Chapter 793 Not the usual kind... (Add)
When a man dressed like a girl flies over the rooftops with another man dressed like a girl under his arm—
That scene is too horrifying... and rare.
If such a scene really happened, Rupert Benevento would be willing to sit on the balcony with a cup of hot tea and enjoy it: as long as he was not the protagonist.
When he failed to refuse, he was caught and flew away.
I feel like a cat.
At least the perspective is similar.
What I saw before me was the ground rapidly receding, with bricks and stone slabs rising and falling.
Sometimes it is very close, and sometimes it is very quickly moving away.
A sudden rise and fall.
The sound of wind and laughter mixed in my ears.
"One of the worst decisions I ever made was sending you that letter."
He yelled, his white hair blown all over the place by the wind.
Combined with Roland Collins's outfit, she looked like a jumping girl holding her beloved, unused mop.
"What else?"
Mr. Robber asked.
The rest are a few other letters.
Rupert thought.
"I'm going to throw up, Mr. Collins."
He said.
"You can't carry me like this. If someone sees me, it will damage Benevento..."
A big jump.
He was one step closer to vomiting.
"Let me go! Get down!"
"How did you get your voice to sound like a girl?"
"I'm born...put! Me! Down!"
Rupert didn't answer first. He leaned against the wall and retched a few times, spitting out a few mouthfuls of sour saliva, looking angry: "Wishful thinking! How dare you--"
Move your gaze upward.
Behind him was a cloud soaked in fire.
This is the top edge of a small bell tower...
A small platform built on pillars.
A small platform that only allows people to stand on their two legs and two feet, but does not allow them to make any movements.
Rupert Benevento felt dizzy, especially when he looked down - although it might be beneath the dignity of a nobleman and his status to say it out loud...but he was indeed afraid.
Too high.
"How dare you put me here?!" he screamed.
"You said... let me put it down?"
"I said, let you put me on the ground."
Roland smiled and said, "You didn't say that."
"This is the clock tower..." Rupert said fiercely: "I now order you to put me back on the ground!"
"What is 'above ground'?" Roland stood with his hands behind his back, leaning against the curved stone wall, looking up into the distance - the city of London was taking off its smock, putting on pajamas, and preparing for a deep sleep.
"It seems I am asking too much, Collins."
Rupert wiped the bitterness from the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "No wonder the words in each letter are so monotonous and scarce. If I hadn't paid attention to the signature, I would even think it was sent by a child who had just learned to write..."
“Sometimes, what you think you know, you don’t actually know.”
Roland looked at the sunset, his voice a little hazy.
He turned his head and looked into those pink eyes.
"We all acted like ladies tonight."
"A lady won't jump onto the bell tower with another lady in her arms," Rupert stared at him fiercely, "You have no shame in wearing women's clothes, Collins..."
Roland wordlessly responded with a 'look at yourself first' look, and then quickly looked away - Rupert was also wearing a skirt.
"…My pajamas were taken to be washed by the maid."
"Yeah."
"It's just some clothes my sister left behind."
"Yeah."
"She's a filthy person who always likes to play tricks on me."
"Yeah."
"Roland Collins!!"
"Um?"
"Didn't anyone teach you to look at the person you're talking to?"
"I'm blind, Lulu."
"Don't call me Lulu!!"
Rupert was like an angry rabbit hanging on the edge of a cliff - he was eager to kill the other person, but he was so scared that his voice trembled.
"You wrote the letter and stated the conditions. Now you are going back on your word—is this the Benevento man?"
"I didn't promise you."
"Well, you have quite a few ritualists in your family?"
"Of course. It won't cost a lot to hire some of you former executives—"
"goodbye."
"Wait, wait!! Take me down first--"
Roland didn't say whether he agreed or not, but smiled in an annoying way.
Rabbit gritted his teeth: "...I will let my brother go to the court. Just wait..."
Roland turned around and pretended to leave: "That's too scary. I need to hide——"
Rupert: ...
“…get me down.”
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"Are you afraid of heights?"
"not at all."
Going to go.
"…Okay, fine. I am a little bit. But this is normal. Everyone will be afraid. Even if I have noble blood and extraordinary talents, I will still be afraid if I am not in front of the high ring—"
"You don't seem to have answered my question." Roland crossed his arms and tilted his head to tap the stone pillar.
