My Heroic Life
My Heroic Life Chapter 160
"...I remember that I circled a large piece of land at that time."
"Yes." Da Vinci said with a smile: "You are now the biggest landlord in Paris."
Chapter 27: Breaking into a private house is like breathing
Paris France.
Roland looked at the towering cathedral in front of him and the subsequent manor-style buildings, and sighed that it took him only a nap from the mud legs on the battlefield to one of the few rich men in Paris.
"But I can't live in this place."
He looked at the cathedral next to him in confusion, and asked the watch-style mobile terminal: "Why is there such a thing on my land?"
"This is built to commemorate you. In fact, there are your memorial, statues, cemetery and other facilities in the manor behind."
"Oh." Roland suddenly realized: "In other words, you have built a grave for me on my land?"
"Uh, you can explain it that way."
Da Vinci smiled wryly across the mobile terminal.
"The cathedral and other facilities have ceased operations for renovations after your return. If you want to move in..."
"Farewell, I don't want to sweep my grave by myself."
After discussing for a long time, Roland was finally placed in a small manor that had been idle for many years, ten minutes' drive from the headquarters of the Tribunal. He refused to accompany him and took a taxi. He looked at the roads that were much deserted compared to the city center. The scenery finally came to an old building.
It was a single-family manor called a hot spring hall with no buildings on the left and right. The walls covered with green plants and the sturdy, fully enclosed gate had a design style that was similar to the wartime decades ago, which made Roland a little bit at first sight. Good impression.
The entrance gate is a wide courtyard. Because it was a temporary decision to move here, the courtyard has not been trimmed yet, and there are a lot of weeds and shrubs. Before passing the grass scene of the vestibule, there is a Gothic two-story building with a basement. What is more satisfying is that this house is not as heavy as the old building. Instead, it pays attention to daylighting. Not to mention the numerous skylights, even part of the first floor of the house is panoramic and can see the entire courtyard.
The whole building has more than ten rooms, four bathrooms, two simple bathrooms and a large bathroom that can accommodate dozens of people in a bath. The natural hot spring water can be used in the bathroom, which is the origin of the name of the hot spring museum. , There is a wine cellar in the basement, and the entire second floor is a library, and there are several small arms rooms unique to wartime buildings in the whole house.
"Just here."
Standing in the sunny panoramic lighting room connected to the courtyard on the first floor, Roland smiled and squinted against the sun.
"You seem to be satisfied with this place."
"Well, to be honest, the house is a bit big, but it doesn't matter if there is a cleaning magic at work."
"Then, I will contact the relevant personnel in this part of Caochang..."
"No, I will do it myself."
Roland walked to the small door leading to the courtyard from the daylighting room, opened the door and strolled on the grass. He gently raised his hand to emit magic power. The wind-attribute blade quickly took shape and began to clear the entire grassland. The cut plants floated and condensed into Tuan was burned out by magical flames again.
After confessing a few words to Leonardo, Roland looked at the lawn that had just been processed, relaxed and lay down. He rolled back and forth on the soft lawn a few times, looking up at the sky in a daze.
Is it finally over?
Is this long war finally over?
There is no need to listen to the war report every day, no need to face the list of dead every day, no need to fight those monsters that can't be killed, no need to watch those familiar faces leave one by one.
so good.
At this moment, the long-haired young man felt a strong sense of relief. The pressure accumulated over the years seemed to have found a way to release. There was no need to worry about the attack of flying dragons, and there was no need to always pay attention to wartime warnings. He was just like this. I opened my body and basked in the sun on the flat and comfortable lawn.
The breeze blew his long hair slightly, and the young man's consciousness gradually blurred in the warm sun, his eyes became heavier and heavier, and finally he put down his vigilance and gradually fell asleep.
It was a peaceful sleep to truly let go of your worries. The regular ups and downs of breathing elapsed. It was already in the afternoon when the eyes under Roland's eyelids moved gently again.
He sat up slowly, with a few weeds on his head. The young man looked at the sun that was about to set, and couldn't help but sigh.
"It's so peaceful."
He slowly got up and stretched his waist, feeling that his soul has relaxed a lot in this peaceful sleep. He returned to the house and found a big bedroom. It was evening before he packed his luggage.
Roland used his mobile terminal to find nearby supermarkets and takeaway shops. Money is no longer a problem for him. After fighting for half his life, he has qualified to be a national rice bug and died, but he hesitated for a while, he decided to go out. Buy ingredients and make it yourself.
There is no other reason, this is life.
Roland, who tried his best to lean on ordinary people, walked out for more than ten minutes, and finally arrived at the nearest supermarket. After paying with the mobile terminal, the young man carrying a large bag finally embarked on the return journey.
Roland, who has not held a kitchen knife for the first time in many years, found a feeling very much. For him now, drawing a knife and slaying a dragon is probably easier than cooking a meal. It is worth mentioning that the smoke from Huaxiacai is too big to cause the house fire. The facility was triggered, and Roland had to use the magic flame to cook vegetables in the courtyard.
After a lot of setbacks, Roland finally put the food on the small table in the daylighting room. He took a bottle of wine with a decent vintage from the cellar, and started eating by himself watching the light in the courtyard.
Roland, who has not cooked for many years, has degraded a lot of his cooking skills. Last time he remembered that he made it for Anna, but this did not dispel his enthusiasm. He had a great appetite after he hadn’t eaten local dishes for many years. I sigh that the artificial human body provided by Da Vinci is sensitive to taste.
After dealing with the garbage and dinner plates after the meal, Roland came to the reception room and turned on the Internet TV. He switched over the boring programs one by one, made a cup of tea and started drinking alone. After a long time, the tea was slightly cold, and he looked back at the black Quiet and lacquered corridor, muttering to himself:
"Be a few envoys tomorrow."
Roland felt a little deserted at home, but what he didn't know was that this was probably the last deserted time.
"Hey? Why did you choose such a remote place?"
"Fortunately, Lord Roland's current situation should indeed live away from the crowd."
"Well, and it's pretty close to the trial court headquarters."
The young man was drinking tea, but a few familiar female voices suddenly came from the quiet courtyard, followed by a knock on the door.
Roland froze for a moment and got up. He hurried to the front of the entrance and opened the thick wooden door. It was indeed the saints who were still together a few days ago.
"You, what are you?"
The long-haired young man looked at Marda and Joan outside the door with a bewildered look, while the blue-haired saint said naturally:
"Work overtime today, come back late."
Chapter Twenty Eight
"???"
Come back late?
Roland looked at the two people in front of him with a dull face. The blue-haired saint smiled at this moment and made people feel more cordial. Her thin cherry-colored lips were matched with the amazing arc of the summer sling on her body. The line is perfectly compatible with the warmth of home and the passion of fire.
The blonde saint smiled bitterly and seemed to feel guilty for the two men's forcibly breaking into the house. She had a thin shirt on her upper body and jeans on her lower body. Although she looked conservative, she showed a woman who was totally different from the usual military perseverance. temperament.
Roland looked at the bags in the hands of the two of them. The suitcases, which obviously contained a lot of clothes for changing clothes, could be carried like small pockets by the heroic apostle. Judging from the degree of luggage, the two were not so much as guests. , It is better to say that it is moving.
"..."
Roland had already figured out the situation in his mind, and then...
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