By the time Roland opened his eyes, he had already arrived at the interior of Orwell's House.

He took a look at his surroundings—

Delicate wooden furnishings, goose-yellow curtains, bookshelves full of books, a stool in the corner of the room, and an empty drawing board facing it. And under the shaky curtains of the hunt and the sunset, you can faintly see the color of a large green plant.

This is the study room on the first floor.

Roland immediately remembered where this was.

From here, turn right, then pass the door of the three rooms, then turn right and you will come to the lobby. The staircase up the stairs is in the corner of the hall, through the spiraling openwork staircase, and then from the long cloister on the second floor, turn right to the Earl Orwell's room.

His room was on the second floor on the sunny side, while his wife's room was across from his.

Roland remembers very well that Count Orwell planted a large number of rare plants on the balcony of his room. The number of these plants is enough for a Silver Druid to launch an all-out feast of wildness.

Next door to his room, is the bookstore on the second floor. When Orwell was not busy, he liked to stay in the study on the first or second floor. Count Orwell was fond of reading playbooks and catalogues of famous paintings, and he would even occasionally sing a few verses or draw half a picture later, but he hardly ever went out. He also has no contact with any theatrical troupe or painter, as if he is just entertaining himself.

Earl Orwell's skin was so pale that it was even reminiscent of the undead.

In Richero, there is even a suspicion that he is already dead, and now he is only a corpse controlled by an evil wizard. Even in Richero, children under the age of five have not even seen him. Many of the events were attended by his wife in his place.

Many people thought that Count Orwell had some kind of photophobia, or that he had severe lazy cancer. But Roland disagreed.

Roland felt that Count Orwell seemed to have gone mad.

One proof is: Count Orwell would keep telling his children that he was going somewhere to attend something, or where he was going to meet someone. But in reality, he only went from the first floor to the second floor or from the second floor to the first floor.

There was absolutely no need for him to repeat it to the children. This is a completely pointless lie.

Even if he didn't go out, or simply let his wife go for him, no one would criticize it—most city lords wouldn't even manage their cities so meticulously, they just promoted those who were able to do so and then squatted down to play. Except for the few days when taxes are collected, you can occasionally bump into them. I usually can't even find it.

But according to the way Count Orwell spoke, it was as if someone had actually gone to the places he had spoken. And whenever Roland asked him, he was very fluent in telling what was going on in those places, but neither the natives nor the players in those places had seen the impression of Earl Orwell.

There were doubts about the places where the soul went out of the body, but this claim was quickly disproved.

When the Soul Realm Priests actually came over, they made it very clear to the players that there was not a single wandering soul in the mansion.

For the keys to many rooms were the only Earl Orwell, and he remained silent all afternoon, and the elusive Earl would not have been noticed even if he had sat in one room for an afternoon.

From a brief exchange between Roland and Earl Orwell. From time to time, he would come up with words that seemed to be communicating with someone and like asking and answering himself. Some people are likely to ignore this outright, but Roland is all too familiar with it.

This is usually the case with him and his sister. However, their situation is more serious.

Count Orwell seemed to be speaking to a particular person, but in the depths of his sister's heart, Roland was not alone.

Roland speculated that Orwell's last wife or girlfriend, or some dead lover, was probably a druid. And I'm afraid the level is not low.

Although it seems that Orwell and his wife are very affectionate, Roland always feels that when Orwell and his wife stay together, Orwell smiles very fakely and ceremoniously...... I don't know if it's a delusion.

But Roland knew. If this isn't a delusion, then maybe Orwell really had some dirty deal with the devil.

After all, what the devil is looking for is nothing more than two kinds of people - one is a genius who is good at finding loopholes and digging holes. One is the disgruntled person.

If he really has anything to do with the devil......

Roland frowned, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Regardless of those. Dusk damns it, whoever it is.

If Count Orwell had any gods to protect him, Roland would beat Count Orwell and run back for refuge; If he had any connection with the devil, he would have beaten Count Orwell half to death and handed him over to the Temple; If he had any connection to Dusk......

Twilight must die. Twilight must die -

Repeatedly praying in his heart for his former creed, Roland tightened the black robe on his body and walked out of the study with a calm expression.

It's like being an invited guest. Roland grabbed a waiter passing by and whispered to him, "Take me to the study." ”

The young waiter was visibly hesitant.

He subconsciously glanced upstairs, and then retorted in a low voice: "But Lord Earl, he ......"

"Tell him. His old friend came looking for him. ”

Roland smiled, deliberately suppressing it so that the voices of men and women could not be heard clearly from under the black robe.

Suddenly, the waiter's attitude towards Roland became much more respectful: "Are you ......?" ”

"A druid who didn't have much of a name...... You don't know me by name. Orwell must have remembered me, though. ”

Roland spoke slowly, and said in an extremely flat tone: "In order to prevent getting lost...... Take me to his tearoom first. And then you bring him over again. ”

Orwell knew a very powerful, but not well-known druid, and this was already a consensus among players. Although Roland didn't know who that person was, it didn't prevent Roland from hooking Orwell in his name. Draw it.

"Tea room, right...... I know. ”

The waiter nodded, bowed respectfully to Roland, and then led Roland upstairs.

When the other waiters and maids passed by, they all unconsciously turned their eyes to Roland. And when they noticed the waiter in front of Roland, they looked away at random, without the slightest suspicion of Roland.

In this house, the strangest guests are the ones who walk around alone. The man in the black robe was no different from an ordinary guest. Only a middle-aged man with a calm temperament suddenly stiffened his face after seeing the robe on Roland's body, and he saluted Roland very respectfully.

Roland could also guess that he had probably "guessed" Roland's identity as a witherer. The black robe that the Embrace of Eternal Sleep transformed into didn't look like a fake no matter how you looked at it.

The one who can have this kind of eyesight is not a housekeeper, but also a similar person. In short, he is obviously a person of status.

And the waiter who led the way in front of Roland paused slightly for a moment after seeing this scene, and then continued to walk as if impermanent.

He was visibly aware that the identity of this guest was unusual.

After placing Roland in the tearoom, he hurriedly retired and hurried to inform Orwell.

Earl Orwell, who was originally frowning and looking unhappy after being disturbed, instantly lit up after hearing the waiter's description of Roland-

"A druid wants to see me? Say it's my old friend? Where is she now? ”

After receiving an answer, he hurriedly got up from his chair. In a panic, he touched two cups and didn't have time to help them, so he hurriedly rushed out of the room. (To be continued.) )