Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 667: Yarn ball
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The ball of yarn arched its mistress with her slightly wet nose, and her pink nose like a cherry spouted two heat and hit Ruola's hand. Lying on the velvet sheet woven with gold threads, Ruola, who exposed most of her body, turned sideways. Black hair brushed across the tip of his nose, scattered on this soft mattress embroidered with red roses and spices.
The female warrior who once killed the enemy heroically on the battlefield is now like a lazy cat. Ruola couldn't remember how long she hadn't visited the barracks. After the death of her brother Oban, she had less and less time to go to the barracks. At the beginning, he ran to the camp every other way, and practiced swords by the way. But now, Ruola can hardly remember the appearance of the barracks, and even the feeling of the long sword in his hand is a thing of the last century.
Now her life is only the rooms, dining room, garden and the cat called the ball of wool in front of her in the White Castle.
This is a male cat with beautiful fluffy hair. Its hair is as shiny as gold, two pointed ears are pierced, and it wears a pair of golden earrings. There is an ancient text on it, meaning "God's Blessing". The cat is very docile, with a peculiar blue and golden pupil color. It always looks at Ruola quietly, so in the eyes of the cat, Ruola can find peace for a while.
The fluffy fur, when the male cat curled up into a ball, looked like a ball of fur, so Ruola gave it a suitable name.
The ball of yarn was a meeting gift from Lanza, who was Giles’ new staff.
Before that, these women were other people’s wives or daughters.
As for the White Castle, Ruola doesn't know how many lovers he has. Ruola doesn't like Lanza, although he is polite, but every time he looks at Ruola, Ruola has the urge to cut him with a sword. It was a stark and teasing look, and Lanza didn't care about the occasion or the person. Ruola has to admit that his boldness has a terrible attraction to many women. But that would only make her feel sick. Under Lanzha's beautiful appearance, there seemed to be a nest of poisonous snakes.
Rora does not know why Giles would hire such a person.
In contrast, the previous elder brother’s staff, the man who claimed to be Mr. Long, was a bit more mysterious, but he behaved much better. Unfortunately, he seems to be serving Allen now, otherwise Ruola wants to persuade Giles to bring Mr. Long back.
I have tried my best to avoid thinking of him, but at this moment, Allen's voice and face are remembered in his heart again. Ruola sighed and covered herself with a quilt to isolate her from the outside world. The ball of yarn was very dissatisfied with this, it tried to get into the quilt so that it could stay with the hostess. So Ruola's nose is full of the scent of the male cat, like the scent of flowers, but it is lighter. Smelling makes people feel at ease, which is why she likes **** of wool.
According to Lanzha, this kind of cat with natural scent can only be achieved by feeding him a variety of plants and flowers since he was a child. If La doesn't know how the fish-eating cat changed to eat flowers and plants, it will probably not be a happy memory.
If Ruola is holding the cat, the quilt smells secretly, and she feels sleepy.
The sound of knocking on the door just dispelled Ruola's sleepiness. She popped her head from the quilt and asked lazily: "Who is it?"
"Miss, Ms. Vera is here."
Ruola nodded: "Take her to the living room and entertain the guests for me. I will be there later." As she got out of the quilt, Ruola looked at herself in the mirror. His hair is messy, his face is gray, bags under his eyes are blue, and his lips are colorless. Is this sickly woman still the self who used to gallop on the battlefield? For this question, Ruola has no answer for a while. She can only comb her hair, put on blush, put on lip gloss, trace the eyebrow line, and put on eye makeup, trying to restore her former self. Finally, she put on an elegant long skirt, beckoned to the ball of wool, and left the bedroom with the cat.
As soon as Alan left, there was no news, but Vera always visited her a few days a month. This girl and Father Miró brought a brand new sect to the people of Ark Harbor, and Christianity Jola, who only supports one deity, has also heard of it. She also knew that with Giles' support, this new sect had already established a foothold in Ark Harbor. Just in the city center, a church is under construction and is expected to be completed before the end of this winter.
Unconsciously, Vera has become an important figure in Ark Harbor. Almost every banquet or banquet, the organizer will always try their best to invite her to attend. Since Vera's predictions about Giles spread, people have been curious about this girl who claims to be able to peer into the future. And after Vera's predictions made to several big figures were accurately fulfilled, she rose to fame, and she was hard to find a face.
