Chapter 671 Ch670 Love and Scimitar

Chapter 671 Ch.670 Love Death and the Scimitar

Tom Lynas.

This person is very interesting.

He 'warned' Rose, and after the divination was over, he reminded the two of them not to easily trust ritual practitioners of the "destiny" path in other places - and not to let unknown people divulge for themselves at will.

"Every fortune teller is not simple. If you cannot confirm the identity of the other person, it must be credible..."

Linus knocked on the silver ring, and with his other hand he summoned a glass of red wine from nowhere, shook it gracefully a few times, and raised the glass to the two of them.

"I think no one wants to be read about the past and the future."

Roland was a little surprised after hearing this: "Can 'Destiny' achieve this level? "

"Unless you can avoid being divination and prophecy, otherwise..." Linus shrugged: "Who knows? This group is not very likable."

Rose squinted: "I've discovered it, Mr. Linus."

The grandeur in his bones could hardly make him angry at an ignorant young girl. He just bowed slightly and politely refused Rose who wanted to ask more.

"The notes of our lives are intertwined. I hope that when we meet again in the future, I can still see your smile like today."

When the two people left, the round table divination ended.

The man with gray hair and gray eyes rejected the next guest, shook the container in his hand, stood up and looked around the quiet hall.

‘Kakakaka…’

‘Da da da…’

'Those who are on stage cannot hear the roar of the tide of the times...'

He drank the red wine in one gulp, and with a look of surprise or disdain in his eyes, he waved his hands like a conductor and hummed a strange tune with ups and downs in his mouth.

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"Should I not lie?"

"I knew you were going to ask."

Leaving the divination table, Rose was obviously worried about the 'lie'.

She was not worried about danger, but she was afraid of the source of danger.

"I don't know, Roland. I really don't know, if James and Old Tom discover the 'truth' one day, how will I face it - they can't be nicer to me, Roland, you know? Just like yours Uncle treats you the same way.”

More round tables around would hardly interest the listless girl.

"Like my uncle treats me?" Roland blinked: "It seems they don't treat you well either."

Rose couldn't help but curl her lips and bumped him lightly with her shoulder: "I'm feeling uncomfortable, gentleman, shouldn't you comfort me now?"

"You remind me of something Randolph often said," Roland said as they chatted, eyeing each table, looking for interesting things that weren't on the auction block. "He said, 'Roland, you know, what's holding you back?'" Are people getting rich? '"

"'It's conscience' - he just 'pollutes' me every day."

Rose rolled her eyes: "That's true, Mr. Randolph Taylor. If you can be rich without a conscience..."

The voice paused slightly.

It is true that one can become rich without conscience.

At least during the days of the Elephant Gang, Rose felt that this sentence was correct - as long as she wanted to, she could.

"Stop having contact with those people who always drink swan blood and have no morals."

Roland turned to look at her in surprise. As a princess of the Shelley family, how did she say this: "Randolph is often not at home, Rose. When I go home, I only visit Beatrice - Beatrice Taylor, his sister. , haven’t you seen it a few times?”

Do you think the person I didn't let you have contact with was really Randolph?

Rose pursed her lips.

She would never forget that 'idiot' for the rest of her life - she was also a human being, but she only moved her skirt and hair when she walked.

How could there be anything else.

"She's growing up, Rose. I think, if we wait for a miracle, she will be just like us."

Still big?

It's big enough.

Rose didn't hate that innocent and lovely girl as much as she hated Xander, but there was an indescribable vigilance about her - maybe it was the 'thief's intuition' that had saved her countless times. Rose always felt that the whole thing was... A girl who is straight forward and never lies...

He is not as 'nice and innocent' as he seems.

Maybe she thought too badly of people.

"As long as you have Echidna Tongue, you will be able to achieve three rings in no time, right?"

Roland hummed: "Where are the three rings of the Secret Scroll?" "

"Being a thief," Rose curled her lips: "More gold, or rarer objects - my 'flame' is not as strong as yours. It may take a few years to reach the third ring..."

But there is one thing where she is 'easier' than Roland.

She doesn't need to look around for her own ring-raising ceremony.

The existence of James Shelley meant that, at least before Gao Huan, she didn't have to worry about rituals - Roland was different.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

After the third ring is over, every subsequent ring is trouble.

"I asked James...of course I didn't ask directly. I'm not really stupid," Rose crossed her arms and muttered, "Your ring promotion ceremony seems to be a 'taboo' in the alliance - at least the leader, Jay Free Banks believed..."

"All the "Fantasy" ring promotion rituals on Golden Island have been taken away. "

Rose said.

"If you're not going to throw yourself into a trap and face that old guy, you have to find a way elsewhere."

Roland sighed: "That will be hard work for you."

Rose:?

"What does this have to do with us?"

Roland stared: "Respect your own god and teach Rose."

"I——" Rose's eyes widened: "You——"

She couldn't find the person who spread rumors many days ago and beat her to death after she had been arguing with him for a long time.

She and Shandel did something wrong.

"Wrench said we are a 'mutual help group' - the premise is that I should be the first to be helped, right?"

Rose glanced at him: "I understand the truth, but who is 'Wrench'? Your new lover?"

"Yes, it's me!"

"The only partner I can see, who has been helping me in Falk County."

Rose said 'Oh' and understood: his strange fantasies.

The two chatted and walked around, with a sense of leisure like lovers shopping together - this side hall not only sells what ritualists need, but also many mortals are keen on.

For example, the secret recipe of 'virility' that has been mentioned countless times and mentioned again and again, which humans will be interested in no matter what era, and some fake goods that can increase people's 'charm', which are actually not rituals at all -

Rose took a fancy to the prescription displayed by a lady.

According to her, washing feet with the herbal juice mixed with it can make them softer than milk.

"Men should love to death."

The woman with a layer of light pockmarks on her cheeks said this to Rose, but her eyes were fixed on Roland.

—— In order to avoid becoming the man who "loves to death" in the topic, Roland avoided suspicion and took another road.

Suddenly.

Two scimitars caught his attention.

A round table surrounded by many people.

On the wooden wedge-shaped knife rack, two silver scimitars slightly flatter than the crescent moon were placed horizontally.