Chapter 795 Meal
Roland did not tell Kingsley and Drozd about Beatrice's problem in detail.
But a few words and a few minutes of contact allowed these two smart people to realize the problem - this girl with an enviable figure suffered from a very regrettable disease...
That's right.
Neither Droz nor Kingsley believed in the 'Curse of the Benefactor'.
This made Randolph feel as if he had met a soulmate:
He longed too much for the other party to say "Your sister is just sick" when communicating, instead of looking at him strangely and knocking the silent and painful gong of "Maybe the benefactor is always right".
First meeting.
He began to have a liking for Droz and Kingsley.
The former is another of Roland's lovers (he thinks), and the latter seems to be a pretty good detective - at least he is rigorous enough?
The few people gradually became familiar with each other through the words conveyed by the big businessman from time to time.
Before long, they were talking about everything under the sun.
Natalie happened to arrive at this moment.
It was bloated like a urine bubble that was about to explode. When she followed the maid into the living room, Kingsley, who usually had little expression, opened his eyes slightly.
She was wearing a dark purple dress.
On the wide-brimmed hat was a stuffed black crow.
They were competing with each other to show off their plump fingers, which were covered with colorful jewel rings.
"It seems I am late, Mr. Collins."
She handed the gift to the servant with a big laugh, and took off the small brown leather bag that was leaving marks on her fat.
"You're never late for a gathering among friends, Ms. Natalie."
As everyone stood up to greet them, Roland introduced her to them.
Kingsley was a little surprised.
Benevento.
It's an expensive last name.
"Of course I believe it's a gathering among friends...otherwise you wouldn't give me such a surprise, right?"
She pointed to the stairs.
Silently, at an unknown time.
The girl with white hair and pink eyes stood at the corner, her hands on her belly, staring at everyone silently.
"Oh, I haven't introduced you yet - Lulu Benevento. Miss Natalie's sister, the youngest and most beautiful girl in the Benevento family."
Natalie touched her face with her fat hands and said mischievously, "I don't agree with the last part."
…………
…
Make dinner as rich as possible.
In fact, if you don’t follow the highest standards, no matter how you cook it, it won’t be bad - because none of these dishes claiming to be imperial cuisine originated from the empire.
For example, goose liver with sauce; snail meat seasoned with herbs and butter; steak with green beans and red wine sauce; lobster, vegetable and corn soup...
Before the meal begins, the host raises his glass.
Usually, we respect the benefactor and the monarch.
To health or happiness.
"To this cathedral and dragon."
Shandel quietly covered her lips with her fingers, and the corners of her eyes curved down - her Roland was just like that, she could tell any joke for half a year.
Rose smiled so openly that even Natalie became curious.
then.
This humorous story is repeated again.
Randolph was in great trouble: "What can I do with him?"
The businessman grumbled.
"Everyone, don't you know how difficult architects are? These people who take art baths have their own pursuits!"
Natalie agreed.
"I just don't like artists, Mr. Taylor. I feel the same way as you do."
She said.
But the reason was that artists were usually weak, only focusing on the illusory things they pursued, and rarely combining brain with physical strength - this made Rupert glare at her fiercely.
"My sister doesn't like me doing this."
Natalie smiled.
"But it's fair, right?"
Kingsley frowned. "Do you mean equality between men and women in some way? Or do you mean equality in terms of class, power, or strength?"
Natalie obviously didn't think that much.
A detective indeed.
She thought about it and answered the question with a question: "So what do you think is the most fundamental aspect?"
"Of course it's power."
Kingsley nodded slightly, looking the woman in the eyes as he spoke.
"Then the lion should be above our heads."
Natalie teased.
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
"Wisdom is also a form of power." Kingsley shook his head.
"Only one, sir, and you are beginning to sophistry."
Kingsley wanted to argue, but Roland turned to him and said, "So, Kingsley, do you understand? The name is the most important thing."
"I promised you, I already promised you, Roland."
Kingsley said helplessly: "I will keep the naming rights until you have an inspiration - okay?"
Except for the little incident between Natalie and Kingsley, the whole dinner was harmonious.
