In fact, the person who is most attached to Roland is Torina, but because she is like a child, Seren thinks it is normal. Although there were some minor twists and turns during this lunch, it went smoothly. After lunch, a knight named Rodel came to see Roland. "Your Highness, the interrogation has yielded results." "......." Roland was a little helpless. It had been two years since he resigned, but Knight Rodel still regarded him as his direct superior. He asked directly: "Why did you notify me?" "Huh? This?" The knight captain obviously didn't expect Roland to ask this. He was stunned for a long time and even stuttered when he spoke. After sending him away, Roland went to find For and Lance, and planned to spend the afternoon with them. Who is going to deal with those things? It is no longer Roland's responsibility. It will be enough if he can capture the corrupt perfumer alive. You can investigate the things obtained through torture on yourselves.
They first went to the commercial street and walked around, visiting almost every store. Going shopping with a woman is such a hassle. He could have bought them all, but two people stopped him and insisted on going through each store one by one. A unique yet unpretentious ready-to-wear clothing store with a simple and elegant decoration style. The walls are made of old ochre-colored bricks that have been weathered by time, which are contrasted by the dark brown wooden beams and ceiling. Roland knew this shop, which was very famous in the royal city and had made casual clothes for him many times. Later, his manuscript was "leaked" by Torina, and the store seemed to be forgotten for a while. The store is simply and orderly furnished, with clothes of all colors hung on vintage iron racks. Every detail reveals a strong sense of age. They're all old styles. Roland was wearing a three-piece suit today, a double-breasted vest in a different color, and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. This store does not provide models, and does not even have any services. However, it is precisely because of this that the nobles can try on clothes themselves like ordinary people, which has made this store very famous. Lance came out of the dressing room, wearing a snow-white robe. The walls around her were inlaid with several large fitting mirrors, the frames of which were made of exquisite hollow wood carvings. She stood in front of the mirror and asked Roland. "what do you think?" "Okay." Roland was actually not very interested in the clothes from the Border Region, as they were not as interested in the manuscripts he brought with him. Especially women's clothing. Of course, the armor in this world is good. When he was A-Ti, he had several sets of armor that he particularly liked. The White Wolf Warrior Ghost, the Noble Corruption Knight, and the Lost Homeland Knight that I have been wearing in the early stages. Furl sat with him and watched his sister try on the clothes one by one. Even she knew that Roland's preference was definitely for new styles. Those were all drawn by him, so they must suit his taste.
The two of them leaned together and watched the silver-haired lady change into a red dress. Lance stood in front of the mirror and felt that it didn't fit her well. She looked in the center of the shop and saw an old tailor's table, on which were placed various exquisite hand-sewing tools and some unfinished design drawings. If she looked closely, she would find that those drawings were all sent from Roland. The old tailor at the back was very perceptive. He noticed their gazes and quickly stood up to serve them. The old tailor who never provides services to outsiders, makes each piece of clothing one-of-a-kind and does not accept custom orders, however, when faced with Golden Godwin and the two ancient dragons, he feels that he can still accept custom orders. After Lance made his request clear, the old tailor also showed an unpleasant smile and finally turned his gaze to Roland. "Your Highness, it's not that I don't have the ability, it's that I don't have the right drawings. Please see..." "what clothes?" Roland was also a layman when it came to making clothes, so it was impossible for him to draw the blueprints. What Torina distributed at the beginning were just manuscripts with drawings of clothing patterns. Today's clothes are all made by tailors who personally draw blueprints from manuscripts that are no different from casual doodles. After talking with the old tailor for a few words, he suddenly realized and stared at the drawing in his hand. Chapter 128 Details "Just one line? Just one line? Can it make such a big difference?" The old tailor held the blueprint in his hands as if he were holding some rare treasure, his face excited. After watching it again and again, he recalled the gathering a few days ago, where his colleagues had praised His Highness generously. Just talking to His Highness for a few words gave me this kind of inspiration, and ideas kept popping up in my mind. All the questions I had about the drawings just now have been resolved. The blond young man sat back on the sofa and Miss Lance stared at the profile of his face. "As expected, you know so much about clothes. You understand more about clothes than a tailor. Where do you get all those wonderful ideas?" "I've seen a lot. I've painted it before." Roland didn't think there was anything to be proud of, because he had another world to lean on. Ignoring the old tailor's compliments and the portrait that was hung up again, the corners of his mouth twitched. No, I'm still alive. Hanging portraits at the border is a sign of respect, like the portrait of Latarn hanging in the Volcano Residence, which represents Lacard's respect and love for his brother. Looking at the bald old tailor, he suddenly remembered his own demihuman tailor. He wondered where he was now, and he would definitely bring him to the royal city if he had the chance. Ful stretched lazily, recalling today's gains and Roland's company. It would be nice if there were more days like this, but unfortunately he is always busy. They had dinner together again and returned to their residence together.
