Edge of the Apocalypse

The ball of yarn arched its mistress with her slightly wet nose, and her pink nose like a cherry sprayed two hot air 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 the tip of his nose, scattered on this soft mattress embroidered with red roses and spices.

The female warrior who once killed the enemy bravely on the battlefield is now like a lazy cat. Ruola can't remember how long she hasn't visited the barracks. After the death of her brother Oban, she has less and less time to go to the barracks. At the beginning, I 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 a long sword in his hand is a thing of the last century.

Now she only lives in the rooms, dining room, garden and the cat called the ball of wool in front of her.

This is a male cat with beautiful fluffy hair. Its hair is as shiny as gold, its two pointed ears are pierced, and it wears a pair of golden earrings. There are ancient words on it, meaning "God's Blessing". The cat is very docile, with a 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 hair, when the male cat curled up into a ball, was like a ball of hair, so Ruola gave it a suitable name.

The ball of yarn is a meeting gift from Lanza, who is Giles' new staff. For a man who is almost forty, Lanza has beautiful skin that makes women jealous, and a face that is prettier than a woman, so seductive like a flower. His words are fragrant poison, and his eyes are deadly tender. In the two months since Lanza came to Baibao, only Ruola knew that seven or eight women had become his lovers.

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 naked and provocative 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, underneath Lanzha's beautiful appearance, it seemed as if there was a nest of poisonous snakes.

Ruola doesn't know why Giles would hire such a person.

In contrast, the old brother's staff, the man who claimed to be Mr. Long, was a bit mysterious, but he behaved much more well. Unfortunately, he seems to be serving Allen now, otherwise Ruola wants to persuade Giles to invite Mr. Long back.

I have tried my best to avoid thinking of him, but at this moment, Alan'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 its hostess. So Ruola's nose is full of the scent of the male cat's body, like the scent of flowers, which is lighter. The smell makes people feel at ease, which is why she likes **** of wool.

According to Lanzha, this kind of cat with a natural scent can only be achieved by feeding it a variety of plants and flowers since childhood. If La doesn't know how the fish-eating cat changed to eat flowers and plants, it will probably not be a happy memory.

Ruola hugged the cat, the quilt smelled secretly, and she was sleepy.

The knock 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 one 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 changed into 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 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 peek into the future. And after Vera's predictions made to several big men 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 was unknown to no one a few months ago, has now become better known than herself. Now people in Ark Harbor don't know Ruola, but they definitely know Vera.

The living room is in sight.

Ruola turned around the entrance, and the afternoon light shone from the French windows, coating the floor and tables with a golden color. Vera was sitting in the sunshine, her black dress and black dress, holy as an angel. Even as a woman, Ruola had to admit that this young girl had an unusual charm. Her holiness with a bit of indifference will always make 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, is no exception. 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 is protecting Vera day and night.

Even Giles could not get involved in 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.

"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 like this, in two or three years, our influence can radiate to several others. Earls collar."

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

Vera raised her head and stared at the face of the woman before 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 I got sick?"

Ruola laughed: "You are too worried, Vera. I am in good health, and there is a ball of yarn to accompany me, I feel better than before."

"Perhaps you should find a doctor to check it, Miss Jola. I'm not alarmist. You are the only friend of Sir Allen who can't worry about it. As his best friend, I have an obligation to remind you to pay more attention to your health." Vera seriously Say.

"Can't rest assured?" Ruola laughed at herself: "If Baron Allen really can't worry about me, why didn't he come to visit me personally. Oh, I heard that his Viscount certification has passed, and he is now a Viscount Lord."

Vera shook her head and said: "Sir Allen didn't leave for so long on purpose. We are also looking forward to his return. But please believe that Miss Jola, Sir Allen does have an important task."

"Okay, I get it." Ruola felt bored for no reason. She yawned and waved: "I'm tired, Vera. I think I have to take a break. See if nothing happens, then I will leave first."

This was an obvious order to leave, and Vera stood up after hearing the words: "I should say goodbye. Please forgive me for bothering me."

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 the cat. As far as I know, cats are sometimes very good at inducing disasters~www .readwn.com~You said the ball of yarn?" If Ra raised the male cat, 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, and then left. When she closed the door, looking from the crack of the door, the woman combing the male cat's hair looked so lonely.

The door closed completely.

Vera turned around and stopped. In the front of the corridor stood a man in his thirties, wearing a silk robe with a high collar. The corners of this wine-red robe are embroidered with blooming roses with gold thread. He must be hiding something like a sachet, because he was standing 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 gradually disappeared like sinking into a bottomless abyss. . Vera's body swayed slightly, and she saw some future fragments on Lanza's body.

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