After arguing with Ronoye for a while, Golando also felt a little tired, so he asked yì to have lunch first.

The two of them added some water to the mashed potatoes left over in the morning for a meal, potatoes are a very hungry food, plus vegetables can supplement vitamins, and they are one of the few good things in the slums.

The slums were much warmer in the afternoon than in the morning, the orange sun poured down on the dappled walls of the buildings, the sprouts that sprouted after the rain stretched out in the sun, and the rain in the gutter had a chance to return to the sky.

On such an afternoon, the slum street came alive.

-- Something called life is flowing through the streets and alleys.

Men and women joked with each other that only adults could understand, and children rarely got up from the ground and chased after each other, except for the empty houses on the side of the street that were as broken and ruined as rickety old men, and the scene was no different from the normal situation in ordinary towns.

Ronoye watched the window for a long time, and then looked back at Gorando, as if he wanted to ask something, but he couldn't say anything.

"It's a weekly opening time."

Outside the window, a passing poor man said coldly.

Ronoye was startled by the unexpected sound and turned around, only to see the paple man's two cheekbones rising high, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, so that people would have the illusion that they were skeletons covered with a thin layer of human skin, and the whole person was depressed and dissolved.

But Ronoyer knew the man.

They had spoken to this man in the morning when they were out with Golando to inquire about information.

"This is a gift from the Cult of Judgment."

The pauper's voice floated, as if it were coming from somewhere far away, and his own eyes were not looking at Ronoye, but looking at something else through what he saw.

"Demons will be suppressed, and we who have been forsaken by God will be redeemed...... As long as you continue to believe in the Doctrine of Judgment...... After death, the soul can be forgiven by God and ascend to heaven......"

Without glancing at Ronoyer, he staggered along the gutter under the window, the sound of crackling water under his feet, as if he were stepping on a swamp.

There was no one in front of the window, and Ronoye closed it after the pauper had gone away.

The pauper's appearance and what he said made Ronoye a little creepy.

Golando drank without saying a word at the table, which he had asked for Tony, and when he heard the young master close the window, Golando said mockingly, "That man's spirit has been corrupted." ”

Ronoye couldn't help but ask, "Corroded by what?" ”

"Poverty, hunger, oppression, despair...... Together, these negative emotions robbed him of his original personality. Golando said as if he knew a lot.

A person cannot choose his or her birth, and most of the people displaced in the ghetto have given up on themselves and closed their hearts like the pauper, becoming the walking dead in the truest sense of the word.

And a small number of motivated people like Golando who are not willing to accept fate, every struggle against fate is stained with sweat and blood.

There is no exchange for something equally important without sacrificing what is important, and Golando knows this very well, and this is the law of survival that prevails in other fields.

"How about it, little master, this experience in the slums will definitely add a strong touch to your life, right?" He leaned over and said.

Ronoye returned to the table and sat down, and suddenly smelled a smell of wine coming from Gorando's side, he frowned and said, "You better drink less." ”

He had never liked alcohol, a drink that paralyzed the mind and senses.

Golando put down his wine glass and smiled drunkenly: "What needs to be done is done, why can't you drink and relax?" And in the evening, the strength of the wine will pass. ”

Life is too short, so why not enjoy it in time?

Ronoye was stunned for a moment, and continued: "It's not good to drink too much. ”

Golando said, "So you don't drink at banquets and parties?" ”

"Non-...... I don't drink unless I have to. Ronoye froze, "I think you should ...... too"

"Poof."

Gorando's laughter interrupted the young master's words, and Ronoye blinked and looked at Golando in surprise.

Gorando fell on the table and laughed, slapped the table and said, "Ronoye, you really looked like my mother just now." ”

Ronoye remembers that Golando was an orphan when his parents died when he was a child, where did his mother come from?

He tried to ask, but was forcibly restrained by another burst of laughter from Gorando, and could only stare at a pair of round eyes.

"How can anyone compare a man to a mother?"

After Gorando's formation stopped, the young master commented indignantly, thinking that this person was definitely drunk.

Golando tossed the empty bottle to his feet, and it rolled down to the foot of the table.

He stared at Ronoye with his cheeks squinted, looking at the other party uncomfortably.