Rupert was silent.
She just stared angrily, trying to kill the rude bastard in front of her with her pink eyes.
Then…
Going to go.
"Well, I'm afraid of heights."
The robber then smiled and said, "I knew you were afraid of heights."
Rupert gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better be careful, Roland Collins. You've provoked the Beneventos... Now, put me back on the ground."
"You still have to answer me a question."
"There is no second question."
"Are your clothes sturdy?"
The two people looked at each other in silence for a while.
Rupert looked down at his rose-colored dress and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Solid."
What if it is strong or not?
He kept talking with a gloomy face, trying to comfort his frightened colleagues, but he didn't notice a hand grabbing his sleeve.
"I can buy every piece of clothing I own, ahhhhh Roland Collins—"
Sunset.
The bell tower fell.
Fantastic experience.
The two ritualists who were observing from a distance put down their hands from setting up the awning.
Looked at each other.
"Master Rupert's friend..."
The ritualist tries to be as wordy as possible.
“Something unique.”
Another ritualist stretched his neck until the two pieces of "paper" slowly fell onto the roof, then floated left and right with the wind, and then went into the house...
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Go back and report."
He said.
"Stop talking behind my back."
"What kind of talk is that? Do you dare to discuss it in front of the master?"
"That's not called discussion," the more skillful ritualist put away the strange object in his hand and glared at his teammates: "That's called a deathbed confession."
…………
…
When two crazy and mad people landed from the second-floor balcony——
Rose wasn't surprised at all.
Ever since Roland put on Halida's dress, she knew that this "invitation" was definitely not the usual one...
At least it's not something that ordinary people can do.
"You went to fight the Immortals?"
"It's more tiring than that."
Roland pulled the man into the house and pressed him down on the carpet.
"Introducing you: Rupert Benevento. The youngest son of the Benevento family, an excellent ritualist, a gentleman with white hair and pink eyes."
Rose rolled her eyes. "I don't need you to describe what he looks like."
After saying that, she lifted up her skirt and knelt down to salute.
"I wish you well, Mr. Benevento."
She said.
"It's a pity that we are meeting under these circumstances."
Rupert covered his mouth and roared through his fingers: "... Find me a bucket!!"
When a man dressed like a girl flies over the rooftops with another man dressed like a girl under his arm—
That scene is too horrifying... and rare.
If such a scene really happened, Rupert Benevento would be willing to sit on the balcony with a cup of hot tea and enjoy it: as long as he was not the protagonist.
When he failed to refuse, he was caught and flew away.
I feel like a cat.
At least the perspective is similar.
What I saw before me was the ground rapidly receding, with bricks and stone slabs rising and falling.
Sometimes it is very close, and sometimes it is very quickly moving away.
A sudden rise and fall.
The sound of wind and laughter mixed in my ears.
"One of the worst decisions I ever made was sending you that letter."
He yelled, his white hair blown all over the place by the wind.
Combined with Roland Collins's outfit, she looked like a jumping girl holding her beloved, unused mop.
"What else?"
Mr. Robber asked.
The rest are a few other letters.
Rupert thought.
"I'm going to throw up, Mr. Collins."
He said.
"You can't carry me like this. If someone sees me, it will damage Benevento..."
A big jump.
He was one step closer to vomiting.
"Let me go! Get down!"
"How did you get your voice to sound like a girl?"
"I'm born...put! Me! Down!"
Rupert didn't answer first. He leaned against the wall and retched a few times, spitting out a few mouthfuls of sour saliva, looking angry: "Wishful thinking! How dare you--"
Move your gaze upward.
Behind him was a cloud soaked in fire.
This is the top edge of a small bell tower...
A small platform built on pillars.
A small platform that only allows people to stand on their two legs and two feet, but does not allow them to make any movements.
Rupert Benevento felt dizzy, especially when he looked down - although it might be beneath the dignity of a nobleman and his status to say it out loud...but he was indeed afraid.
Too high.
"How dare you put me here?!" he screamed.
"You said... let me put it down?"
"I said, let you put me on the ground."
Roland smiled and said, "You didn't say that."
"This is the clock tower..." Rupert said fiercely: "I now order you to put me back on the ground!"
"What is 'above ground'?" Roland stood with his hands behind his back, leaning against the curved stone wall, looking up into the distance - the city of London was taking off its smock, putting on pajamas, and preparing for a deep sleep.
