Chapter 666 Ch665 New Leather Shoes

Chapter 666 Ch.665 New leather shoes

The atmosphere of the auction was much better than Roland expected.

Before starting, Roland also met the friend Rose said she had made recently - Ms. Rosalind Herbert Burns Field.

The woman who seemed to be able to stop her lament seemed to still have sparkling tears in the corners of her eyes. She pursed her lips, and her graceful and decent dress added a touch of extra grandeur to this men-dominated occasion——

When faced with a brilliant smile, a soft yet resilient response especially reflects the wisdom of a person who is ahead of his own group and a higher and broader understanding of himself and his surroundings.

Even if Roland had never interacted with her, he could still find it.

She is a mature animal.

Compared to the reclusive Xander, the immature Rose, and the mentally retarded myself...

"It seems that your understanding of yourself is quite accurate."

"Are you going to say hello?"

Rose hesitated: "No, let's forget it."

In a situation where ritual practitioners and mortals are mixed, they cannot unfold their "secrets" at will - considering Roland's eyes and the number of people who died in this situation...

There was no need for her to let Roland listen to those words that made him uncomfortable.

Although Rose believed that Roland would not feel sad about this so-called insult, she would not be happy even if there was even the slightest possibility.

Good thing.

Ms. Burns is a reasonable and intelligent person.

She had obviously seen her young friends early and the male companions beside her, but turned a blind eye. After finishing the social interaction gracefully, she avoided them with a glass of wine.

He only blinked secretly.

"My friends are good, right?"

"You mean, the human aspect?"

"Otherwise it's her two groups——?"

"Watch your words, Miss."

The eldest lady didn't want to pay attention at all.

Especially after she discovered Roland, or rather the little quirks that men have, and compared it with her own childhood memories, she was sure that this 'poison'-like hobby had actually been transmitted to her man.

"Do you all like this?"

She turned on the screen, hid her face behind the shiny pearls, and asked in a low voice.

"You mean, a gentle person who is polite and behaves well?"

The girl squinted: "Yes, especially these gentle and lovely people are very good at pretending to be stupid."

"This fan is so beautiful."

"The reward for first place in the pretending to be stupid contest."

Rose and Xander are different.

The former is keen on getting to the bottom of things. She may have known for some time that the answers to some topics are not so satisfying, but she still has to dwell on them until the end.

Xander does not.

She usually makes sure the answer is the one she wants before asking the question.

"No, Rose, I think beauty has many facets."

"Yeah?"

"Without a doubt."

The girl raised her eyebrows: "So, if it's me or heavy me, which one do you choose?"

Roland blinked: "Can't I have both? The only treasure in the world, and the only treasure in the world, anyone with a little greed wants to take them all into his pocket."

The girl tried her best to draw her lip line inward, but she still couldn't help but the two ends curled up like a leaf boat.

The eldest lady was happy.

"...How disgusting, Roland, when did you learn such sweet talk?"

"In front of important people."

The leaf boat turned into a crescent moon.

She began to hum a cheerful tune from her throat, and her emerald green eyes slightly curved in the feather clusters.

The beautiful girl, like her male companion, has an enviable appearance.

But soon.

She reacted.

"...Should I not use myself as an example?"

Roland swung the juice in his glass and pretended to listen to the conversation in the distance.

Rose squeezed his arm gently.

"You bad guy, you lied to me again." She tugged at the sleeves of Roland's dress, looking hesitant, "There's not much difference between me and Kratoff, right?"

Roland silently stared at the small plate that had not yet been filled with sauce on the tablecloth embroidered with golden lions and silver swords...

Then he looked at the plain blue porcelain bowl next to it.

"Almost, Rose."

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm blind."

"Are you looking at that bowl?"

If I had to arrange them, the order would probably be: Enid, Rose.

Then, Roland met Xander.

The order becomes:

Enid, Xander, Rose.

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Then, Roland met Betty.

The order becomes:

Beatrice, Enid, Xander, Rose.

Finally, there is the little maid.

Beatrice, Enid, Halida, Xander, Rose.

There is always a fierce battle for first place.

The last one is much more practical.

"The small dish cup is very good. It is convenient when climbing over the wall."

"I didn't discuss the issue of climbing over the wall with you, Roland."

"It's hard for me to imagine how pitiful a person must be. He has no body and no brain at the same time."

"...I'll tell you, Roland. I asked the doctors at the Shelley family, and they said that it's useless at all, and it's easy to get sick and makes people slump their shoulders... it's not a good thing."

Roland made a 'huh' sound, responded vaguely, and took a sip of apple juice.

"And sweating will stink, have you ever imagined it? Any clean person can't accept being stuffy for half a day - just like feet in boots in summer."

Ms. Little Dice was trying to persuade and change a man's hobbies with all kinds of reasons.

Coincidentally, Roland was a person who was good at changing.

"That's not important, Rose, I don't care," he held his chin, his golden eyes tender: "If you love someone, of course you love her soul."

Rose was stunned for a moment.

Then he turned his face to the side and avoided the other's sight.

"... That's right, Roland. A soul like Kratov is not worth loving."

"You're right, but I love her bowl."

"Don't take the shoes!"

Roland drank the apple juice in one gulp, loosened his collar lightly, and tilted his upper body like a playboy, facing the girl who silently turned away and was angry in her heart.

"Xindel will never compete with you in climbing over the wall, Rose."

He thought about it and whispered softly into the little ear.

The light voice was like paint poured into clear water.

The face behind the fan instantly caught fire.

Rose glared at the obscene man beside her ‘fiercely’ and pushed him away with her elbow.

“You are getting worse and worse! London can really pollute people!”

As she said this, the two feet hidden in the skirt curtain under the weeping willow tablecloth swayed happily one after another.

The girl’s wet eyes turned slightly, as if a heat was running up along the skin that was rarely seen in the sun and was carefully washed by the maid in her hands every morning and evening.

‘It’s really crazy... obscene...’

‘It’s so dirty to be stuffy in shoes all day...’

She muttered a few words, but the corners of her mouth were more honest than her throat.

She began to be happy again.

“I don’t have to compete with Kratov.”

She raised her forehead slightly.

“Just asking casually, you said such earth-shaking words. Roland, it seems that London didn’t teach you much...”

Roland was mainly worried about his new pair of leather shoes.