Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 666: Wool Ball

The ball of wool arched its hostess with its slightly wet nose, and the cherry-like pink nose spat out two strands of hot air into Ruo La's hand. Under the velvet sheets weaved with golden threads, Ruo La, who had half of her body exposed, leaned sideways. Black hair brushed past the tip of his nose and fell on the soft mattress embroidered with red roses and spices.

The female warriors who had once bravely killed their enemies on the battlefield were now like lazy cats. Ruo La could not remember how long it had been since she visited the barracks. After her brother Ou Ban's death, she had less and less time to go to the barracks. In the beginning, he even ran to the camp every three or five times, and practiced swordsmanship or something like that. But now, Ruo La could barely remember what the barracks looked like, and even the feeling of the longsword in her hand was something that had happened in the last century.

Right now, she only lived in White Castle's rooms, restaurants, gardens, and the cat in front of her, called the ball of wool.

This is a male cat. It has beautiful fluffy hair. Its fur was as shiny as gold, and it wore a pair of golden earrings with ear piercings on its sharp ears. There are ancient words on it, meaning "God's blessing." The cat was very docile, with a strange blue and gold pupils. It would always look at Zora quietly, so in the eyes of the cat, Zora could temporarily find peace.

The fluffy fur made the male cat curl up like a ball of fur, so Ruola gave it a proper name.

The knitting ball was a gift from Lanza. It was Gills' new aide. Even though he was almost forty years old, Lanza had beautiful skin that made women jealous, as well as a face that was even more beautiful than a woman's, so seductive that it was like 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 knew that seven or eight women had become his lovers.

Before that, these women were other people's wives or daughters.

Outside White Castle, Jorah didn't know how many lovers he had. Ruo La did not like Lan Zha. Although he was polite, every time he looked at Ruo La, Ruo La had the urge to slash him with a sword. It was a teasing look, and Lanza didn't care about the occasion or the person. Jorah had to admit that his boldness had a fatal appeal to many women. But that would only make her feel disgusted. Under Lanza's beautiful appearance, it was as if she was holding a nest of venomous snakes.

Ruola didn't know why Gills hired such a person.

In contrast, although the man who called himself Mr. Long was a little mysterious, his actions were much more upright. Unfortunately, he seemed to be serving Alan now, otherwise Ruola would have tried to persuade Gills to invite Mr. Long back.

Alan tried his best to avoid thinking of him, but at this moment, Alan's voice and appearance came back to mind. Ruo La sighed and covered herself with a quilt, isolating her from the outside world. The wool ball was very dissatisfied with this. It tried hard to get under the quilt to stay with the hostess. Ruo La's nose was filled with the scent of a male cat, and the scent of flowers faded a little. The smell was calming, which was why she liked wool balls.

According to Lanza, cats that emit a natural fragrance have been fed a variety of plants and flowers since childhood. Ruo La did not know how the cat that ate fish changed to eat flowers and plants, but it would not be a happy memory.

Ruo La hugged the cat, the dark fragrance of the quilt surging, she was sleepy.

The knock on the door happened to dispel Jorah's drowsiness. She popped her head out of the quilt and lazily asked, "Who is it?"

"Miss, Lady Vera is here."

Ruola nodded, "Take her to the living room and entertain my guests. I'll be there soon." As she spoke, she got out of the quilt and looked at herself in the mirror. His hair was messy, his face was gray, his eyes were green, and his lips were colorless. Was this sickly woman still the same person who used to gallop on the battlefield? Jorah did not have an answer to this question. She could only brush her hair, blush her cheeks, wipe her lip gloss, draw her eyebrows, and put on proper eye makeup to try to restore her former self. Finally, she put on an elegant dress, waved at the wool ball, and left the bedroom with the cat.

As soon as Alan left, there was no news of him, but Vera would visit her for a few days a month. The girl and Father Miro brought a whole new sect to the people of Ark Harbor, and Jorah, a Christian sect that supported only one god, had heard of it. She also knew that with Gills' support, this new sect had a foothold in Ark Harbor. In the heart of the city, a church is under construction 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 curious about the girl who claimed to be able to peek into the future. After Vera's prophecies to the big shots were fulfilled, her fame soared, and she was hard to come by for a thousand gold coins.

