Chapter 559 Ch558 Roland's Other Hobbies

Chapter 559 Ch.558 Roland's Other Hobbies

"I am really ashamed of such praise, Ms. Natalie. If I could live under your lips, I would probably be truly glorious."

Natalie leaned on a cane, like a ball of cotton that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and fell lightly from the carriage to the ground - of course, she did not miss Roland's "courtesy": when he stretched out his hand, she immediately held it, and repeatedly rubbed it back and forth with her strong flesh hand.

Although she was wearing leather gloves.

"The barbarians of the Tribunal don't talk like this, Mr. Collins." Natalie pinched Roland's arm, her eyes burning: "Call me Natalie, dear. Are you really heartless? Or does your "master" want you to stay away from me?"

Roland smiled, changed the subject, and talked about Mason Lyle - this made Natalie open up.

The fat woman began to complain about her "disappeared" relative, her stupid behavior and reckless behavior, and said that she was obviously going to introduce her to some "reliable" and "solid" gentlemen to deepen their friendship - otherwise, what else could she do every day?

But her "good intentions" were rejected again and again.

The woman was afraid of the ritualists with great power, the monsters who were with the walking corpses, and even believed that those who played with corpses were cursed by the dead and would not have a good end sooner or later - she did not show it on the surface, but secretly stayed away from Natalie, away from this fat lady who still remembered some family affection.

'Those who use witchcraft will not have a good end sooner or later. '

It's really stupid.

"I had expected her end."

Natalie smacked her lips, forcibly grabbed Roland's palm, climbed up like a blown-up gecko, and hugged Roland's arm in her arms.

"Either she should be a 'family angel', but she has ambitions that she shouldn't have - I'd love to help this silly woman, but unfortunately..."

Roland walked while listening, and when he passed the side hall, he actually found his captain among the three or two executive officers.

Fernandez Devinson.

Mr. Bear, holding a poker card, showed his big teeth and gave him a thumbs up from a distance.

Roland:...

-

Why do I have such a captain.

"You are not much better in his heart."

"Mr. Collins."

"Madam?"

The topic suddenly stopped.

The fat woman squinted her eyes and moved closer as if no one was around.

The executive officers passing by looked at her sideways.

"How painful it would be for a woman to fall in love with a man who will never love her the first time she meets him?"

"Are you talking about... love at first sight?"

"Of course, Mr. Collins, love at first sight."

Roland was surprised: "How many 'love at first sight' have I fallen in love with?"

Natalie thought for a while: "More than a thousand? I can't remember clearly. How can people remember things that have happened frequently since childhood?"

The fat woman said that she started when she was ten years old, and now she is almost thirty-something, how can she count it clearly?

Roland teased: "You are a person who understands feelings."

"I don't understand," Natalie squinted her eyes: "It's just that I have seen more naked men and women than you have stepped on ants, dear. I know how to make people happy."

Roland said he stepped on an ant nest.

So Natalie laughed even louder.

"I really like you a little bit."

In fact, although she hugged Roland's arm, her hand did not go to any place that should not be gone and was disgusting.

In a short time, she seemed to have figured out what kind of person Roland was, and what level of "jokes" he could accept.

"To be honest, boys your age like pretty girls, right?" Natalie shook her hips and followed Roland down to the dungeon.

"Does it have anything to do with age?" Roland asked back.

"Of course. When you grow up, you should know... it's useless to be pretty. The key is to know how to make people happy..." As she went down, Natalie separated one hand and lifted the cane she was holding, repeating it several times.

Finally, Roland reached out and took it.

This made her smile quickly spread from the corners of her mouth to her entire face.

"A thoughtful little gentleman."

She praised.

"I'm not going to comment on your body like a newspaper writer without morals, ma'am," Roland said in a low voice, "Like you said, having a beautiful appearance is useless."

"Oh, then I know." Natalie turned her head with a smile, and the sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the cold and quiet corridor: "You haven't experienced it yet, and haven't made up your mind to enjoy happiness with others...right? We are not like the cultists of the cradle of flesh and blood, dear, if you try it once...you will know."

She saw that Roland didn't answer, and didn't continue, but turned the topic back.

"The ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence don't care about these. We need happiness, we need "vitality", the vitality brought by living people, which makes us feel alive all the time."

She told Roland that this was a special way to maintain their "qualifications".

"Of course there are other ways. But I prefer this one...who doesn't love it?"

Natalie said.

"My mentor has missed too much happiness, and it is a waste to live like this for two hundred years."

Speaking of mentors, we have to mention Enid.

She and Natalie's mentor have known each other for many years, having fought side by side more than a decade ago, facing cultists, sins, and aliens together.

"I heard that they had a small dispute. After that, they never met again for ten years."

Natalie told Roland.

"Occasional correspondence, that's all."

Roland blinked: "That's not a 'small quarrel'..."

It's not a 'small dispute' that can make people who have known each other for many years and fought side by side never meet again.

"So, this time, my mentor also hopes to convey a message to your judge through me, hoping--"

The voice paused.

Not only Natalie, but Roland also noticed it.

The dungeon was filled with a strong smell of blood.

A bad feeling came to my heart.

Natalie naturally let go of Roland's hand, and the two walked quickly inside.

In the cell where Mason Lyle was imprisoned.

Roland saw a bloody corpse.

And.

Still tearing, chewing, bathing in blood...'hound'.

Roland looked solemn and walked forward slowly.

He stared at the girl buried in the blood, and after a while, he spoke softly: "...Halida, what are you doing?"

Like a hound that heard a call. The girl with black hair suddenly looked up, her eyes shining in the darkness like a silver moon that greedily swallowed light.

She used her hands and feet to quickly crawl towards him, circling around his feet and beside him.

Leaving a piece of bloody handprints.

She used her face that could not distinguish her own flesh and blood from others to rub Roland's trouser legs like a puppy that had not seen its owner for a long time.

"...Ke...Colin..."

Soon, the words that had just been arranged were distorted by twitching.

She hiccuped, looked up at the amber that tilted like a waterfall with her eyes blurred, and barked.

Loud and crisp.

Full of enthusiasm.

"Woof!"

Natalie laughed behind Roland.

"I knew you had to have some other hobbies, Mr. Collins."