Blood of Mercury

When Roland opened his eyes, he had already come to the interior of Orwell House.

He surveyed his surroundings--

Exquisite wooden furniture, goose-yellow curtains, shelves full of books, a stool in the corner of the room, and an empty drawing board facing the stool. And under the trembling curtains that shone with sunset light, the color of large green plants could be vaguely seen.

This is the library on the first floor.

Roland immediately remembered where it was.

Go out from here and turn right, then pass the door of the three rooms and then turn right to the lobby. The stairs to go upstairs are in the corner of the hall. Go through the hollowed-out spiral staircase, and then go to the end of the long corridor on the second floor and turn right to reach Earl Orwell's room.

His room was on the sunny side of the second floor, and his wife's room was opposite his room.

Roland remembered very clearly that Earl Orwell planted a lot of precious plants on the balcony of his room. The number of these plants is even enough for a silver druid to unleash a wild feast with all his strength.

It was next to his room, the bookstore on the second floor. Orwell likes to stay in his study on the first or second floor when he has nothing to do. Earl Orwell liked to read plays and picture books. He would even sing a few stanzas or paint half a picture afterward, but he almost never went out. Nor was he connected to any theatrical team or painter, as if he was just entertaining himself.

Earl Orwell's skin was so pale it was reminiscent of the dead.

In Richero, some people even suspected that he was already dead long ago, and what appeared in front of everyone was nothing but a corpse controlled by an evil wizard. Even in Richero, children under the age of five have never even seen him. Many events were attended by his wife instead of him.

Many people think that Earl Orwell has some kind of photophobia, or that he has severe cancer. But Roland disagreed.

Roland felt that Earl Orwell seemed to have gone crazy.

One proof is. Earl Orwell would keep telling his children that he was going somewhere to do what or what, or where he was going to meet someone Barabara. But in fact, he just went from the first floor to the second floor or from the second floor to the first floor.

There was absolutely no need for him to repeat this to the children. This is a completely pointless lie.

Even if he just doesn't go out. Or simply let the lady go for him, and no one will complain about this - the city lords of most cities will not even manage their cities so meticulously at all. They just promoted those capable people up and then squatted and played. Except for a few days of tax collection, I occasionally run into them, but I can't even find them at ordinary times.

But according to Earl Orwell's way of speaking, it seems that someone really went to the places he said. And whenever Roland asked him, he could fluently say what happened in those places, but neither the aborigines nor the players in those places had the impression of Earl Orwell.

It was once suspected that it was the places where the soul went out of the body, but this claim was quickly disproven.

When the priests of the soul realm came over, they told the players very clearly that there was no wandering soul in this mansion.

Because the keys to many rooms are owned by the Earl of Orwell alone. And he stayed there all afternoon without making a sound at all, and no one would notice this elusive earl even if he sat quietly in a certain room for an afternoon.

From the brief communication between Roland and Count Orwell, he would occasionally come up with words that seemed to communicate with someone but also seemed to be asking and answering himself. Some people may simply ignore this point, but Roland is very familiar with it.

This is usually the case with him and his sister. But their situation is more serious.

Earl Orwell seemed to be talking to a certain person, but in the depths of his sister's heart, it was not just Roland.

Roland speculates that Orwell's last wife or girlfriend, or a dead lover, is likely to be a Druid. And I'm afraid the level is not low.

Although it seems that Orwell and his wife are very affectionate, Roland always feels that when Orwell and his wife are together, Orwell smiles very fakely and ritually... I don't know if it is an illusion.

But Roland knew. If it wasn't an illusion, then maybe Orwell really had some dirty deal with the devil.

After all, what the devil is looking for is nothing more than two kinds of people—one is a genius who is good at finding loopholes and exploiting loopholes, and the other is a person with dissatisfaction.

if. If he really has something to do with the devil...

Roland frowned, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Regardless of those. Dusk should be damned, whoever it is.

If Earl Orwell is protected by any gods, Roland will beat Earl Orwell and run back to take refuge; if he has any connection with the devil, he will beat Earl Orwell to death and hand over To the temple; if he is connected to Twilight...

Dusk must die, Dusk must die—

Repeatedly praying to his former creed, Roland tightened his black robe and walked out of the study with a calm expression.

It's like being an invited guest. Roland confidently grabbed a waiter who was passing by and said to him softly, "Take me to the study."

The young waiter was obviously hesitant.

He subconsciously glanced upstairs. Then he retorted in a low voice: "But Lord Count he..."

"Just tell him that his old friend has come to him."

Roland laughed. The voices of men and women were deliberately suppressed indistinctly, and the voices of men and women came from under the black robe.

Immediately, the waiter's attitude towards Roland became much more respectful: "Are you...?"

"A little-known druid...you don't know me by name. But Orwell certainly remembers me."

Roland spoke slowly. He said in an extremely flat tone: "In order to prevent getting lost... Take me to his tea room first. Then you will bring him here."

Orwell knew a very powerful, but little-known Druid, which was already a consensus among players. Although Roland didn't know who that person was, it didn't prevent Roland from using his name to seduce Orwell.

"Is it a tea room...I see."

The waiter nodded, saluted Roland respectfully, and then took Roland upstairs.

When the other waiters and maids passed by, they saw Roland unconsciously cast their eyes. When they noticed the waiter in front of Roland, they looked away casually, without having the slightest suspicion of Roland.

In this house, the guests who walk around alone are the strangest. This man in a black robe is no different from an ordinary guest. Only a middle-aged man with a calm temperament suddenly stiffened after seeing the robe on Roland's body, and gave Roland a very respectful salute.

Roland can also guess ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He probably "guessed" Roland's identity as a blighter. The black robe that the Eternal Sleeping Embrace transformed into doesn't look like a fake.

Those who can have this kind of eyesight are not the housekeeper, but they are probably some kind of people. All in all, clearly a man of status.

And the waiter who was leading the way in front of Roland saw this scene, his footsteps paused for a moment, and he continued to walk as if impermanent.

He obviously realized that the identity of this guest was probably unusual.

After placing Roland in the tea room, he hurriedly retired and hurriedly went to inform Orwell.

Count Orwell, who was originally frowning and looked unhappy after being disturbed, heard the waiter's description of Roland, and his expression instantly lit up——

"A druid wants to see me? An old friend of mine? Where is she now?"

After being answered, he hurriedly got up from his chair. In a panic, I ran into two cups and rushed out of the room. (To be continued.)(www..)