Sometimes even Ruola thinks about it and sighs the wonder of fate. A girl who no one knew a few months ago has now become better known than herself. Nowadays, people in Ark Harbor may not know Ruola, but they will definitely know Vera.
The living room is in sight.
Ruo La turned to the entrance, and the afternoon light shone from the floor-to-ceiling windows, coating the floor and tables with a golden color. Vera was sitting in the sun, her black dress and black dress, holy as an angel. Even if it is a woman, Ruola has to admit that this young girl has an unusual charm. Her holiness with a bit of indifference always makes men want to violate it boldly, so as to see if the girl who takes off her holy coat will be crazy.
Of course, no one has dared to do this until now, including Earl Giles, who has been pursuing after a few times. After all, whoever violated this saint had to face the anger of more than ten thousand followers. What's more, the church's armed forces "Crusaders" have also arrived at Ark Harbor, and an elite group of all ten knights protect Vera day and night.
Even Giles can't touch this sacred flower.
"Good afternoon, Miss Ruola."
Seeing Ruola, Vera stood up and saluted, and she handled every detail impeccably. Because it is too perfect, it gives people a feeling of indifference. Ruola smiled lazily and sat down opposite Vera. The ball of yarn jumped onto her and shrank into a ball of hair. If Ra gently slides his fingers across its fur, the male cat makes a pleasant cry for this.
"Are things going well in the church?" Ruola asked casually.
"Thanks to you, everything is proceeding step by step. The church has been established, and now the churches are also there. As long as we continue to operate in this way, in two or three years, our influence can radiate to Several other earls."
"That's great. If you need help, you can come to me at any time." Ruola smiled faintly.
Vera raised her head and stared at the face of the woman in front of her. Ruola looked a little uncomfortable to her, and smiled reluctantly: "Why, is there any dirt on my face?"
"Miss Ruola, you haven't slept well for a few days?" Vera sighed, "Your face is as pale as those addicts, and your breathing is as light as a gust of wind. Forgive me to ask. , Are you sick?"
Ruola laughed: "You are too worried, Vera. I am in good health, and I have a ball of yarn to accompany me, I feel better than before."
"Perhaps you should find a doctor to check it, Miss Jola. I am not alarmist. You are the only friend of Sir Allen who is worried. As his best friend, I have an obligation to remind you to pay more attention to your health." Vera said seriously.
"Can't worry about it?" Ruola laughed at herself: "If Baron Allen is really worried about me, why didn't he come to visit me personally. Oh, I heard that his Viscount certification has been passed, and he is now a Viscount Lord Up."
Vera shook her head and said: "Sir Allen didn't intentionally leave for so long, and we are also looking forward to his return. But please believe that Miss Jola, Sir Allen does have an important task."
"Well, I got it." Ruola felt bored for no reason. She yawned and waved: "I'm tired, Vera. I think I have to rest. See if nothing happens. If you do, then I will leave first."
This is an obvious eviction order, and Vera got up when she heard the words: "I should say goodbye. Please forgive me for bothering me."
As I was about to leave, Vera turned her head and looked at the ball of wool: "Miss Ruola, if you don’t have to, you might as well stay away from the cat. As far as I know, cats are sometimes very good at attracting them. Disaster."
"You mean a ball of yarn?" Ruola raised the male cat, and the ball of yarn cried out to the hostess in a naive manner. Ruola shook her head and laughed: "You are too sensitive, Vera, how can this little thing cause any disaster."
Vera nodded before leaving. When she closed the door, the woman combing the male cat's hair looked so lonely from the crack of the door.
The door is completely closed.
Vera turned around and stopped. In the front of the corridor stood a man in his thirties, wearing a high-necked silk robe. On the corners of this burgundy robe, blooming roses are embroidered with gold thread. He must be hiding something like a scent bag, because he stood there, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. He showed a mouthful of white teeth, and a warm smile on his face that was a few points more beautiful than a woman: "Dear Miss Vera, good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lanza." Vera said expressionlessly. When Lanza's handsome face that made countless women bewitched was reflected in Vera's eyes, it seemed to sink into a bottomless abyss. Gradually disappeared. Vera's body shook lightly, and she saw some future fragments on Lenza's body.