Sometimes, even Zora would sigh with admiration at the wonders of fate. A girl that no one knew about a few months ago, now she was even more familiar with her than herself. Now that people in Ark Harbor didn't know Jorah, they would definitely know Vera.

The living room was in sight.

Ruo La turned around the entrance and the afternoon light shone through the French window, painting the floor and tableware with a golden color. Vera sat in the sunshine, dressed in black and dressed in black, as holy as an angel. Even if it was a woman, Ruo La had to admit that this young girl had an unusual charm. Her indifferent holiness always made men want to dare to offend her, so that they could see if the girl who took off her holy coat would go crazy like fire.

Of course, no one had dared to do so until now, including Earl Gills, who had been pursuing him after meeting him for a few times. After all, whoever violated this Holy Maiden had 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, composed entirely of rank ten knights, was protecting Vera day and night.

Even Gills could not touch this sacred flower.

"Good afternoon, Miss Ruola."

Seeing Jorah, Vera stood up and bowed, her every detail flawlessly. Because it was too perfect, it gave people a cold feeling. Zora smiled lazily and sat opposite Vera. The ball of wool jumped onto her and shrunk into a ball of wool. Ruo La gently slid her fingers through her hair and the male cat let out a pleasant cry.

"Is everything going well with the church?" Ruo La asked casually.

"Thanks to you, everything is going according to schedule. The church has been settled, and now there are believers as well. As long as we continue to operate like this, our influence will spread to the other Earls in two or three years."

"That's good. If you need any help, you can come to me at any time." Ruo La smiled faintly.

Vera raised her head and stared at the woman's face. Ruo La looked a little uncomfortable and forced a smile, "What, is there anything dirty on my face?"

"Miss Ruola, you haven't slept well in days?" Vera sighed. "Your face is as pale as those addicts, and your breathing is as light as a gust of wind. May I ask if you're sick?"

'"You're overthinking it, Vera. I'm fine and I feel better with a ball of wool." Zora laughed.

'Perhaps you should get a doctor to examine you, Miss Jorah. I am not alarmist. You are Sir Allen's only friend who is worried. As his best friend, it is my duty to remind you to pay more attention to your own health.' Vera said seriously.

"Are you worried?" '"If Baron Allen is really worried about me, why hasn't he come to visit me personally? Oh, I heard that his viscount certificate has been passed, and he is now a viscount." Zora mocked herself, "If Baron Allen is really worried about me, why hasn't he come to visit me personally?"

Vera shook her head. "Sir Allen didn't leave on purpose for so long, and we look forward to his return. But believe me, Miss Jorah, Sir Allen does have something important to do."

"Alright, I know." '"I'm tired, Vera. I think I need a rest. See, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," she said, yawning and waving her hand.

This was the most obvious expulsion order, and Vera stood up. "It was me who said goodbye. Please forgive my intrusion."

Just as she was about to leave, Vera turned to look at the ball of wool and said, "Miss Ruo La, if you don't have to, stay away from the cat. As far as I know, cats are good at bringing disaster."

"You mean wool ball?" Ruo La raised the male cat and the wool ball called out to the hostess in a naive manner. Jorah shook her head and laughed, "You're too sensitive, Vera. How could this little thing attract any calamity?"

Vera nodded and left. When she closed the door, the woman who was combing the male cat's hair looked so lonely from the crack in the door.

The door was completely shut.

Vera turned around and stopped. In front of the corridor stood a man in his thirties wearing a high-necked silk robe. The corners of the wine-red robe were embroidered with golden threads of roses in full bloom. He must be hiding something like an incense bag on his body. Because he was standing there, there was a faint fragrance in the air. "Good afternoon, dear Miss Vera," he smiled warmly, revealing his white teeth, which were more delicate than a woman's.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lanza." Vera said expressionlessly. When Lanza's handsome face that attracted the hearts of countless women entered Vera's eyes, it gradually disappeared as if it had sunk into a bottomless abyss. Vera's body shook slightly. She saw some future fragments on Lanza's body.