Why it never ends

Chapter 251 Abacus
There was a brief silence in the study, until Palan's laughter interrupted it.

"What are you laughing at?" Roger looked at her tenderly.

"...It's unbelievable that those words are coming from a man, isn't it, Eureka?"

Hesta didn't respond.

Roger frowned with a smile, and shook his head slightly, "Miss Palan, you seem to have some prejudice against men."

"Oh, that's right," Palan opened the fan again, with a smile on her eyes, "Please advise?"

"Although I am a man, I have always been a staunch feminist. Not only that, but I think that everyone - as long as he has a 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.

"What do you say?"

"Because the destiny of men and women is one, Miss Palan, whether you admit it or not, this is an unchangeable fact - every woman in this world will be a man's mother, wife or daughter. Because our destinies are so closely linked, I will always support women in their struggle for equal rights with men, which in my view is the cause of all feminists."

As soon as Roger's declaration ended, Palan 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 of Palan sounded a little yin and yang to her, and she found that Palan always pushed the topic to her side intentionally or unintentionally.

Hesta slumped back lazily, leaned back on Roger's chair, and replied indifferently: "Yes."

Palan leaned on the table, completely ignoring the gunpowder in Hesta's eyes, "So, are you a feminist, Eureka?"

"I'm not."

Palan glanced at Roger with embarrassment, 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—" Do you know what 'feminism' is?"

"I don't know." Hesta raised his head, "I've never heard of it."

Roger's voice was still calm, "In fact, these conceptual entanglements are not important, as long as the concepts are consistent—"

"But I never thought of fighting for equality with men. Is this considered consistent with the idea?"

Roger laughed dryly, turned around and went to get the cold water glass and snacks aside, "Well, how should I put it..."

While Paran tried not to laugh out loud, Hesta glared at her—stop fighting, my friend.

"I found that Mr. Gray's collection is very special." Hester stood up and started talking again. "Just the things you put in the study, there are many things that I have never seen before."

Roger readily accepted the new topic, and he glanced at the wall of his study, "You can see if there is anything you like here, if any of my collection is lucky enough to be in the eyes of Miss Eureka, I will be very grateful honored."

"Anything is fine?"

Roger leaned on the low cabinet beside him, "Yeah, anyway, I can't take it with me, so I might as well give it to someone who is destined."

"...Is Mr. Gray traveling somewhere again?"

Roger smiled, "Almost, a...far away place."

This pretentious answer made Hesta a little concerned.

"How long will it be?"

"Hmm...it's hard to say."

Hesta held back the next question that almost blurted out—when are you leaving?

She took a few steps forward in silence, bypassing Roger's side, and slowly walked around the room, as if she was really admiring the hangings on the wall.

"Which one do you like?" Roger asked again.

"It's all very well," Hesta replied, "but I don't understand why you want to give me a gift. There is no reasonable reason. Mercury Needle cannot accept bribes during the mission—"

"Don't use such words." Roger shook his head sadly, as if Hesta had said something that hurt him just now.

He looked at Hesta, with a wry smile on his face again, "I told you all the reasons the night I first met you... Please believe me."

……

That night, when Hesta and Palan left Roger's mansion, Roger stood alone in front of the door, watching the carriage go away.

The two men really aroused Roger's interest.

On the night when Eureka tortured the saints, Roger, who was forced to listen in the living room, had a brief period of panic—the pain of the dagger piercing his lungs flashed back and forth, and he seemed to suddenly return to the blood-stained area a few years ago artificial coast.

But when Eureka dragged the saint to appear, 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 back then.The fear disappeared, but the previous throbbing was still there. He came forward to say hello in a strange way, and met Eureka in the garden by chance the next day...

Is it fate?

Over the years, every woman he's seen has asked shortly after talking to see what's under his mask, except Eureka and Palan, who not only didn't do it, they didn't even ask him why he was wearing a mask Pass.

Which was really good, because the women's questions always bored him.

He secretly evaluated the difficulty of winning these two people in his heart. It would be a beautiful thing if he could kill two birds with one stone, but Palan is obviously also a veteran of playing tricks. Her attitude is like a slippery fish, such a woman Although it looks active, it is difficult to control.

In comparison, Eureka should be an easier choice.

Although this girl does not seem to be approachable, and she is extremely fierce when admonishing the saints, but unlike Paran, Eureka is younger, and she looks like she is only in her early twenties - which means that no matter how old this person is So smart and quick-witted, 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, Eureka never interrupted once.

She was obviously fascinated, because several times, when Roger inadvertently met Eureka's eyes, he found the young woman looking at him with such intense eyes...

Under the pale yellow light, a man with a similar build to Roger came 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. ?"

Roger took off his mask, turned around and precisely strangled the neck of the man in front of him, pushing him against the wall of the entrance.

Roger's movements were part threats, part caresses.

"...How many times have I said, mind yourself, dear."

(End of this chapter)