My nemesis tempts me every day

After arguing with Ronoye for a while, Golando also felt a little tired, so he proposed to have lunch first.

The two made a meal by adding some water to the leftover mashed potatoes in the morning. Potatoes are very hungry food, and adding vegetables can also supplement vitamins, which is one of the few good things in the slums.

The slum streets in the afternoon were much warmer than in the morning. The orange sunlight poured down on the mottled walls of the buildings. Chance to return to heaven.

On such an afternoon, the poor street became lively.

——Things called vitality are running through the streets and alleys.

Men and women are joking with each other in a way that only grown-ups can understand, and children also stand up from the ground and chase after each other. Except for the empty houses on the street like rickety old people, this scene is different from that of ordinary towns. There is no difference in normality.

Ronoye stood at the window to observe for a while, then turned his head to look at Golando, as if he wanted to ask something but hesitated to speak.

"It's now open once a week."

A poor man passing by outside the window said nothing.

Ronoye was startled by the unexpected voice and turned around, only to see that the poor man's two cheekbones were raised high, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, making people feel like he was wearing a thin layer A skeleton of human skin, the whole person is dejected and dissipated.

But Ronoye knew the man.

In the morning, they had a conversation with this man when they were out inquiring about intelligence with Golando.

"This is a gift given to us by the Judgment Cult."

The voice of the poor was floating, as if it came from somewhere far away, and his own eyes were not looking at Ronoye, but looking at something else in the distance through everything he saw in front of him.

"Evil ghosts will eventually be suppressed, and we who have been abandoned by God will eventually be redeemed... As long as we continue to believe in the Judgment Cult... after death, the soul will be forgiven by God and ascended to heaven..."

Without looking at Ronoye, he staggered away along the gutter under the window, with the sound of splashing water under his feet, as if stepping in a swamp.

The empty scene resumed in front of the window, and Ronoille closed the window after the pauper had gone away.

The appearance of the poor man and what he said made Ronoye a little creepy.

Gorlando drank the wine without saying a word at the table - that was what he asked for from Tony. After hearing the young master close the window, Gorlando said mockingly: "That man's spirit has been destroyed. corroded."

Ronoye couldn't help asking: "Corrupted by what?"

"Poverty, hunger, oppression, despair...the accumulation of these negative emotions took away his original personality." Glando said as if he knew it very well.

A person cannot choose his own birth, and most of the displaced people in the slums have given up on themselves and closed their hearts like that poor man, becoming the real walking dead.

And a small number of aspirants like Gorlando who are unwilling to resign themselves to fate, every struggle against fate is stained with sweat and blood.

Without sacrificing something important, one cannot exchange it for something equally important—Gorlando knows this truth very well, and this is also the law of survival that prevails in other fields.

"How about it, young master, the knowledge of the slums this time will definitely add a lot of color to your life?" He leaned his head and said.

Ronoye returned to the table and sat down. He suddenly smelled the smell of alcohol coming from Golando. He frowned and suggested, "You should drink less."

He has always disliked alcohol, a drink that would paralyze one's mind and senses.

Gorlando put down his glass and said with a drunken smile: "What should be done has been done, why can't you drink and relax? And the alcohol will pass in the evening."

Life is short, why not enjoy it in time?

Ronoye was stunned for a moment, then continued: "Drinking too much wine is not good."

Grando said, "So you don't drink at banquets and parties?"

"I don't drink unless it's not necessary." Ronoye frowned, "I think you should too..."

"puff."

Gorlando's laughter interrupted the young master's words, Ronoye blinked and looked at Gorlando in surprise.

Golando laughed loudly on the table, patted the table and said, "Ronoye, you really look like my mother just now."

Ronoye remembered that Golando was an orphan whose parents died when he was a child. Where did his mother come from?

He wanted to ask in detail, but was forcibly restrained by Golando's burst of laughter, and he could only stare at a pair of round eyes.

"How can anyone compare a man to a mother?"

After Golando's battle stopped, the young master commented angrily, thinking that this person must be drunk.

Gorlando threw the empty wine bottle at his feet, and the bottle rolled and fell to the foot of the table.

He squinted at Ronoye with his chin resting on his back, making him uncomfortable.

"Snow-white skin, smooth hair, big eyes, pink lips...and this slender figure..."

