Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty Seventh Ball of Wool

The ball of wool arched its mistress with its slightly damp nose, and two jets of hot air from its cherry-like pink nose hit Ruo La's hand. Lying on the velvet quilt woven with gold thread, Ruola, who exposed most of her body, turned sideways. The black hair brushed the tip of the nose and scattered on the soft mattress embroidered with red roses and filled with spices.

The female warrior who once fought bravely on the battlefield is now like a lazy cat. Ruola couldn't remember how long she hadn't visited the military camp. After the death of her brother Aubin, she spent less and less time going to the military camp. At the beginning, I ran to the camp every now and then, and practiced swords and so on by the way. But now, Ruola can hardly remember the appearance of the barracks, and even the feeling of holding the long sword is a thing of the last century.

Now her life is only Whitecastle's room, dining room, garden and the cat called Knitting Ball in front of her.

This is a male cat with beautiful fluffy hair. Its fur shone like gold, its pointed ears were pierced, and it wore a pair of gold earrings. There are ancient texts on it, which means "God's blessing". The cat is very docile, with unique eye colors of one blue and one gold. It always looks at Ruola quietly, so in the eyes of the cat, Ruola can temporarily find peace.

The fluffy fur made the tomcat look like a furball when curled up, so Ruola gave it an appropriate name.

The ball of wool was a welcome gift from Lanza, Giles' newly hired staff member. ≦For a man who is almost forty, Lan Zha has a beautiful skin that makes women jealous, and a face prettier than women, as seductive as a flower. His words are fragrant poison, and his eyes are fatal tenderness. During the two months that Lan Zha came to White Castle, seven or eight women have become his lovers just because Ruola knew about it.

Before that, these women were other people's wives, or daughters.

As for other than 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 naked provocative look, and Lan Zha didn't care about the occasion and the characters. Ruola has to admit that his boldness has a fatal appeal to many women. But that would only make her sick, as if there was a nest of poisonous snakes under Lan Zha's beautiful appearance.

Ruola wondered why Gilles would hire such a man.

In contrast, the man who used to be my brother's staff, who called himself Mr. Long, was a bit mysterious, but his manners were much more upright. It's a pity that he seems to be serving Allen now, otherwise Ruola would like to persuade Gilles to invite Mr. Long back.

I tried my best to avoid thinking of him, but at this moment, Alan's voice and appearance came to mind again. Ruola sighed, covered herself with a quilt, and isolated her from the outside world. The ball of wool was very dissatisfied with this, and it worked hard to get under the quilt so that it could stay with the hostess lovingly. So Ruola's nose was filled with the scent of the tomcat,

Like the aroma of flowers, it's a little lighter. It smells peaceful, which is why she loves balls of wool.

According to Lanzha, this kind of cat that exudes natural fragrance can only be achieved by feeding it a variety of plants and flowers since childhood. Ruola didn't know how the fish-eating cat changed to eat flowers and plants, so it probably wouldn't be a pleasant memory.

Ruola held the cat in her arms, the quilt was filled with a faint fragrance, and she was deeply sleepy.

The sound of knocking on the door just dispelled Ruola's drowsiness. She poked her head out of 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'll be there later." Speaking of getting out of the quilt, Ruola looked at herself in the mirror. His hair was messy, his face was gray, his eyes were blue, and his lips were colorless. Is this sickly woman still the same person she used to gallop on the battlefield? For this question, Ruola did not have an answer for a while. She can only comb her hair, apply blush, lip gloss, eyebrow line, eye makeup, and try to restore her old self. Finally, he changed into an elegant long skirt, waved to the ball of wool, and left the bedroom with the cat.

As soon as Ellen left, there was no news, but Vera always visited her a few days a month. The girl and Father Milo brought a new sect to the people of Arkport, and the Christian Rola who only supports one god has also heard of it. She also knew that with the support of Gilles, the new sect had gained a foothold in Ark Harbor. Just downtown, a church is under construction and expected to be completed by the end of this winter.

Unknowingly, Vera has become an important figure in Ark Harbor. For almost every banquet or banquet, the organizers will try their best to invite her to attend. Ever since rumors of Vera's prophecy to Giles spread, people have become curious about the teenage girl who claims to be able to see into the future. And after Vera's predictions to several big men were all accurately fulfilled, she became famous, and it was hard to find a fortune.

