Why it never ends

Chapter 250 Gifts
About 10 minutes later, Hesta and Palan arrived at Roger's residence in the carriage in the manor.

Roger went to the bedroom first, and the servant led Palan and Hesta to sit in the study and brought them some hot drinks.

This study room is much smaller than the one in Tanglar, the furniture is mainly made of wood, there is no main light on the ceiling, only a relatively bright light source is placed next to the desk and the single sofa near the bookshelf, so the whole room looks old Old and cozy.

Compared with Tanglar's large and luxurious study room, 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 here. What the photo frames contained were not photos, but collections collected by Roger from all over the world—the famous specimens of blue-winged butterflies, Bamboo leaf fossils from millions of years ago, a natural rock painting with swallow image texture...

In the lower right corner of each collection, there is the same handwriting indicating the place and time when the collection was obtained.The time is concentrated in the last three years, and the footprints are spread across six regions.

Hesta took a deep breath, and she clearly knew what this meant—when Lico's assassination failed and Roger disappeared completely under the protection of the coalition government, this person's sentence had already ended.

A 21-year sentence is a joke... At least, since the summer of 4629, Roger has started his travels around the world.

Although Hesta had been mentally prepared for a long time, when she really faced this fact, the huge sense of absurdity still made her feel at a loss. Before being completely irritated, Hesta forced herself to look away quickly.

She sat down in front of the desk, and picked up the newspaper on the desk - anything is fine, at this moment she desperately needs some new information to flush her brain, so that she can no longer think about where Roger has been and how he has lived all these years fairy days.

She unfolded the folded newspaper with a "wow", and the bust of Campbell on the front page was looking at her with complicated eyes.

This portrait has obviously been carefully modified——Campbell's face, which has always been quite gentlemanly, has a bit more cunning and cunning.

Hesta skimmed through the text briefly. This should be the news that Tanglar was reading this morning. Although they were all conjectures from "informed persons", they should not deviate too much from the facts.

She glanced at the furnishings in the study again. This was the only newspaper in the room.

Although Hester didn't know Roger's living habits very well, she knew that these people always liked to read the newspaper at breakfast, so as to get the conversation of the day as soon as possible.Except for a few people who have the habit of reviewing and sorting out newspaper information by themselves, most of the newspapers will be taken away by servants after breakfast, and they will either be stored in a fixed place or discarded directly.

There must be a reason for this Campbell-related newspaper to appear alone on Roger's desk at this moment.

"I've been waiting for a long time, I hope you two don't find this place too boring."

Roger opened the door and entered. He still wore a mask, but he had changed into a loose silk shirt. There was a bow tie made of white ribbon at the neckline, and the two tail straps were like butterfly wings, following his walking. And sway gently.

Rico once accurately ridiculed this style of dressing-it reveals a kind of "deliberate casualness" everywhere.

Roger was holding a dark green velvet square box in his arms. He turned around and closed the door, and put the box on the desk in front of Hesta.

"May I ask you a question, Mr. Gray?"

"of course."

"Is this really just a place for you to live temporarily?" Palan leaned on the soft chair, "I think the decoration here is completely different from the viscount's mansion."

"Your observation is so keen," Roger said with a smile, "I and the Viscount are very good friends, and he gave this house to me when it was first built. I personally took over the decoration of this small house."

Palan looked at the velvet box on the table, "This is the gift you want to give me?"

"Exactly."

"What is it?"

"Please come and see for yourself."

Roger took a step aside politely, while Paran got up from the soft chair with a suspicious expression on his face, and walked gracefully to the table.

Opening the velvet box, Hesta saw two stacks of envelopes tied up with twine.

"What's this?" Paran asked.

Roger didn't answer, just looked at her with a smile.

Palan untied the knot, and randomly pulled out an envelope, "...Oh, there is still a letter inside?"

"Yes." Roger replied with a smile.

"I'd like to see what kind of medicine you sell in this gourd..." Palan took out the paper from the unsealed letter, and read ten lines at a glance.

The study room fell into silence. Hesta didn't read the contents of the letter, but just stared at Palan's expression—her gaze did undergo some changes, from the initial indifference to gradually becoming pleasantly surprised.

"This is..." Palan said in a very soft voice, "A letter from Carlo to a friend?"

"It's a pity it's not the original," Roger said in a gentle voice, "the original is in the hands of a friend of mine. I tried to persuade him to resell those letters to me before, but he refused to give up—hey, if I had known I would be here with you Acquaintance, even if he offered ten times the price at that time, I should buy it, what else in the world is more worthwhile than a smile from Bojia people?"

"...How is it possible that the original is still there? Who is your friend—"

"Forgive me for not revealing his name," Roger said softly, "but if you are really interested, I can ask for you in person."

"Oh...Mr. Gray..." Palan took Roger's hand, "You are the best person in the world."

"Carlo." Hesta repeated the name in a low voice, "Is that the painter from District [-]?"

"Yes," Roger looked at Hesta in surprise, "So Miss Eureka also understands her?"

"I don't know, but I heard from my friends," Hesta replied, "He is an artist who is as cruel, passionate, and full of vitality as the weather in the ninth district."

"This is really the most apt description I've ever heard." Roger admired sincerely.

Although rationally, Hesta knew that he should be hypocritical and obedient to the people in front of him——since the game in the viscount's mansion in the afternoon, Roger had always treated her and Palan with a very affectionate attitude.

Judging from Palan's reaction just now, this person's skills are also top-notch.

But at the moment, Hesta didn't even want to look into Roger's eyes.

She cast her eyes on the cover of the velvet box, and could only force out a sentence: "...does Mr. Gray like Carlo too?"

"Of course, Kahlo is a gifted artist and a brave feminist pioneer," Roger said softly, "Eternal women, guide us up."

(End of this chapter)