Gorlando commented on the young master's appearance like a frivolous man.

"It's indeed a grievance to call you a mother, so let's be a new wife, a beautiful and shy new wife."

"what--?"

A look of astonishment appeared on Ronoye's face.

The next second, Golando picked up Ronoye's chin and flirtatiously hooked it to his side. Seeing the petrification of the young master's head and neck, he couldn't help but find it even more interesting.

"Come on, call me dear." He said in a tone like molesting a good woman.

Next, Gorlando watched with satisfaction as the young master's face turned red within a few seconds.

The eyes that reflected his own face were shining, and the beautifully shaped lips under the tip of his nose were slightly opened, as if inviting himself to taste it.

Looking deeply into the two clear "glass balls", Gorlando's movements froze for two seconds.

——Could he also be seduced by the beauty of this face?

With the strength of alcohol, he moved his face closer to Ronoye's, trying to see what was hidden in the pair of eyes in front of him.

"Why don't you hide?"

Gorlando's tone was gentle, like a sympathetic whisper.

The young master held his breath, his heart raised to his throat, and his mind was full of thoughts: Did Golando find out what he wanted?

However, before he had time to answer, the person in front of him seemed to have lost the interest of the moment, turned his face away and let him go.

—Another hope failed.

Gorlando bent down to pick up the wine bottle, and walked towards the bedroom waddlingly.

Ronoye clenched his fists, summoned up his courage and said, "Gorlando."

Gorlando stopped and turned his face: "What do you want to say?"

Ronoye took a deep breath, and the words he wanted to ask rolled hundreds of times in his stomach, but the exit ended: "Don't you check whether there are marks on our backs?"

Gorlando lazily turned around with his left foot as the center: "That's right."

He returned to Ronoye again.

Golando took off the judge's uniform a few times, then tore off the close-fitting shirt indiscriminately, and then turned his back to Ronoye and asked, "Is there any?"

After a while, I got the answer: "No."

"it is good."

Golando buttoned his clothes casually, bent down and unbuttoned Ronoye's clothes.

Ronoye was horrified, and hurriedly stopped Golando's hand to stop him: "Wait, wait a minute, close the window first!"

"You're not a woman, so there's nothing to be ashamed of." Golando said while pushing away the young master's hand.

Ronoye looked out the window in panic. There were no pedestrians or big men on patrol, but he was undressing in broad daylight...he was not Golando, and he was not so open.

"Gorlando Harrison!" Ronoye's face was almost on fire.

Probably because he hadn't heard the young master call his full name for so long, Gorlando finally couldn't bear it, and walked slowly to the window and closed it.

The room was suddenly invaded by darkness, and the two couldn't even see each other's face clearly.

Golando stood in the backlight and asked, "Is it all right now?"

Ronoye gave a vague "hmm".

"Then do you take it off yourself or should I do it?" Golando asked again.

Ronoye snapped, "I'll do it myself!"

After all, he started a life-and-death struggle with the button that Gorlando hadn't finished untying.

But even if he lowered his head, he could always feel Gorlando's sharp owl-like eyesight, and the coordination of the ten fingers was out of tune, and he didn't lose the first button after working hard for a long time.

Half a minute later, Gorlando's helpless voice came from above his head: "I said you nobles...you are so used to being served by servants that you can't even take off your clothes."

Ronoye's face burned even more, and he could only fight desperately to prove that he was a "nobleman who can take off his clothes".

After working for a long time, taking off the clothes on the upper body, Ronoye mechanically bent his back and turned around.

The light/naked skin suddenly came into contact with the air, and goosebumps appeared on his back due to tension. He only hoped that Gorlando could not see clearly in the darkness.

Gorlando squinted and saw nothing.

"Nothing, well, you can put on your clothes."

Gorlando's reaction after seeing the young master's upper body was flat.

After Ronoye got dressed, Gorlando opened the window, and then went straight into the bedroom without saying hello, and fell into a deep sleep within a few minutes.

Ronoye, who was thrown out, felt that he was a big fool who made himself sentimental.

——It is better to let a donkey climb a tree than to expect Golando to be enlightened!

Especially when he learned that Golando had completely forgotten about it after he sobered up, Ronoye was even more sure of this idea.