By the way.
Halida was forced to sit down at her seat (she thought she was just a servant and shouldn't sit at the table. But Roland didn't think so).
"I always like to make friends with people from all walks of life. They have something that I don't have."
After eating half a hug, Randolph began to show his social skills again.
"Is there something you don't have? Like keeping an eye on an architect with lots of ideas?"
"…A dragon, Roland. In exchange for you never mentioning this matter again."
"Then the Taylors owe me three."
Deloz was curious and asked what "owing three dragons" meant. Beatrice raised her hand high and enthusiastically told everyone the story about how the silly girl from the Taylor family was "deceived" -
Natalie laughed so hard that she fell backwards, and even Rupert couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at the complacent Roland, and an inexplicable emotion rose in his heart.
friend.
He never seemed to have any friends.
No one had ever invited him to a salon or party and 'toughed' him out to treat him like a normal person - or else, he would be given fake compliments that made him sick, the kind of 'I know you're a monster' compliments.
Either.
It is admonition.
"You should ask a priest to exorcise the evil spirit or hire a better doctor - the Benevento family is always rich, right? How can you let yourself go on like this and destroy decades of hard work of your father?"
'Man, man, what on earth do you think?'
Roland Collins.
A magical...
Son of a bitch.
"Ms. Fonseca, can I ask you something?"
Randolph gently put down the silver fork.
"Of course... sir?" Deloz chewed for a few seconds and continued - to be harsh, it was not very polite, but no one at the table cared.
"Blue Stockings," Randolph gave her a friendly smile. "I heard that you also invite men - as long as they are 'special' enough, right?"
Drozd's eyes rolled.
"Let me guess."
She stared at Randolph for a while, and her questioning was full of certainty.
"You are probably a friend of the writer...right?"
"My sister's governess." Randolph was not surprised that the other party could guess it - since they were able to open a bet, they must have investigated which publishing house first published the works of 'Laurent Bronte'.
"No wonder."
Deloz narrowed his eyes and teased a little: "No wonder Ms. Montagu said... I think the story has a prototype."
Roland did not tell Kingsley and Drozd about Beatrice's problem in detail.
But a few words and a few minutes of contact allowed these two smart people to realize the problem - this girl with an enviable figure suffered from a very regrettable disease...
That's right.
Neither Droz nor Kingsley believed in the 'Curse of the Benefactor'.
This made Randolph feel as if he had met a soulmate:
He longed too much for the other party to say "Your sister is just sick" when communicating, instead of looking at him strangely and knocking the silent and painful gong of "Maybe the benefactor is always right".
First meeting.
He began to have a liking for Droz and Kingsley.
The former is another of Roland's lovers (he thinks), and the latter seems to be a pretty good detective - at least he is rigorous enough?
The few people gradually became familiar with each other through the words conveyed by the big businessman from time to time.
Before long, they were talking about everything under the sun.
Natalie happened to arrive at this moment.
It was bloated like a urine bubble that was about to explode. When she followed the maid into the living room, Kingsley, who usually had little expression, opened his eyes slightly.
She was wearing a dark purple dress.
On the wide-brimmed hat was a stuffed black crow.
They were competing with each other to show off their plump fingers, which were covered with colorful jewel rings.
"It seems I am late, Mr. Collins."
She handed the gift to the servant with a big laugh, and took off the small brown leather bag that was leaving marks on her fat.
"You're never late for a gathering among friends, Ms. Natalie."
As everyone stood up to greet them, Roland introduced her to them.
Kingsley was a little surprised.
Benevento.
It's an expensive last name.
"Of course I believe it's a gathering among friends...otherwise you wouldn't give me such a surprise, right?"
She pointed to the stairs.
Silently, at an unknown time.
The girl with white hair and pink eyes stood at the corner, her hands on her belly, staring at everyone silently.
"Oh, I haven't introduced you yet - Lulu Benevento. Miss Natalie's sister, the youngest and most beautiful girl in the Benevento family."
Natalie touched her face with her fat hands and said mischievously, "I don't agree with the last part."
…………
…
Make dinner as rich as possible.