"Snow-white skin, smooth hair, big eyes, pink lips...... And this slender body......"

Golando was like a frivolous man who judged the appearance of the young master.

"It's really wronged to call you a mother, then a newlywed wife, a delicate and easily shy newlywed wife."

"Huh?"

Ronoyer's face was stunned.

In the next second, Gorando picked up Ronoye's chin and hooked it to his side lightly, seeing that the little young master's head and neck were petrified and helpless, he couldn't help but feel even more amused.

"Come, call dear, listen." He said in a tone that was teasing a woman of a good family.

Next, Golando was satisfied to see the process of the little young master's face turning red in a few seconds.

The eyes that reflected his face sparkled, and the beautifully shaped lips under the tip of his nose opened slightly, as if inviting him to taste it.

Looking deeply into the two clear "glass balls", Gorando's movements froze for two seconds.

- Was he also seduced by the beauty of this face?

With the strength of the wine, he turned his face closer to Ronoye, trying to see what was hidden in the pair of eyes in front of him.

"Why don't you hide?"

Golando's tone was gentle, like a sympathetic whisper.

The young master held his breath, his heart rose to his throat, and his mind was full of: Did Golando find his mind?

However, before he could answer, the person in front of him seemed to lose interest for a moment, and turned his face away and let go of him.

-- Once again, hopes were disappointed.

Golando stooped down to pick up the bottle and staggered in the direction of the bedroom.

Ronoye clenched his fists and plucked up his courage to say, "Gorando." ”

Golando stood and turned his face: "What do you want to say?" ”

Ronoye took a deep breath and rolled in his stomach hundreds of times to ask, but the exit was: "Don't you check if we have any marks on our backs?" ”

Golando lazily spun around his left foot: "That's right." ”

He returned to Ronoyer.

Gorando took off his Judge uniform a few times, ripped off his close-fitting shirt again, and then turned his back to Ronoye and asked, "Is there one?" ”

After a few moments, he was answered: "No." ”

"Okay."

Golando buttoned up his clothes casually and bent down to unbutton Ronoye's shirt.

Ronoye was horrified, and hurriedly stopped Gorando's hand to stop his behavior: "Wait, wait, close the window first!" ”

"You're not a woman, what's there to be ashamed of." Golan said as he pulled away the young master's hand.

Ronoye looked out of the window in panic, there were no pedestrians or patrolling men, but he was undressing in broad daylight...... He's not Gorando, he's not so open.

"Gorando Harrison!" Ronoye's face was getting hot.

It was probably too long since he heard the young master call his full name, and Gorando finally couldn't stand it, so he slowly swayed to the window and closed it.

The room was suddenly invaded by darkness, and the two couldn't even see each other's faces clearly.

Golando stood in the backlight and asked, "Is it okay now?" ”

Ronoyer mumbled an "um".

"Then will you take it off yourself or will I come?" Golando asked again.

Ronoye snapped: "I'll do it myself!" ”

After that, he struggled to the death with the unfinished button that Gorando had undone.

But even when he lowered his head, he could always feel Gorando's sharp gaze like an owl, and the coordination of his ten fingers was also out of tune, and he didn't get the first button off after trying hard for a long time.

Half a minute later, Gorando's helpless voice came from overhead: "I said you nobles...... I'm used to being served by my subordinates, and I can't even take off my clothes. ”

Ronoye's face burned even more, and he could only desperately resist to prove that he was a "nobleman who can take off his clothes".

After a long day of work and taking off the clothes of his upper body, Ronoye bent over mechanically.

His bare/naked skin suddenly came into contact with the air, and goosebumps developed on his back from nervousness, hoping that Gorando didn't see clearly in the dark.

Golando squinted, and there was nothing.

"Nothing, alright, you can get dressed."

Gorando, who looked at the upper half of the young master's body, had a mediocre reaction.

After Ronoye was dressed, Golando opened the window, and then went straight into the bedroom without saying hello, and fell asleep in less than a few minutes.

Thrown out, Ronoye felt like a self-inflicted fool.

- Expect Golando to open his mind than let the donkey go up the tree!

Especially when he learned that Gorando had forgotten about it after sobering up, Ronoye was even more sure of this idea.