【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

At midnight, Reoenthal finally returned home.

Today he has no official duties, no overtime, no socializing, no invitations from friends, so he should have gone home early to rest and let himself catch his breath.

But he still went out to fool around.

But even though he went out to fool around, he still felt uncomfortable and didn't get any sense of relaxation.Red lips and beautiful shadows are beautiful, of course, but if one needs to face them with a "handle well" mentality, then all these will appear to be useless, or even just an annoying burden.

So, something out of the ordinary, Roenthal got cold feet today.

About an hour ago, he was visiting a lady in her salon, and was taken to the bedroom by the kind lady.The venue is elegantly furnished and the atmosphere is excellent. At the same time, with candlelight and flowers, it looks as perfect as a wedding night. The lady is also famous for being romantic and glamorous.

But strangely, he took a step back when she tried to get her hand under his shirt.

And so he escaped.

This series of events made him feel more and more abnormal.Of course he was well aware that he hadn't been quite normal in the first place, but this situation undoubtedly marked the final terminal illness.

This made him feel very unhappy.

Even for a while, he really wanted to turn the car around and rush directly to Mittermeier's house, shout him out of the warm room, yell at him in the public, accuse him of how he treated himself cruelly, exhausted himself. Means to force him to apologize, push all the mistakes on his head, and then force him to stay with me every step of the way, go drinking, having fun, walking, shopping, whatever, even if we go to the library together for a whole night, he will be in high spirits.

But he can't do that.

Reoenthal lives in his ancestral home, which he inherited from his father with a history of more than 100 years.Of course, the Reoenthal family belonged to the bottom of the aristocratic system of the Goldbaum dynasty. Even though his father was very rich after his fortune and worked hard to expand it, it still couldn't be compared with the manors of the great nobles.

But Roenthal felt that it was essentially the same as them, eerie and grotesque as they were.

When he was young, when he was still living in a small suite on the left side of the building near the garden, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this place. The only problem was his alcoholic father and his mentally ill Mother only.But as he grew up, he began to feel depressed because of the house.Its corridors are too long, there are too many rooms, and it is as intricate as a bunker. Many places have not seen the sun for a long time, and some rooms Reyantal even dared to say that he has never entered.There are no servants at home—after all, the AI ​​is enough to take care of his daily life—but sometimes he hears the loud and noisy voices of many people drifting from somewhere far away, but once he goes Look and disappear.

Luo Yantar does not believe in ghosts and gods.But even so, he would find the situation inauspicious.

Then there are the portraits of his ancestors displayed in the nave and main corridor.

The portraits of those he could recognize or who he didn't know were hanging there quietly. They all had clear human shapes and faces, complete facial features, different expressions, and different attires. They looked like living people. It seems that the difference is not far away, but they are indeed dead things.

This feeling is really subtle, and Reoenthal doesn't like it very much.

When Mittermeier came to be a guest, he also made it clear that he couldn't bear this kind of thing.Once it became clear that Reuenthal also loathed these works, he dared to tell the truth: he looked like a bunch of zombies.

Yes, zombies.

Just like the lady who is sitting at the long table in the living room now, with a slender figure, cloud-like white hair, but a face like a ghost, like the lady who may open a bloody mouth at any time, it is just a remnant of the old times. The rotten shackles, the leftover dross of precipitation.

"Good evening, Miss Crossey. Why don't you go to rest?" He greeted her casually, pulled out a chair and sat down, then leaned his upper body forward on the table in a careless manner, looking completely Don't care what she will answer.

And she really couldn't say anything good.

"I don't understand." She looked at him with a cold face and said, "Why do you come home safely every day when you are such a despicable, bloody, and immoral bastard? God really can't punish you ?"

Rosenthal raised his eyebrows, made a look of thinking, and then answered her with an expression of "I understand": "Maybe it's because I am still useful to this era? Not like some people , can only be screened out.”

"The day that belongs to you will always come, you don't need to worry."

"Maybe. But for the time being, I'm still far better than any so-called 'nobles' I've ever dealt with. There must be a limit to dreaming, my dear lady. Too much ambition usually only leads to disappointment."

To be honest, no matter how crazy she is, Alfred is just a noble lady who grew up in a greenhouse. She is more tough and stable than a little girl from a poor family with little knowledge. And if the opponent is Rosenthal's words... there is no comparison at all.

He was so easy, it took almost no effort to make her angry, and what was worse was that he was telling the truth, and she had nothing to refute.

Finally, she had to shut her mouth, but she still stared at him stubbornly and fiercely.Rosenthal was very generous, and looked back at her with a smile on his hand.

I have to admit that the two of them are indeed a typical combination of handsome men and beautiful women. Not only are they outstanding in appearance, but they are also perfect in temperament. No matter what angle you look at, they seem like a natural pair.Even when she suddenly appeared at the door of this house, holding a dagger and trying to seek justice for her hapless family, Luo Yantar was also amazed for a moment, and because of her stubborn and bold behavior, she realized something. a different feeling.

He even began to imagine that perhaps he had thus obtained a completely different chance of escape.

But later it turned out that different ways do not conspire with each other.What's more, the woman is still immersed in the mixed emotions of lost dreams and stubborn hatred. She doesn't understand what is the irreversible torrent of the times, and she doesn't understand what compromise, flexibility, and forgiveness are.

After being disappointed, Rosenthal wanted to give up on her.But to some extent, he still couldn't let go.

The combination of this completely meaningless nostalgia and disgust towards her gave him a strange feeling that he wanted to see her smiling face when facing her, and at the same time felt that her face was extremely disgusting even if she smiled.

Even now he really wanted to tell her to go away, but he didn't want to say it that much.As a result, the two of them could only just sit there silently, each staring at each other with evil intentions.

This meaningless confrontation lasted for a long time.

Finally, the unlucky male protagonist began to feel a little drowsy.

So he finally interrupted the crisis-ridden atmosphere, and said to her like a dry, 60-year-old grammar tutor announcing that he was going to start class: "It's too late, you go back to your room and rest."

This is a tone that is not negotiable at all, and it is very close to the order, and Alfred is not qualified to disobey the order now.

Gritting her teeth, she had no choice but to stand up and go back to the room.

In fact, under the overwhelming advantage of Luo Yantar, it is difficult for her to continue to maintain her self-esteem, but unfortunately, she still naively thinks that she can do it.

"Good night then, Royankram's dog. I shall be waiting for good news from you."

After leaving this sentence, she turned and walked towards the door of the living room full of resentment.

Luo Yantar didn't understand why she still couldn't recognize the facts now, and felt that her self-righteous appearance was a bit amusing, which made him want to step on her sore spot even more.

So he stopped her.

She turned her head in surprise and looked at him warily, but she didn't expect that he was looking at her tenderly and smilingly.

"Is there enough money?"

He asked her like a wealthy husband asking if his sweet little wife needed more pocket money.

She froze for a moment, then her face quickly turned red, and then turned livid. She looked like she was about to explode, but even she knew that she really couldn't do this.

Finally, she turned and rushed out, looking almost mad.

Luo Yantar looked at her calmly until her figure completely disappeared, and finally let out a little sneer.

He laughed alone for a while, then lay down on the table and gradually fell asleep.

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Lao Luo: You are a dog.