quicksilver blood

Chapter 349 Roland will not die from getting lost

When Roland opened his eyes, he had already arrived inside the Orwell House.

He surveyed his surroundings——

Exquisite wooden furniture, light yellow curtains, bookshelves full of books, a stool in the corner of the room, and an empty drawing board facing the stool.And under the curtains that are trembling and spilling the evening light, you can vaguely see the color of a large area of ​​green plants.

This is the study on the first floor.

Roland immediately remembered where this place was.

Go out from here and turn right, then pass the door of the three rooms and turn right to the hall.The stairs to go upstairs are in the corner of the hall, pass through the spiral hollow staircase, and then walk from the long corridor on the second floor to the end and turn right, and you will arrive at Earl Orwell's room.

His room was on the sunny side of the second floor, and his wife's room was just across from his room.

Roland remembered very clearly that Earl Orwell planted a large number of rare plants on the balcony of his room.The number of these plants is even enough for a silver-rank druid to launch a full-scale wild feast.

It's next door to his room, which is the bookstore on the second floor.When Orwell had nothing to do, he liked to stay in the study on the first or second floor.Earl Orwell liked to read drama scripts and albums of famous paintings. He would even occasionally sing a few paragraphs or draw half a picture afterwards, but he almost never went out.Also not in touch with any drama troupe or painters, as if he was just entertaining himself.

Earl Orwell's skin was so pale that it even reminded people of the undead.

In Richero, some people even suspected that he was already dead long ago, and what appeared before everyone was just a corpse controlled by an evil wizard.Even in Richero, children under the age of five never even met him.Many events are attended by his wife in his place.

Many people think that Earl Orwell has some kind of photophobia disease, or he is suffering from severe lazy cancer.But Roland objected to this.

Roland felt that Earl Orwell seemed to have gone crazy.

One evidence is that Earl Orwell would keep telling his children that he went somewhere to participate in some activities, or where he went to meet someone Barabara.But in fact, he just went from the first floor to the second floor or from the second floor to the first floor.

There is absolutely no need for him to repeat this to the children.This is a completely senseless lie.

Even if he just doesn't go out, or simply asks his wife to go for him, no one will object to this-the city lords of most cities don't even manage their cities so meticulously, they just put those After the capable people are promoted, they squat and play.Except for a few days of tax collection, I can occasionally meet them, and I can't even find them at ordinary times.

But according to Earl Orwell's way of speaking, it seems that someone really went to the places he said.And whenever Roland asked him, he could tell what happened in those places very fluently, but the aborigines and players in those places had no impression of seeing Earl Orwell.

Some people once suspected whether it was the places where the soul went out of the body, but this statement was quickly disproved.

When the priests of the soul domain really came, they told the players very clearly that there were no wandering souls in this mansion.

Because only Earl Orwell had the keys to many rooms, and he stayed there all afternoon without making a sound, no one would notice this erratic Earl even if he sat quietly in a certain room for an entire afternoon.

From the short communication between Roland and Earl Orwell, from time to time, he would have words that seemed to be communicating with someone and seemed to be asking and answering himself.Some people may directly ignore this point, but Roland is very familiar with it.

This is usually the case with him and his sister.But their situation is more serious.

Earl Orwell seemed to be speaking to a specific person, but Roland was not the only one deep in his sister's heart.

Roland guessed that Orwell's last wife or girlfriend, or a dead lover, was probably a druid.And I'm afraid the level is not low.

Although it seemed that Orwell and his wife were very affectionate, Roland always felt that when Orwell stayed with his wife, Orwell's smile was fake and ritual... I don't know if it was an illusion.

But Roland knew that if this was not an illusion, then maybe Orwell really had some dirty deal with the devil.

After all, there are two kinds of people that the devil is looking for--one is a genius who is good at finding loopholes and digging loopholes, and the other is a disaffected person.

If he really has something to do with the devil...

Roland frowned, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Regardless of that.Twilight be damned, no matter who it is.

If Earl Orwell had any divine protection hidden in him, Roland would beat Earl Orwell and run back to take refuge; To the shrine; if he has a connection with Twilight...

Twilight must die, Twilight must die—

Repeatedly praying his previous creed in his heart, Roland tightened his black robe, and walked out of the study calmly.

It's like being an invited guest.Roland confidently grabbed a waiter passing by, and said softly to him, "Take me to the study."

The young waiter was visibly hesitant.

He glanced upstairs subconsciously, and then retorted in a low voice: "But the Earl..."

"Just tell him that his old friend has come to see him."

Roland chuckled, deliberately suppressing it so that he couldn't hear the voices of men and women coming from under the black robe.

Immediately, the waiter's attitude towards Roland became more respectful: "Are you...?"

"A little-known druid...you don't know me by name. But Orwell must remember me."

Roland opened his mouth slowly, and said in an extremely flat tone: "In order not to get lost... you can take me to his teahouse first. Then you can bring him here."

Orwell knew a very powerful but little-known druid, which was already a consensus among players.Although Roland didn't know who that person was, it didn't prevent Roland from using his name to seduce Orwell.

"The teahouse, right...I see."

The waiter nodded, saluted Roland respectfully, and then led Roland upstairs.

When other waiters and maids passed by, they unconsciously cast their gazes over Roland.And when they noticed the waiter in front of Roland, they casually looked away without any doubt about Roland.

In this house, the guests who walk around alone are the strangest.This man in a black robe is no different from an ordinary guest.Only a middle-aged man with a calm temperament froze suddenly after seeing the robe on Roland's body, and saluted Roland very respectfully.

Roland could also guess that he probably "guessed" Roland's identity as a Blighter.The black robe that Eternal Sleep Embrace transformed into doesn't look fake at all.

It's not the butler who can have this kind of vision, and he probably is someone similar.All in all, he's clearly a man of status.

After the waiter leading the way in front of Roland saw this scene, his footsteps paused for a moment, and then continued walking as if impermanent.

He obviously realized that the identity of this guest might be unusual.

After placing Roland in the teahouse, he left in a hurry and hurried to inform Orwell.

Earl Orwell, who was originally frowning and displeased after being interrupted, immediately lit up after hearing the waiter's description of Roland——

"A druid wants to see me? Says an old friend of mine? Where is she now?"

After getting the answer, he hurriedly stood up from the chair.In a panic, I ran into two cups and didn't have time to help them, so I rushed out of the room.

(End of this chapter)