The clothes purchased today have been delivered. Roland sat in the living room. Any drink seemed boring at this time. Even if you don't have such sensitive hearing as him, you can still hear the sounds from the bathroom. The water flows over the stone slabs and gathers in the pool. How can this help you calm your mind? After all, why wash them separately? Wouldn't it be better to wash them together? Roland finally just thought about it, still sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, and looking at the decoration of Lance and For's residence. Finally, more than an hour later. Mist began to spread from the open door, obscuring the initial view and leaving only an outline visible. The graceful curve formed by the slender ankles and jade feet first catches the eye, followed by the round thighs and the big white rabbits that are about to burst out. Miss Lance had the most impressive figure, which was now on full display for him. The black tight underwear fits the body perfectly, black silk high heels are worn on the thighs, and the eyes are covered by a blindfold with black hollow patterns. Furl was completely the opposite of her and chose a pure style of dressing, but unfortunately the white bunny girl was still too tempting. This night is destined to be sleepless. The next morning, the light of the golden tree spread across the earth like golden lines of poetry, sweeping away the lingering haze of yesterday. The air was filled with a fresh smell, the scent of soil after rain, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, refreshing. The breeze blew gently, taking away the silence of the night and awakening the sleeping royal city. Likewise, Roland woke up. Looking at the two charming sisters, he decided to have breakfast before leaving. They packed up everything and finished their breakfast. Roland felt that he really should go back and return to the magic academy today. The two-finger issue can basically be dealt with, just find an opportunity. He took a carriage to the gathering place of the Death Knights to handle recent affairs. The leaves rustled in the wind, and the sounds of Death Knights training could be heard from time to time in the compound. Hearing of his arrival, Lutier came to greet him. She was wearing a full set of armor, which made a clicking sound when she walked. "Isn't it necessary to be so solemn?" Roland looked at the knights around him. Almost all of them were wearing full sets of heavy armor. "We should, Your Highness." Lutier didn't think there was anything wrong with a full set of heavy armor. They had been like this since the days of the Knights of Rodel, and it should be the same now. Since they didn't think there was a problem, Roland didn't force it and went into the office with her. Miss Dixie had been waiting for him there, wearing easy-to-move shorts and a knitted sweater under her cloak.
She also wore a black mask, and the cape and windbreaker were similar, both of which concealed her body. Lutier tactfully withdrew, leaving the space to them, without any intention of getting involved. They were the only ones left in the office. The blond young man walked steadily to her side and held her in his arms like a princess. She leaned on his shoulder. "How was your rest?" "Not bad." Her sharp temperament is still like a knife. Without the cloak to cover it, Miss Dixi is a sharp blade out of its sheath. Even though she was hidden by the crowd, this cold and arrogant beauty could still be spotted at a glance. She can actually conceal her temperament and even hide her face through makeup. But, it's not necessary. Di Xi liked the feeling of being unrestrained in front of him and being free from all constraints. Even Roland could feel that her smile today was brighter than before. "You seem to be in a good mood, too." "Yes." She nodded, "Did you see my mother?" "Yes." Roland replied. "That's right." Seeing her expression, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't listen to the Black Knife Leader Aleto and called her sister. If he really screamed, Di Xi would pinch the soft flesh on his waist. With her help, Roland finished all the affairs. There weren't many things to begin with, just some very simple things that just needed his review. "Honey, are you going back today?" Di Xi put the documents aside and asked him. "Well, what's wrong?" Roland paused. "It's okay. This time when we go back, we're going to work on the two fingers, right?" She knew everything about Roland. Only when facing her could Roland relax from the inside out. The relationship between the two people is like that between body and shadow, and Di Xi knows everything about him. "Yes, the positions of all the double fingers have been found out, and we can start at any time." Roland leaned back in his chair and said, "It's just the two of us this time. We don't need anyone else." "I'm good at this." The corners of Miss Heidao's mouth rose slightly, outlining a beautiful arc. Assassination is her job. Now, after becoming His Highness's dependent, he enjoyed the greatest benefits, he could mobilize the destined death without any scruples and borrow his solar law.
Aside from not having the Great Rune, she is not much different from a god, and can easily assassinate an unsuspecting god. Two fingers is nothing. As for Roland, who possesses the Law of the Sun, as long as he uses this power, there will be no one in the world faster than him. He could approach the speed of light and just take Di Xi for a run, there would be no possibility of information leakage. The two discussed the details and prepared to return to the magic academy. Passing through the western city wall and the portal, they returned to the Magic Academy once again.