In fact, if you don’t follow the highest standards, no matter how you cook it, it won’t be bad - because none of these dishes claiming to be imperial cuisine originated from the empire.
For example, goose liver with sauce; snail meat seasoned with herbs and butter; steak with green beans and red wine sauce; lobster, vegetable and corn soup...
Before the meal begins, the host raises his glass.
Usually, we respect the benefactor and the monarch.
To health or happiness.
"To this cathedral and dragon."
Shandel quietly covered her lips with her fingers, and the corners of her eyes curved down - her Roland was just like that, she could tell any joke for half a year.
Rose smiled so openly that even Natalie became curious.
then.
This humorous story is repeated again.
Randolph was in great trouble: "What can I do with him?"
The businessman grumbled.
"Everyone, don't you know how difficult architects are? These people who take art baths have their own pursuits!"
Natalie agreed.
"I just don't like artists, Mr. Taylor. I feel the same way as you do."
She said.
But the reason was that artists were usually weak, only focusing on the illusory things they pursued, and rarely combining brain with physical strength - this made Rupert glare at her fiercely.
"My sister doesn't like me doing this."
Natalie smiled.
"But it's fair, right?"
Kingsley frowned. "Do you mean equality between men and women in some way? Or do you mean equality in terms of class, power, or strength?"
Natalie obviously didn't think that much.
A detective indeed.
She thought about it and answered the question with a question: "So what do you think is the most fundamental aspect?"
"Of course it's power."
Kingsley nodded slightly, looking the woman in the eyes as he spoke.
"Then the lion should be above our heads."
Natalie teased.
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
"Wisdom is also a form of power." Kingsley shook his head.
"Only one, sir, and you are beginning to sophistry."
Kingsley wanted to argue, but Roland turned to him and said, "So, Kingsley, do you understand? The name is the most important thing."
"I promised you, I already promised you, Roland."
Kingsley said helplessly: "I will keep the naming rights until you have an inspiration - okay?"
Except for the little incident between Natalie and Kingsley, the whole dinner was harmonious.
By the way.
Halida was forced to sit down at her seat (she thought she was just a servant and shouldn't sit at the table. But Roland didn't think so).
"I always like to make friends with people from all walks of life. They have something that I don't have."
After eating half a hug, Randolph began to show his social skills again.
"Is there something you don't have? Like keeping an eye on an architect with lots of ideas?"
"…A dragon, Roland. In exchange for you never mentioning this matter again."
"Then the Taylors owe me three."
Deloz was curious and asked what "owing three dragons" meant. Beatrice raised her hand high and enthusiastically told everyone the story about how the silly girl from the Taylor family was "deceived" -
Natalie laughed so hard that she fell backwards, and even Rupert couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at the complacent Roland, and an inexplicable emotion rose in his heart.
friend.
He never seemed to have any friends.
No one had ever invited him to a salon or party and 'toughed' him out to treat him like a normal person - or else, he would be given fake compliments that made him sick, the kind of 'I know you're a monster' compliments.
Either.
It is admonition.
"You should ask a priest to exorcise the evil spirit or hire a better doctor - the Benevento family is always rich, right? How can you let yourself go on like this and destroy decades of hard work of your father?"
'Man, man, what on earth do you think?'
Roland Collins.
A magical...
Son of a bitch.
"Ms. Fonseca, can I ask you something?"
Randolph gently put down the silver fork.
"Of course... sir?" Deloz chewed for a few seconds and continued - to be harsh, it was not very polite, but no one at the table cared.
"Blue Stockings," Randolph gave her a friendly smile. "I heard that you also invite men - as long as they are 'special' enough, right?"
Drozd's eyes rolled.
"Let me guess."
She stared at Randolph for a while, and her questioning was full of certainty.
"You are probably a friend of the writer...right?"
"My sister's governess." Randolph was not surprised that the other party could guess it - since they were able to open a bet, they must have investigated which publishing house first published the works of 'Laurent Bronte'.
"No wonder."
Deloz narrowed his eyes and teased a little: "No wonder Ms. Montagu said... I think the story has a prototype."
