). Even the whole family made a wrong judgment about Jocelyn and Bellos...

No.

Maybe the result is the same.

Roland thought.

Even if they knew that the source of the trouble came from Jocelyn, the way they treated Taylor would not be much different.

Countless primitive people sacrificed the fortune of their entire bloodline just to open the door across history...

Now it seems.

They undoubtedly failed.

Maybe the ritual was wrong, or maybe they encountered a powerful enemy in another history...

Roland was clear about one thing.

The goal they pursued was correct and existed.

Saint Archene existed.

"Meow."

A cat's cry interrupted Roland's thoughts. He turned back in surprise and found that the little woolen curler was lying comfortably on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, with its slender tail swaying from side to side and its emerald green eyes staring at him without blinking.

"...I don't remember bringing you in."

"Meow?"

"Can I eat it, father?" A pair of red eyes peeked out from his sleeves.

Roland pressed her head with his index finger: "This is our friend."

The little candle spit out the snake tongue, rarely dissatisfied: "It's a cat, father, how can a cat be friends with your father!"

You are still a snake.

"I'm curious about what you saw."

Roland put the little candle on the floor and told her not to hurt her friends, otherwise she would not be allowed to find her friends when she returned to London.

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Jocelyn and Bellos's past.

"Oh, cultists?"

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Almost.

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Do you know the 'Hanging Key Secret Meeting'?

"I don't know."

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It's a plain story...

While Roland was chatting with the wrench, the little candle swam to the bed little by little.

She stood in front of the cat's face, spitting out scarlet snake tongue, and threatened: "If it wasn't for my father's instructions, I would eat you in one bite! Hiss!"

The green-eyed thin cat quietly looked at the swaying thin snake.

Suddenly, it jumped up like a sword out of its sheath and gave her a solid slap.

Little Candle: ...

"I'm going to eat it! Father! It hit me first!"

Roland looked over.

The cute and innocent cat was lying on its back with its belly exposed, rolling on the pillow - next to it stood a white snake that was staring at it and expanding.

Little Candle: ...

"She really hit me! Just now!"

…………

……

Roland found Randolph in the garden.

He was accompanying Bellos to bask in the sun.

Teresa was serving on the side.

In the flowerbed in the distance, Betty was chasing those cursing butterflies, running back and forth.

"Are you done with your work?"

"You shouldn't say that to me." Roland thanked Theresa, took the teacup, and sat down next to Randolph.

Roland knew the joy of killing time better than Randolph.

Half an hour.

When he was drowsy with the hot teacup, Randolph twisted his body like a thorn in his butt.

"...The parchment roll is empty."

"Roland Collins!"

Roland knew he was anxious.

"Look, a top businessman can't be so impatient..."

Randolph wanted to kick him with one foot, but was stopped by Theresa.

"Who does business?" Bellos raised his eyelids: "You? Businessman?" He glanced at Randolph, the young man who had been with him in the sun for half a day.

"You don't look very old."

Randolph simply turned over and faced Roland with his back: "It's a good time to enjoy tobacco."

"Tobacco?" Bellos was a little surprised: "It's a good business, kid, but it requires a good eye..."

"I should say, you need a good father."

Bellos trembled his beard: "That's a way... Tell me about your business."

So Randolph began to repeat to his father what he had done in the past few years.

This surprised the old man.

"Your father is really extraordinary! Kid, I rarely praise people, but I still have to say that he is just right every time! Timing is very important for businessmen..."

"He really rarely praises people..." Randolph muttered, "He rarely spends time with his children..."

Beros shrugged, "That's normal. You can't expect a successful businessman to have the energy to help his son build a matchbox. Listen to me, young man, your father has laid a solid foundation. As long as you are not stupid, there will only be success and more success... As long as you are not stupid."

Randolph smiled, "I don't think I'm stupid."

Beros rested his head on his arm and looked up and down, "You can't tell..."

Teresa smiled secretly.

"If I have a chance, I really want to meet your father. The tobacco industry is not easy. Compared with you, his brain is more valuable..."

Before he finished speaking, Belos saw an arm rising slowly behind Randolph.

Roland: "Here."

Randolph couldn't bear it anymore, jumped off the recliner and raised his fist!

"How can you catch up with a blind man - oh, you can't even catch up with a blind man..."

"As long as you dare to stop! Roland Collins!"

"You can't ask a bird to compete with a turtle in swimming."

"Who do you say is the turtle?"

The young man ran through bluebells and cornflowers, his black braids slapping his back, and he turned his head from time to time to challenge the pointed chin following him: "Although his legs are not flexible, when he gets into the water..."

It's still a fucking turtle.

"Stop! Collins! Let me punch you!"

"You don't have a punch."

Still.

One ran and the other chased. The two gentlemen who were elegant, natural and polite in the salon were now shouting and jumping like wild horses that had broken free of their reins, bypassing mud pots and wooden frames, chasing each other, and making endless tricks.

In terms of strategy, Randolph was still better.

He borrowed a branch between two wooden frames to slow down Roland's speed, and he was about to catch up.

Roland walked around Beatrice and picked up the girl who was watching the fun!

"Your brother wants to kill me!"

The girl who was hugged first giggled, then frowned and glared at her brother in Roland's arms.

"Brother, that's not right."

Randolph:...

Put my sister down!

Not far away.

Beros quietly looked at the three people playing in the flower garden, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be stung by the sunlight for a moment.

He squinted his eyes and murmured: "...They really look like a family."

Teresa remained silent.