Chapter 714 Ch713 Promotion to the Third Ring

Chapter 714 Ch.713 Promotion to the Three Rings

The walls of the room were covered with dark green velvet wallpaper, and silky golden branches meandered on them.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs every prism-like embellishment of its own.

The afternoon sunlight is colorful on the heavy dark wood furniture.

The oak bookcase has not filled in a book yet.

The tablecloth with light patterns was pressed with silver tea sets. Next to the fireplace is a high-back armchair with dark green velvet on the back and armrests, and a golden ring on the feet of the chair.

The crimson carpet is full of flowers, and the soft hand weaving process from across the sea makes the dull steps softer.

The curtains of similar colors like the wallpaper are made of tassels and spike belts.

There was also a piano in the corner of the room.

Just a rough description.

Because this room is extremely complex, if you really have to rub every inch of detail with words, it will probably make people crazy: waste paper! Wasting my time!

Only generally speaking:

It was one of the most beautiful decorations Roland saw.

How did Randolph know to use green and gold?

I thought so too.

"Take it down."

"If you want to give your advice, I'm afraid you can only create a hole that leaks everywhere."

That's right.

The owner of this room is Roland.

——If you open the carved deep wood grain door and unscrew the brass door handle, you will find another world:

The outside world is still bare.

Randolph had only time to ‘create’ this room, so let Roland see it first: if he likes it, continue; otherwise, it would not be wasted too much.

"Selling perfume is so profitable?"

Fernandez sat in a soft chair, feeling uncomfortable no matter how he stayed.

He was a little uncomfortable with this environment, and his butt seemed to have thorns. From entering the door to now, he changed his posture about two hundred times.

"Is there thirty pounds a day?"

"A little more than thirty pounds."

"Fifty pounds?"

"A little more than fifty pounds."

Fernandez:...

The man was discouraged, his thick lips pursed and muttered, "I'm starting to envy you, Roland."

"If you like..."

Fernandez stared at: "Buy one for me?"

"Let you watch it for a while."

“…Has anyone ever said you were annoying?”

“Yes, but his house is beautiful too.”

"You asked me to come today to make me angry and get beaten up in your new house?"

The captain picked up the coffee and took a sip, rolling it around, and said nothing good: "It's far worse than what Gils has. You probably can't taste the coffee yet, right? Even if you have a beautiful house, you'll find it a good thing. , in the most subtle places, it is still quite different."

The joke was not responded.

Roland put down the teacup and let the dust fly for a while.

"Sorry, Fernandez."

"…What?"

"I said, sorry."

"Why apologize?"

"Darwin," Roland walked through the dust, allowing the sunlight from the slanted in melting into his eyes: "I'm going to do my own thing, Fernandez. A deputy shouldn't be the leader."

Fernandez was not surprised at all.

Since he took this task that day, he knew that there would be one day when he heard someone's apology - what kind of person Roland was, he knew very well.

Seriously.

If possible, he would rather not have this apology.

It's too unaware of the court and too unaware of the executive.

"I am your captain, brother, partner, the one who will die together in the future. Roland, I have saved you, and you have saved me-"

Roland blinked: "I don't want to die with you."

Fernandez was angry and patted the handrail and said, "I'm a fucking metaphor! A metaphor!"

"Oh."

"…Anyway," Fernandez sighed fiercely, "I don't care what you are because of. Whether it's curiosity, the so-called bullshit spirit of adventure, or wanting to prove yourself in front of Lord Enid-I I think it's this reason."

He paused and stared at Roland's face.

The other party still had that damn smiling face.

"…You don't have to apologize to me anyway."

He blew heavily through his nostrils and curled his lips: "We shouldn't be like strangers."

"Strangers won't invite you to such a beautiful house."

"You can just talk about the house."

"Beautiful house, Fernandez. Beautiful house you like but don't have."

"Let's go back to the beginning."

"…I apologize to you?"

“Yes, but I don’t accept it.”

Fernandez stepped on the carpet a little harder and looked around the decoration: "It cost a lot of money. I have hardly seen such exquisite and attentive people in many places. You have a good friend, conscience and wisdom. Good friend."

"A good friend with conscience, wisdom, and a beautiful house-"

"Shut your stinky mouth."

The two were silent for a while.

"I'm telling the truth, Roland. I'm not angry, and you shouldn't apologize for it. I found that you always worry in too many unnecessary places, and be reckless in some life-and-death moments...or go crazy. You really deserve to change it. , on the other hand, is a perfect gentleman.”

Roland responded: "Perfect, and there is also a beautiful building..."

Fernandez clenched his fists and shook them in front of him.

After a few strokes, he laughed and made a sound.

"You're so famous now."

The lover of the presiding judge.

How come he is not famous?

"You'd better be careful not to expose your new residence. Lord Enid has many admirers, and then, there may be many flies coming to you for duel."

Roland smiled, “A terrible new era.”

"No matter what era, the oldest method is easy to use... Are you really at the Third Ring Road?"

Roland raised his eyes.

The flames in sight condensed into lines of text.

…………

...

"Name": Cat

"Genre": Fantasy Road (Three Ring Road)

"Description": Who can predict the next step for the cat?

This ring will enhance the physical fitness of the ritual.

You will have stronger explosive power and become as sensitive and soft as a cat.

You need to spend some time getting used to your unimaginable body and develop an equally unimaginable way of combat.

Believe me.

Whether you are good at close combat or not, your enemies are unwilling to face a quick, accurate, resilient and explosive opponent.

In particular, he can also twist his head, waist, or limbs to incredible angles.

You begin to learn to walk silently, and even run wildly in the quiet night without making a sound.

You are as sharp as a cat and are a good hunter. The longer you gaze at the target, the easier it is to discover the other party's 'weakness'.

at the same time.

Attacks in the common sense cannot easily hit you - I mean, non-scope, lock-in, material means...

And, on another level.

Curse, mind invasion, epidemic, pollution - all mysterious long-range strikes, you will have the probability of 'dodging'.

...

Loneliness, sleep soundly, fantasy.

Ununderstood laughter.

When they shout 'this madman'.

They still love you.

...

…………

"Yes."

Roland withdrew his gaze.

"I've reached the Third Ring Road, Fernandez."

He said.

"After the 'pale vision' of the first ring and the 'physical quality improvement' of the second ring, the 3rd ring brought me the power of sound."

Roland regarded the power of some secret organs as a "ring".

“Being able to soothe emotions through voices or get the answers I want from a person with a weak will.”

After hearing this, Fernandez was a little puzzled: "It sounds like an "organ". ”