Chapter 660 Ch659 The Seriousness of the Maid

Chapter 660 Ch.659 The Seriousness of the Maid

Since Roland joined the Tribunal, he has indeed handled more cases than the average executive.

And quickly.

Fernandez said he was a "bad guy," but other executives didn't think so.

Especially little Yorkie.

He asked about Roland's rest time, and asked if he could take the time to visit him, ask him for his so-called 'secrets', and listen to him explain the process and results of those cases in detail - Roland naturally agreed, provided that they would not delay their pursuit. 'Tea party' cultists.

York patted his chest and assured that the cult looked like a gang from the countryside, trying to make a name for themselves in London.

Within a few days, his mentor had captured all the gang and brought them back to the Inquisition.

When the case is over, he will pay a visit.

"He may never be able to be a guest in his lifetime."

After leaving the trial court with Halida, Roland had to go to Taylor's house.

Since the beginning of the case, he has not told Randolph the whole story - Tereza was so frightened that night that she almost pounced on Paula Kahlo and fought her to the death.

Fortunately she didn't do that.

There was also the 'Wrinkly' cat brought back from Porti, named Wendy by Roland, who clung to Beatrice all day long - Beatrice also clung to it all day long.

I promised to give it to Xander, but luckily...

Didn't you tell her in advance?

"Otherwise the cat won't live long."

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Xander wouldn't be angry with a cat.

"Is she angry because of the cat?"

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Pay attention to your attitude.

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Is this how you talk to God?

"..."

"I see you're enjoying it."

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What fun it is.

"Both Rose and Xander."

"A bunch of lunatics."

"You didn't even try to stop them, did you?"

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Think about it for a moment.

"one time?"

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Two times.

"I didn't ask you a few times...forget it."

"You better be careful."

"Imaginary gods are more guilty than ordinary small cults. If you attract the attention of high-level ritualists - I want to live a few more years."

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Didn't you agree that you would live and die with me?

"Do you think I have any other options?"

Roland grinned.

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About the Allens…

"What?"

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Just like Kingsley said. I am more and more aware of things that they are not aware of...

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But you don't feel sad at all? -

No.

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I mean, besides being sad...

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Maybe regret?

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Something like that... something else... I guess...

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Hmm.

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Do you understand what I'm saying?

The flames quickly gathered into a stream of flames that erupted upwards, burning quietly in front of his sight.

"The price will get higher and higher."

"This is a choice you have made long ago, Roland."

"You have no room for regret."

…

After boarding the carriage, Halida took the lead in laying a small blanket for Roland's seat.

The master and servant talked about "Traveler's Caries" - first of all, this thing will never be given to Rose.

So, do you want to use it yourself?

"…gentlemen."

The maid unexpectedly took the initiative.

"If you're willing, okay, can you give it to me...?"

Roland was a little surprised.

Based on his knowledge of Halida, it was impossible for the other party to say anything about the ownership of this strange object - after she became a ritualist, she briefly studied with Xander for a period of time, and later, she stayed in Luo for a long time. Silk side.

She couldn't possibly be unaware of the value of the rare thing.

Especially this bad tooth that allows people to come and go freely.

"...I guess, as much as I can."

Halida paused and looked at Roland seriously, just like the soft moon outside the arched window at midnight. It was not strong in its glow, but used its persistent silence to make people understand and firm.

"Help... help you."

Roland doesn't care about the value of this rare object. He only superficially (or profoundly) believes that this kind of thing will continue to add painful costs after use...

Perhaps a better fit for Xander Kratof.

Maybe she didn't long for the power brought by this strange object, but instead was keen on the pain that penetrated her bone marrow.

Xander is more suitable than Halida.

"It's going to hurt a lot, Halida."

Roland pointed to his face, bent his joints, and hit his forehead a few times: "It hurts like crazy."

This action destroyed the maid's usually straight lip line. She opened her eyes as wide as possible and straightened her back: "I can...Sir. I can!"

She wants to be like the moon.

"Okay." Roland replied casually.

Halida was stunned for a moment: "...W-What?"

Roland smiled and took the maid's wrist.

"Then, protect me."

Put that tooth into the other person's palm.

Halida looked at the teeth in her palm, then at Roland, who had a gentle face, and confirmed again and again in disbelief, trembling with excitement: "Me! Of course! Yes! I-I-woof!"

"Shhh."

"Woof!"

"Shh..."

"Woof!"

It seems.

I won't be able to stop for a while.

"Your skin has turned white recently, Halida."

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"Woof!"

"If you hate Rose and Cinder, woof."

"Woof!"

"If you like to sleep upside down, woof."

"Woof!"

"You don't hate me too, do you?"

"Woof!"

"You're more like a dog than she is."

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The night she returned to the city, Theresa was terrified.

Not only did she have to put on a strong posture to comfort Beatrice, who was still in shock, but she also had to send someone to notify the court of justice. She was just about to pounce on the criminal and fight to the death, for the lady and for the real owner of the Taylor family.

Randolph Taylor.

- Although Theresa grumbled about Randolph after the incident.

'If you hadn't insisted on traveling in the middle of the night, I'm afraid we wouldn't have encountered such a disaster! '

They could indeed spend the night and set off after dawn knocked on the door.

Randolph was eager to go home.

As a result, the car was almost destroyed and people were killed.

He couldn't refute Theresa on this matter, and he thought she was right.

Sometimes, daytime is much safer than nighttime - according to the scene at that time, Barton in the next car would definitely not be able to rescue in time.

If Roland hadn't been there, maybe he, his sister or Theresa would have paid the price with blood.

Roland saved their lives again.

"So, how are you going to repay me?"

When he arrived at Taylor's house, he was still greeted by Theresa and her master - this time you don't have to be embarrassed about choosing a master, Theresa.

Roland wanted to make such a joke in his heart, but he felt that he would be beaten.

"Your mouth is getting more and more like Su Yue."

The weather was not too cold.

Randolph only wore a shirt and a thin cloak.

"Repay? I can make the decision, and let Betty lend you some money to buy a second dragon."

Today's businessman is thinner and paler than usual.

There is no blood on his face, and he is more tired than usual.

But he still hugged Roland tightly and patted his back hard. It seemed that the shock could penetrate Roland's heart and reactivate another painful heart.

"It can be foreseen that Taylor will owe me a group of dragons in the future."

Roland took off his hat, handed it to Theresa, and walked into the house with Taylor.

"... About Mr. Bellows. Randolph, I'm sorry."

"Really?"

"I've said what I should say in Porti." At least from his expression, Randolph was no longer easy to detect sadness: "I can't immerse myself in pain, Roland, I don't live just for myself."

He made it clear that he still had a "not very healthy" sister.

Roland nodded: "Of course, Randolph. You still have Miss Brown Rabbit who you haven't caught in your mouth."

"Do you have to give others nicknames?"

The two walked and talked, and the door was close at hand.

Beatrice held Bronte's hand and waited at the door early.

She was wearing a dark green blanket and holding the wrinkled cat with a face that said "I didn't volunteer" in her arms.

"Roland!"