Sometimes even Ruola sighs the wonder of fate when she thinks about it. A girl who was unknown a few months ago has become more familiar than herself. Now people in Ark Harbor may not know Ruola, but they will definitely know Vera.

The living room is in sight.

Ruola turned around the entrance, and the afternoon light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows a few times, painting the floor and tableware a layer of golden color. Vera was sitting in the sunshine, she was dressed in black and she was as holy as an angel. Even for a woman, Ruola had to admit that there was something unusual about this young girl. Her indifferent holiness will always make men want to violate her boldly, so as to see if the girl who has taken off her holy cloak will go crazy.

Of course, no one has dared to do this until now, including Earl Giles, who has been pursuing hard after meeting for a few times, is no exception. After all, whoever violates this saint will have to face the wrath of more than ten thousand believers. What's more, the church's armed forces "Crusaders" have also arrived at Ark Port, and one of them is an elite force composed of tenth-level knights to protect Vera day and night.

Not even Giles could lay his hands on this sacred flower.

"Good afternoon, Miss Ruola."

Seeing Ruola, Vera stood up and saluted every detail. Every detail of her was handled impeccably. If it is too perfect, it will give people a feeling of indifference. Ruola smiled lazily, and sat opposite Vera. The ball of wool jumped on top of her and curled up into a ball of fur. Ruola ran her fingers lightly over its fur, and the tom cat let out a contented meow.

"Is the church going well?" Ruola asked casually.

"Thanks to you, everything is proceeding step by step. The church has been established, and now there are believers. As long as we continue to operate like this, in two or three years, our influence can radiate to several other people. Earldom."

"That's good. If you need any help, you can come to me at any time." Ruola smiled lightly.

Vera raised her head and stared at the face of the woman in front of her. Ruola felt a little uncomfortable when she saw it, and forced a smile: "Why, is there something dirty on my face?"

"Miss Ruola, you haven't slept well for a few days?" Vera sighed, "Your face is as pale as those drug addicts, and your breath is as light as a gust of wind. Excuse me, do you sick?"

Ruola laughed: "You worry too much, Vera. I am in good health, and with the ball of wool to accompany me, I feel better than before."

"Perhaps you should find a doctor for an examination, Miss Ruola. I am not alarmist. You are the only friend Sir Allen is worried about. As his best friend, I have an obligation to remind you to pay more attention to your health." Vera seriously say.

"Don't worry?" Rola laughed at herself: "If Baron Allen is really worried about me, why didn't he come to visit me in person. Oh, I heard that his Viscount certification has passed, and he is now a Viscount."

Vera shook her head and said, "Sir Allen didn't leave for such a long time on purpose, and we are looking forward to his return. But please believe, Miss Ruola, Sir Allen does have something important to do."

"Okay, I see." Ruo La felt annoyed for no reason. She yawned and waved her hand: "I'm tired, Vera. I think I need to take a rest. If there's nothing else to do, then I'll take my leave first."

This is the most obvious order to evict guests, and Vera got up when she heard the words: "I should say goodbye, please forgive me for interrupting."

When she was about to leave, Vera turned her head and looked at the ball of wool: "Miss Ruola, if it is not necessary, you might as well stay away from that cat. As far as I know, cats are sometimes very good at bringing disasters."

"You mean wool ball?" Ruola raised the tomcat, and the wool ball called 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 grooming the tomcat looked so lonely through the crack of the door.

The door closed completely.

As soon as Vera turned around, she stopped. In front of the corridor stood a man in his thirties, wearing a high-necked silk gown. On the hem of this burgundy robe, blooming roses are embroidered with gold thread. He must be hiding something like a sachet on his body, because he stood there, and the air was a little more faintly fragrant. He showed a mouthful of white teeth, and a warm smile appeared on his face, which was a few points more beautiful than that of a woman: "Dear Miss Vera, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lanza." Vera said without expression. When Lanza's handsome face that made countless women's hearts fluttered into Vera's eyes, it gradually disappeared as if sinking into a bottomless abyss . Vera's body swayed slightly, and she saw some fragments of the future on Lanza's body.

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