About twenty minutes later, Hestad and Paran arrived at Roger's residence in the carriage in the manor.
Roger went to the bedroom first, and the servants led Paran and Hesta to the study to sit down, and brought them some hot drinks.
This study room is much smaller than the one in Tanglar. The furniture is mostly made of wood. There is no main light on the ceiling. There are only brighter light sources placed next to the desk and the single sofa near the bookshelf, making the whole room look older. Old and cozy.
Compared with Tanglar's large and luxurious study, this place is indeed more like a place for reading.
Hesta walked slowly along the wall. There were many photo frames of different sizes hanging on the wall. The photo frames contained not photos, but collections collected by Roger from all over the world - specimens of unknown blue-winged butterflies, A million-year-old bamboo leaf fossil, a rock painting with a natural texture of a swallow...
In the lower right corner of each collection, the place and time when the collection was obtained are written in the same handwriting. The time is concentrated in the past three years, and the footprints are spread across six regions.
Hesta took a deep breath, and she knew exactly what this meant - when Rico's assassination failed and Roger completely disappeared under the protection of the coalition government, this man's sentence had ended.
Twenty-one years in prison is a joke... At least, since the summer of 4629, Roger has begun his travels around the world.
Although Hestad had been mentally prepared for it, when she really faced this fact, the huge sense of absurdity still made her feel at a loss. Before she was completely angered, Hestad forced herself to quickly look away.
She sat down at the desk and picked up the newspaper on the table - anything. At this moment, she urgently needed some new information to flush her brain, so that she would no longer think about where and how Roger was living in these years. magical days.
She unfolded the folded newspaper with a clatter, and the bust of Campbell on the front page looked at her with a complicated look.
This portrait has obviously been carefully modified - Campbell's face, which has always been quite gentlemanly, actually looks a little more cunning.
Hesta glanced through the text. This should be the news that Tanglar was reading this morning. Although they were all speculations from "informed people", he expected that they would not deviate too much from the facts.
She glanced at the furnishings in the study room again. This was the only newspaper in the room.
Although Hestad didn't know much about Roger's living habits, she knew that these people always liked to read newspapers during breakfast in order to get the day's conversation topics as quickly as possible. Except for a few people who have the habit of reviewing newspapers and periodicals themselves, most newspapers will be taken away by servants after breakfast, and they will either be stored in a fixed place or discarded directly.
This newspaper related to Campbell appeared alone on Roger's desk at this moment. There must be a reason.
"It's been a long wait. I hope you two don't find this place too boring."
Roger pushed open the door and walked in. He was still wearing a mask, but he had changed into a loose silk shirt. There was a bow made of white ribbon on his collar, and the two tail straps were like butterfly wings, following his walk. And swaying gently.
Rico once accurately ridiculed this style of dressing - it reveals a "deliberate casualness" everywhere.
Roger held a dark green velvet square box in his arms. He turned around, closed the door, and placed the box on the desk in front of Hesta.
"Can I ask you a question Mr. Grey?"
"of course."
"Is this really just a place where you live temporarily?" Palan leaned back on the soft chair. "I think the decoration here is completely different from the viscount's mansion."
"Your observations are so keen," Roger said with a smile, "The Viscount and I are very good friends. He gave this house to me when it was first built. I happened to be short of some place to store my collection at that time, so I personally took over the decoration of this small house."
Paran looked at the velvet box on the table, "Is this the gift you want to give me?"
"Exactly."
"What is it?"
"Please come and see for yourself."
Roger politely took a step aside, while Paran stood up from the soft chair with a doubtful look on his face and walked to the table with a graceful gait.
Opening the velvet box, Hesta saw two stacks of envelopes tied with fine linen rope.
"What is this?" Paran asked.
Roger didn't answer, just looked at her with a smile.
Paran untied the knot and pulled out an envelope at random, "...Oh, is there a letter inside?"
"Yeah." Roger replied with a smile.
"I want to see what kind of medicine you sell in this gourd..." Paran took out the paper from the unsealed letter and read it at a glance.
There was silence in the study. Hesta did not read the content of the letter, but just stared at Paran's expression - her eyes did undergo some changes, from the initial indifference to surprise.
"This is..." Paran's voice was very soft, "A letter written by Carlo to a friend?"
"It's a pity that it's not the original copy," Roger said in a gentle voice. "The original copy is in the hands of a friend of mine. I tried to persuade him to sell those letters to me before, but he didn't want to give up. Oh, if I had known I would be here with you. We know each other, even if he offered ten times the price, I should still buy it. Is there anything in the world that is more worthwhile than Bo Jiaren's smile?"
"...How is it possible that the original is still there? Who is this friend of yours -"
"I'm sorry I can't reveal his name," Roger said softly, "but if you are really interested, I can ask him personally for you."
"Oh... Mr. Gray..." Paran held Roger's hand, "You are truly the best person in the world."
"Carlo." Hesta repeated the name in a low voice, "Is that the painter from District 9?"
"Yes," Roger looked at Hesta with some surprise, "So Miss Eureka also knows her?"
"I don't know, but I heard it from a friend," Hestad replied. "He is an artist who is as cruel, passionate, and full of vitality as the weather in District 9."
"This is really the most appropriate description I have ever heard." Roger praised sincerely.
Although rationally Hesta knew that he should be merciful and merciful to the people in front of him - Roger had been treating her and Paran with an extremely affectionate attitude since the afternoon when they played at the Viscount Mansion.
Judging from Palan's reaction just now, this person's ability to do what he likes is also first-rate.
But at the moment, Hesta didn't even want to look into Roger's eyes.
She cast her gaze on the lid of the velvet box and could only manage to say: "...Does Mr. Gray also like Carlo?"
“Of course, Kahlo is a gifted artist and a brave feminist pioneer,” Roger said softly, “Eternal women guide us upward.”
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