Chapter 563 Ch562 Fat Bat's Golden Surname

Chapter 563 Ch.562 Fat Bat’s golden surname

"...Old women are so stubborn... No, of course I dare to say it, my dear. Although the mentor doesn't show it clearly, how can he deceive the people he gets to know day and night?"

Tribunal, reception room.

Natalie cruelly stuffed herself into the sofa, smiling coquettishly as the wood and leather wailed.

She asked Roland to bring the "Waterfall" to her mentor, and she also hoped that the two friends who had fought side by side could really meet in private - instead of just exchanging letters in a routine manner.

A great era is coming.

If Natalie wants to consider herself, she must first consider the position of her mentor.

So.

The Inquisition had to come into their sight.

Enid Judea, the eighth ring "Holy Flame", a daunting high ring that is almost at the end.

This kind of 'friendship' shouldn't just stay in the past.

Natalie didn't know whether her mentor and Enid Judith really still retained a friendship that could stand the test of time. Privately, her mentor didn't show this either - but she could It was obvious that the mentor wanted to 'get back together' with Enid Judith.

How much of this is due to friendship, how much is due to interests, and how much is related to future plans...

Is it important?

There was not much conflict between the Inquisition and the Ring of Eternal Silence - even if there was, what does it have to do with Natalie and her mentor?

"So..."

Natalie raised her big custom-made boots and looked at Roland expectantly.

However, she could only get a disappointing answer.

"My presiding judge is not going to talk to me about the Falls, Ms. Natalie. "Roland smiled bitterly, and fulfilled his wish for a wrench, and touched his nose, "I'm just an executive, you should know that, right? How dare I question my presiding judge..."

"I just mentioned "Waterfall"... Madam, I promise, that look will not keep me in the room for one more second - there is no executive officer in the Tribunal who is braver than me. If you don't believe it, you can try to entrust Meet my captain, Fernandez de Vinson. "

Roland sighed repeatedly, described the incident in detail, and expressed that there was really nothing he could do.

This is not good news.

Natalie's mood was not sunny, just like the clouds that always clouded this blessed land. The corners of her mouth visibly drooped, and the balls of her cheeks bulged and fell to the carpet.

a long time.

She pulled out a brass cigarette rod from a snakeskin soft woven bag that was smaller than her arm, unscrewed a glass jar, pinched some moist tobacco and rubbed it in her palm.

After a few minutes, he put it into the smoke pot, pressed it firmly with his thumb, and struck a match to light it.

It was a rich, sour fruity smell.

"It seems that my mentor will have to wait for a while longer..."

The fat woman held the carved copper-covered wooden pole in her right hand and spoke while smoking. From time to time, a wisp of smoke came out of the corner of her mouth, but it did not make people feel vulgar at all.

This is what a beautiful woman should look like:

Let elegance carry you instead of trying your best to carry it.

Roland couldn't tell which detail hit the right drum beat and matched the beat.

But he just felt it.

——For example, a drinker who can easily distinguish between a three-shilling bottle and a three-pound bottle is good or bad, but cannot tell the convincing mystery behind it.

"I'm afraid I have to refute what you said before."

he said.

"No matter how you say it, you are definitely a beautiful woman."

Natalie was stunned for a moment by the words that suddenly cut into silence, and then the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing an expression as if she had just met her for the first time.

But when she saw Roland's eyes, her smile gradually solidified.

Ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence deal most with life and death.

Although they are not as easy to spot lies as the group of liars who believe in the "Sixth Crown God" - at least Natalie can tell what compliments and politeness are.

What is the scariest thing.

She actually found sincerity in Roland Collins' face.

"The truth of a blind person, I don't know if I should be proud of it."

Natalie became serious in front of Roland for the first time. The arm holding the cigarette rod was gently swung beside her. Her head, which was as big and clumsy as a Shar-Pei dog, was tilted at just the right angle. Her lower jaw was slightly raised, and her tone was... Along with it there are some fixed standard ups and downs.

She looked at the pair of ambers staring calmly and silently into the void, faces that could only be carved by craftsmen with wings on their backs - they were both bright and dark in the candlelight.

When it is quiet, it is like a perfect doll that has been prepared for thousands of years to wait for the visit of the gods.

Exquisite and beautiful. It's like being placed on the edge of a cliff, far away and dangerous.

Natalie's smile grew.

"I finally know why you were chosen by Enid Judith..."

"That's my luck, ma'am."

"Maybe it's hers, Mr. Collins," her smile turned frivolous, and a sudden expansion of pressure dispersed the hazy acid mist in front of her: "However, you made me lose a living corpse, a blood feud with no results. "

"I very much wish I could find a way to compensate you for your losses."

"Really..." Natalie clicked her cigarette holder and looked at Roland sideways, admiring that unparalleled face: "Since your mentor and your presiding judge didn't speak, it proves that this matter must be blamed on you... Well…”

She didn't know what she was thinking of. The more she thought about it, the weirder the smile on her face became.

"You should know that the cause of the whole case is the death of my distant relative, right?"

"Indeed."

"I am not short of money."

"Obviously."

"Then you have to do something to compensate for my 'loss'."

"It won't be assassinating Her Majesty the Queen."

Natalie laughed, shaking her body in waves.

Roland Collins.

The golden rose of the court.

It is better to meet him than to hear about him.

His etiquette is not standard, he is not enthusiastic enough, and his words are vulgar - at least compared to the 'gentlemen' she usually meets, Roland Collins is definitely not an 'excellent' person...

But Natalie didn't know why, she smelled a strange smell on him when she first met him.

She couldn't tell, but she was sure that she could smell it.

She likes people who are different.

"My father hates ritualists, and he hates 'monsters' even more. He only perfunctorily dealt with the Holy Cross, but never perfunctorily dealt with you, the executive officer, right?"

The fat lady no longer concealed herself, crossed her legs, and leaned on the sofa.

The candlelight coated her face with a layer of gold.

Unconsciously, some temperaments were changing.

"Come to my house as a guest."

The woman turned her pipe upside down and knocked the copper pot in the wooden jar a few times.

"This is the 'compensation' I want." Natalie smiled and looked at the man with a suspicious look on his face: "We can try to make friends... I think this should be easier than assassinating the queen, right? Come to the Benevento's house as a guest, I will invite you, Mr. Collins."

Natalie Benevento...

This surname is still fresh in Roland's memory.

Benevento symbolizes wealth.

The most glittering name in the whole country.

"Your last name is 'Benevento'."

The fat woman opened her arms, shook her two drooping sleeves, and teased: "Why? Don't I look like one?"

"Strange, her arms are like wings."