There was a brief silence in the study until Paran's laughter interrupted it.
"Why are you laughing?" Roger looked at her tenderly.
"...These words are quite incredible coming from a man's mouth, isn't it, Eureka?"
Hesta didn't answer.
Roger smiled and frowned, shaking his head slightly, "Miss Palan, you seem to have some prejudice against men."
"Oh, really," Paran opened the folding fan again, with a smile in her eyes, "Can you please enlighten me?"
"Although I am a man, I have always been a staunch feminist. Not only that, I think everyone - as long as he has basic conscience and reason, he will be a natural feminist."
Roger's voice was still soft, but his expression was more solemn, and every word that came out of his mouth sounded like it came from the heart.
"So what do you mean?"
"Because the fate of men and women is one, Miss Palan, whether you admit it or not, this is an unchangeable fact - every woman in the world will be the mother, wife or daughter of some man. That's right. Because our destinies are so closely linked, I will always support women in fighting for equal rights with men. In my opinion, this is a cause that all feminists strive for."
As soon as Roger finished his declaration, Paran immediately applauded, "Oh my God, it's so touching. You are such a respectable and good man - Eureka, don't you think so?"
Hesta was a little annoyed. Every word Palan said sounded strange to her, and she found that Palan always pushed the topic towards her, intentionally or unintentionally.
Hesta fell back lazily, leaned back on Roger's chair, and replied calmly: "Yes."
Paran held the table, completely ignoring the gunpowder in Hesta's eyes, "So, are you a feminist, Eureka?"
"I'm not."
Paran glanced at Roger with an embarrassed look, and then looked back at Hesta: "But Mr. Gray just said that everyone with a basic conscience is a natural feminist, why aren't you? Wait a minute - Do you know what ‘feminism’ is?”
"I don't know." Hesta raised her head, "I haven't heard of it."
Roger's voice remained calm, "Actually, these conceptual entanglements are not important, as long as the concepts are consistent -"
"But I have never thought about striving for equality with men. Does this count as the same ideal?"
Roger laughed dryly, then turned around to get the cold water glass and snacks aside, "Well, how should I put it..."
On the side, Paran was trying not to laugh out loud, and Hesta glared at her - Stop being so arrogant, my friend.
"I find that Mr. Gray's collection is very special." Hestad stood up and started talking again. "Just among the things you put in the study, there are many that I have never seen before."
Roger readily accepted the new topic. He glanced at the wall of his study room and said, "You can see if there is anything you like here. If any of my collections are lucky enough to fall into the eyes of Miss Youleka, I will be very happy." honored."
"Anything?"
Roger leaned against the low cabinet beside him, "Yes, I can't take it away anyway, so why not give it to someone who is destined to do so."
"...Is Mr. Gray going to travel somewhere again?"
Roger smiled and said, "More or less, a... far away place."
This fake answer made Hesta a little concerned.
"How long will it take?"
"Well...it's hard to say."
Hesta held back the next question that almost came out of her mouth - when will you leave?
She silently took a few steps forward, walked around Roger's side, and walked slowly around the room, as if she was really admiring the hangings on the wall carefully.
"Which one do you like?" Roger asked again.
"That's all very well," Hesta replied, "but I don't understand why you want to give me a gift. There is no reasonable reason. The mercury needle cannot accept bribes during the mission-"
"Never use such words." Roger shook his head sadly, as if Hesta had just said something that hurt him.
He looked at Hesta, and a wry smile appeared on his face again, "All the reasons were already told to you the night I first met you... Please believe me."
…
That night, when Hesta and Paran left Roger's mansion, Roger stood alone in front of the door and watched the carriage go away.
These two people really piqued Roger's interest.
On the night when Eureka tortured the saint, Roger, who was forced to listen in the living room, had a brief period of panic - the pain of the dagger inserted into both lungs flashed back repeatedly, and he seemed to suddenly return to the blood-stained scene a few years ago. artificial coast.
But when Eureka appeared dragging the saint, he felt a little relieved again - Roger was very sure that the person in front of him was not the mercury needle that suddenly fell from the sky. The fear disappeared, but the previous throbbing was still there. He stepped forward to say hello unexpectedly, and met Eureka in the garden by chance the next day...
Is it fate?
In these years, every woman he met would soon ask to see his true face under the mask after a conversation. Only Eureka and Paran, not only did they not do so, they did not even ask why he was wearing a mask. Pass.
Which was really good, because women's problems always bored him.
He secretly evaluated the difficulty of capturing these two people in his mind. It would be a good thing if he could kill two birds with one stone, but Palan was obviously also a veteran of playing tricks. Her attitude was like a fish that was too slippery to hold. Such a woman Although it seems proactive, it is difficult to control.
In comparison, Eureka should be a simpler choice.
Although this girl seems difficult to get close to, and is extremely fierce when teaching saints, but unlike Palan, Youleka is younger. She looks like she is only in her early twenties - which means that no matter how young this person is, She is smart and alert, so she must not be deeply involved in the world.
After tonight, he was even more convinced of this. When he used the collection to tell interesting stories about his travels over the years, Youleka never interrupted once.
She was obviously fascinated by what she heard, because several times, when Roger looked at Eureka inadvertently, he found that the young woman looked at him with such intense eyes...
Under the pale yellow light, a man similar to Roger's figure walked out of the darkness. He wrapped his arms around Roger's waist from behind and whispered in his ear: "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, and I have to hunt for women. ?"
Roger took off his mask, turned around, choked the man in front of him accurately, and pushed him against the wall of the entrance.
Roger's movements were both threatening and caressing.
"...How many times have I told you, take care of yourself, my dear."