"It seems I am asking too much, Collins."
Rupert wiped the bitterness from the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "No wonder the words in each letter are so monotonous and scarce. If I hadn't paid attention to the signature, I would even think it was sent by a child who had just learned to write..."
“Sometimes, what you think you know, you don’t actually know.”
Roland looked at the sunset, his voice a little hazy.
He turned his head and looked into those pink eyes.
"We all acted like ladies tonight."
"A lady won't jump onto the bell tower with another lady in her arms," Rupert stared at him fiercely, "You have no shame in wearing women's clothes, Collins..."
Roland wordlessly responded with a 'look at yourself first' look, and then quickly looked away - Rupert was also wearing a skirt.
"…My pajamas were taken to be washed by the maid."
"Yeah."
"It's just some clothes my sister left behind."
"Yeah."
"She's a filthy person who always likes to play tricks on me."
"Yeah."
"Roland Collins!!"
"Um?"
"Didn't anyone teach you to look at the person you're talking to?"
"I'm blind, Lulu."
"Don't call me Lulu!!"
Rupert was like an angry rabbit hanging on the edge of a cliff - he was eager to kill the other person, but he was so scared that his voice trembled.
"You wrote the letter and stated the conditions. Now you are going back on your word—is this the Benevento man?"
"I didn't promise you."
"Well, you have quite a few ritualists in your family?"
"Of course. It won't cost a lot to hire some of you former executives—"
"goodbye."
"Wait, wait!! Take me down first--"
Roland didn't say whether he agreed or not, but smiled in an annoying way.
Rabbit gritted his teeth: "...I will let my brother go to the court. Just wait..."
Roland turned around and pretended to leave: "That's too scary. I need to hide——"
Rupert: ...
“…get me down.”
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
"Are you afraid of heights?"
"not at all."
Going to go.
"…Okay, fine. I am a little bit. But this is normal. Everyone will be afraid. Even if I have noble blood and extraordinary talents, I will still be afraid if I am not in front of the high ring—"
"You don't seem to have answered my question." Roland crossed his arms and tilted his head to tap the stone pillar.
Rupert was silent.
She just stared angrily, trying to kill the rude bastard in front of her with her pink eyes.
Then…
Going to go.
"Well, I'm afraid of heights."
The robber then smiled and said, "I knew you were afraid of heights."
Rupert gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better be careful, Roland Collins. You've provoked the Beneventos... Now, put me back on the ground."
"You still have to answer me a question."
"There is no second question."
"Are your clothes sturdy?"
The two people looked at each other in silence for a while.
Rupert looked down at his rose-colored dress and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Solid."
What if it is strong or not?
He kept talking with a gloomy face, trying to comfort his frightened colleagues, but he didn't notice a hand grabbing his sleeve.
"I can buy every piece of clothing I own, ahhhhh Roland Collins—"
Sunset.
The bell tower fell.
Fantastic experience.
The two ritualists who were observing from a distance put down their hands from setting up the awning.
Looked at each other.
"Master Rupert's friend..."
The ritualist tries to be as wordy as possible.
“Something unique.”
Another ritualist stretched his neck until the two pieces of "paper" slowly fell onto the roof, then floated left and right with the wind, and then went into the house...
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Go back and report."
He said.
"Stop talking behind my back."
"What kind of talk is that? Do you dare to discuss it in front of the master?"
"That's not called discussion," the more skillful ritualist put away the strange object in his hand and glared at his teammates: "That's called a deathbed confession."
…………
…
When two crazy and mad people landed from the second-floor balcony——
Rose wasn't surprised at all.
Ever since Roland put on Halida's dress, she knew that this "invitation" was definitely not the usual one...
At least it's not something that ordinary people can do.
"You went to fight the Immortals?"
"It's more tiring than that."
Roland pulled the man into the house and pressed him down on the carpet.
"Introducing you: Rupert Benevento. The youngest son of the Benevento family, an excellent ritualist, a gentleman with white hair and pink eyes."
Rose rolled her eyes. "I don't need you to describe what he looks like."
After saying that, she lifted up her skirt and knelt down to salute.
"I wish you well, Mr. Benevento."
She said.
"It's a pity that we are meeting under these circumstances."
Rupert covered his mouth and roared through his fingers: "... Find me a bucket!!"
