The ball of wool arched its mistress with its slightly wet nose, and its cherry-like pink nose spat out two streaks of hot air onto Jorah's hand. Lying in the velvet sheets woven with golden threads, Jorah, who had most of her body exposed, turned her body sideways. Black silk brushed past the tip of his nose and scattered on the soft mattress embroidered with red roses and spices.
The female warrior who had once killed her enemies bravely on the battlefield was now like a lazy cat. Jorah could no longer remember how long it had been since she visited the barracks. After her brother Ou Ban's death, she spent less and less time in the barracks. At first, he would run to the camp every three to five days and practice his swordsmanship. But now, Jorah could hardly remember what the barracks looked like. Even the feeling of holding a longsword in her hand was from the last century.
Now, her life consisted of White Castle's rooms, dining rooms, gardens, and the cat in front of her.
This is a male cat, and it has beautiful fluffy fur. Its fur was so shiny that it looked like it was made of gold, and its pointed ears were pierced with a pair of golden earrings. There were ancient words on it that meant "God's Blessing". The cat was very docile and had a strange blue and gold pupil. It would always look at Jorah quietly, so in the cat's eyes, Jorah could temporarily find peace.
The fluffy fur made the male cat look like a ball of fur when it curled up into a ball, so Ruo La gave it a suitable name.
The wool ball was a gift from Lanza to her. It was Gills' new aide. A man who was almost forty years old, Lanza had a beautiful skin that made women jealous, and a face that was even more beautiful than a woman's. It was as seductive as a flower. His words were fragrant poison, and his eyes were deadly gentle. In the two months that Lanza had been in White Castle, Jorah alone knew that seven or eight women had become his lovers.
Before that, these women were other people's wives, or daughters.
As for outside White Castle, Jorah didn't know how many lovers he had. Jorah didn't like Lanza. Even though he was polite, every time he looked at Jorah, Jorah had the urge to slash him with her sword. It was a naked and provocative look, and Lanza didn't care about the occasion or the person. Ruola had to admit that his boldness was deadly attractive to many women. But that would only make her feel disgusted. Under Lanza's beautiful appearance, it was as if there was a nest of poisonous snakes.
Jorah didn't know why Gills hired such a person.
In comparison, her brother's former advisor, the man who called himself Mr. Long, was a little mysterious, but his behavior was much more proper. Unfortunately, he seemed to be serving Allen now, otherwise Jorah would have persuaded Gills to invite Mr. Long back.
She had tried her best to avoid thinking about him, but at this moment, Allen's voice and face appeared in her mind again. Ruo La sighed and covered herself with the quilt, isolating herself from the outside world. The ball of yarn was very dissatisfied, and it tried to get under the quilt so that it could stay close to its mistress. As a result, Ruo La's nose was filled with the scent of the male cat. It was like the fragrance of flowers, but it was a little lighter. The smell calmed her mind, which was why she liked the ball of yarn.
According to Lanza, this kind of cat that emitted a natural fragrance had to be fed a variety of plants and flowers since it was young. Ruo La didn't know how a cat that ate fish changed to eat flowers and plants, but it would probably not be a happy memory.
Ruo La hugged the cat, and the fragrance of the quilt surged. She was sleepy.
The knock on the door dispelled Ruo La's sleepiness. She poked her head out of the quilt and asked lazily, "Who is it?"
"Miss, Ms. Vera is here."
Jorah nodded, "Take her to the living room and entertain the guests for me. I'll be there soon." As she spoke, she got out of the quilt and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy, her face was gray, her eyes were green, and her lips were colorless. Was this sickly woman still the same person who had galloped on the battlefield? Ruo La did not have an answer to this question. She could only comb her hair, put on her blush, put on her lips, draw her eyebrows, and put on her eye makeup, trying to restore her former self. In the end, she put on an elegant dress, waved at the wool ball, and left the bedroom with the cat.
There was no news of Allen after he left, but Vera would come to visit her a few days a month. The girl and Father Miro had brought a whole new sect to the people of Ark Harbor, and Jorah had heard of Christianity, which only supported one god. She also knew that with Gills' support, the new sect had a foothold in Ark Harbor. A church is being built right in the center of the city and is expected to be completed by the end of this winter.
