Chapter 653 Ch652 Slowly Condensing
Chapter 653 Ch.652 Slowly Condensing
When Pugh Collins opened the door, took James Jones in his arms, and walked into the house while reading poetry——
He happened to look into the eyes of two 'bat rolls' with human faces.
The old man was so frightened that he almost bit off his tongue.
'ah! That rose wine is Braille that has nothing to do with loyalty, only people...Fake! Farke! You...you...Roland! How do you...you you...'
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In front of the round table.
An old man and a young man sat facing each other in silence.
Pugh Collins: "You didn't say you were coming back today."
Roland: "You didn't say you were reading poetry today."
Yam rolled his eyes, and he and Halida served toasted soft bread, mushroom soup, boiled potatoes, and steak with sauce, as well as a bottle of whiskey that Old Collins had collected for a long time and was reluctant to drink.
"He knows everything about wine."
"A wise man would not stick his finger in the mouth of a bottle," Yam glanced at Old Collins, "and he still can't pull it out."
Phu Hugh Collins:…
As long as Roland comes back, James Jones will change.
Pugh Collins has known this for a long time.
However, he was not in the mood to ridicule Roland right now - just like Yam, he was also curious about the beautiful 'slave' that Roland brought back.
to be honest.
If it wasn't for the wrong color, he would believe it if it came from a girl from another family.
What a shame.
Especially those eyes, when looking at people with a cold face, they can always look into people's hearts. If you really want to work in Flower Street, you can definitely satisfy the unique and disadvantaged special requirements of a small number (perhaps a large part) of the gentlemen——
This look is naturally good at sucking a man's attention.
Of course, he has never been to Flower Street, so he is just guessing.
Anyway, this girl is quite pretty.
Roland…
Where did you hire them?
It's not like he really found it in Flower Street.
Some people with great powers can always get things even more obscene than imagined.
Of course, he has never been to Flower Street, so he is just guessing.
Boxers are not the only ones who make money by beating people up...
oh.
Probably bought it from Brighton.
There are often cargo ships coming and going there, although there are not as many things on the sea as Huajie.
Of course, he has never been to Flower Street, so he is just guessing.
When I was young, I always liked to guess, and it’s the same when I’m old.
Old Collins dipped his finger into the sauce, put it in his mouth and said, "Roland hired you?"
"...Yes, sir."
"What's the weekly salary? Don't try to lie - I'm asking you, kid, what do you think Roland is doing?"
Weekly salary?
Halida had never discussed the weekly salary with Roland.
She thought that Roland had saved her and awakened her from that sticky and long crazy dream. It was a great kindness - how could she ask Mr. Collins for money?
"I...we haven't talked yet."
Pugh Collins wondered.
A pair of drooping eyes glanced over the maid's body again and again.
No discussion?
Is it so easy to hire people now?
"I think you're not hungry yet, are you?" Yam seemed to have noticed the 'little problem' between Roland and Halida earlier, and gave Pushu a look, "Open the wine quickly, old gentleman."
This kind of closeness can only happen between two people who are quite familiar with each other.
Roland said to himself: "Who on earth separated my love..."
Yam: "I see you're not hungry either."
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After eating, Yam gently called Halida to the second floor.
Pour two cups of citrus black tea.
She has more knowledge than Pugh Collins, and knows what it means for a young and energetic male master to have an equally young maid -
She did not ask Halida where she came from.
Roland is the "senior policeman" of the Cross Church. If he doesn't know clearly, there is no need to ask in detail.
Jam Jones' problem is simple.
She melted and covered every frozen joint of the maid with her gentle gaze. After saying, "You and Roland's looks are gifts from God":
"You've learned how to use lamb intestines, right?"
These words were like a barbarian wearing a princess dress, and the contrasting tone with his words made the maid stunned.
She held the tea cup, and the morning glow-colored water waves were like the long waves of timidity in her heart.
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"I-I'm just a maid...just a..." Halida shook her head quickly.
Yam's eyes were deep: "If you still want to coax me at this time, you would be really stupid, kid."
She did not seem to be as disgusted or resistant as Pugh Collins or others, or even afraid of touching the light brown skin, lest her whiteness and nobility, which could only be compared to the handkerchief used to hold phlegm in life, would be lost in death. Skin that smells a little more fragrant than other colors is stained with other colors.
She reached out her hand and touched Halida's finger carefully.
He gave it another gentle squeeze.
"You should understand what kind of woman my Roland will marry. If you have an dishonorable heir before then, he will definitely not get everyone's blessing."
"That's the most shameless and selfish thing to do."
"You should know what shame is, right?"
Halida timidly lowered her eyelashes and muttered 'favor' and 'repay' in a low voice. She tried her best not to expose her faults in front of James Jones, but the barking from her chest and belly, as well as the howling and shrugging of her shoulders, still made her more and more frustrated.
She was totally screwed.
"I, I can, I can, I can just do the cleaning..."
Yam Jones just held the tea tray and observed her quietly: her slender figure was not thin, and her skin was as tight as a strong and useful animal. The bear bed was neither too big nor too small, and through the clothes, it just happened to lift up the inverted triangle of white silk on the front.
This is a bud about to bloom, a girl who suppresses excessive thoughts and desires in her heart.
Yam Jones can not only see the unconcealed innocence in her clear silver eyes, but also the wildness hidden by using innocence as a screen, which may not even be noticed by the owner of the eyes.
Both the body and the mind are beasts.
This kind of woman always challenges men, like a sponge, never satisfied.
To be honest, Yam Jones doesn't like her very much.
But he doesn't care about her too much.
It's just that she is always worried when she doesn't know something.
"How did you and Roland know each other?"
This kind of condescending questioning was something Halida had long been accustomed to.
But today, she quietly clenched her fists.
…
Whatever the two ladies upstairs talked about, the two gentlemen downstairs talked about.
It was just that the angles of the topic were slightly different.
“Where did you hire her from?”
“Her name is Halida, and she used to work at the Mud Ball Circus.” After eating and drinking, someone who didn’t want to work all day wrapped himself up and threw himself back into the sofa: “The circus recently…”
“Oh, I heard about it,” old Collins sucked his teeth and said seriously: “It’s a big case, right? I heard that the head was chopped off…”
The case that happened at the Mud Ball Circus could not be concealed from these powerful citizens.
Although they didn’t know the cause of the tragedy, they didn’t stop spreading it in various ways, including but not limited to: love killing, revenge killing, uneven distribution of spoils, spies, cults, etc.
Some people also said that the reason why the circus’s residence was burned to ashes was to cover up the bodies of several old priests who died there—there was no need to say what these old guys did in the circus privately.
The advisers of the Privy Council did not have such a rich imagination.
"I don't know since when, some 'secrets' of the Holy Cross have spread among the drivers..." Old Collins scratched his chin and looked at Roland thoughtfully: "Aren't you in charge of this? Go ask around and catch the rumormonger and make a great contribution..."
"That's a good idea."
"Listen to your uncle, Executor."