Unknowingly, Vera had become an important figure in Ark Harbor. Almost every banquet or banquet, the organizers would try their best to invite her to attend. Ever since Vera's prophecy about Gills spread, people were filled with curiosity about this girl who claimed to be able to peek into the future. As Vera's prophecy of several great figures came true, her reputation rose, and it was hard to get a glimpse of her.
Sometimes, even Jorah would sigh at the wonders of fate when she thought about it. A few months ago, no one knew about a girl, but now, she was even more familiar than herself. Right now, people in Ark Harbor didn't know Jorah, but they definitely knew Vera.
The living room was in sight.
Jorah turned around the entrance, and the afternoon light shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, painting the floor and tables with a layer of golden color. Vera sat in the sunlight. She was dressed in black and was as holy as an angel. Even if she was a woman, Jorah had to admit that this young girl had an unusual charm. Her indifferent holiness always made men want to boldly violate her. Let's see if the girl would go crazy like fire after taking off her holy coat.
Of course, until now, no one dared to do so, including Earl Gills, who had been pursuing him bitterly after meeting him a few times. After all, whoever violated this Holy Maiden would have to face the wrath of more than ten thousand believers. Moreover, the Church's armed forces, the Crusaders, had already arrived at Ark Harbor. One of the elites was made up of Rank 10 Knight, protecting Vera day and night.
Even Gills could not touch this sacred flower.
"Good afternoon, Miss Jorah."
Seeing Jorah, Vera stood up and bowed. Every detail of her was impeccable. Because it was too perfect, it gave people a feeling of indifference. Jorah smiled lazily and sat opposite Vera. The ball of wool jumped onto her and shrunk into a ball of fur. Jorah gently slid her fingers through its fur, and the male cat let out a satisfied cry.
"Is the matter of the church going smoothly?" Jorah asked casually.
"Thanks to you, everything is going according to plan. The church has been settled, and now the believers have been settled. As long as we continue to operate like this, in another two or three years, our influence will radiate to the other Earls. "
"That's good. If you need any help, you can come to me at any time." Jorah smiled faintly.
Vera raised her head and stared at the face of the woman in front of her. Jorah felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and forced a smile, "What, is there anything dirty on my face?"
"Miss Jorah, how many days have you not slept well?" Vera sighed, "Your face is as pale as those addicts, and your breathing is as light as a gust of wind. If I may be so bold as to ask, are you ill? "
Jorah laughed, "You worry too much, Vera. I'm in good health, and with the wool ball accompanying me, I feel better than before. "
"Perhaps you should find a doctor to check, Miss Jorah. I'm not alarmist. You are the only friend Sir Allen is worried about. As his best friend, I have the duty to remind you to pay more attention to your health. "Vera said seriously.
"Worried?" Jorah mocked herself, "If Baron Allen is really worried about me, why didn't he come to visit me personally? Oh, I heard that he has passed the viscount certification and is now a viscount. "
Vera shook her head and said, "Sir Allen did not leave for so long on purpose, and we are looking forward to his return. But please believe me, Miss Jorah, Sir Allen does have an important matter to attend to. "
"Alright, I see." Jorah felt a burst of inexplicable boredom. She yawned and waved her hand, "I'm tired, Vera. I think I need to rest for a while. Look, if there's nothing else, then I'll take my leave first. "
This was an obvious eviction order. Vera got up and said, "It should be me who says goodbye. Please forgive me for disturbing you."
Just as she was about to leave, Vera turned around and looked at the wool ball, "Miss Jorah, if it's not necessary, you might as well stay away from that cat. As far as I know, cats are sometimes good at causing disaster. "
"You mean wool ball?" Jorah raised the male cat, and the wool ball called out to its mistress charmingly. Jorah shook her head and laughed, "You're too sensitive, Vera. How can this little thing cause any disaster?"
Vera nodded and left. When she closed the door, through the crack in the door, the woman who was combing the male cat looked so lonely.
The door was completely closed.
As soon as Vera turned around, she stopped. In front of the corridor stood a man in his thirties, wearing a high-collared silk robe. At the corners of the wine-red robe, there were blooming roses embroidered with gold thread. He must have something like a sachet hidden on his body, and because he was standing there, there was a faint fragrance in the air. He revealed a mouthful of white teeth, and a warm smile appeared on his face, which was even more beautiful than a woman's, "Dear Miss Vera, good afternoon."
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