Sixth Hundred and Thirty-Fifth Chapter: Soul's Tower

“Jieluo?” Roland asked tentatively.

She rolled her eyes, bent down and placed the plate on the coffee table, then sat down cross-legged.

“What are you doing standing there? Aren't you going to eat breakfast?”

The little girl's voice was soft and childish, her figure slender, white stockings under a light blue dress, her feet about the size of his palm, completely different from the fanatical Purity witch who shouted that she would never let him go.

But since she didn't deny the name, it meant she admitted she was Jieluo.

What to do? Kill her?

In this loli body, she couldn't possibly tear him apart with her bare hands like an Extraordinary, right?

Roland first sneaked into the kitchen, took a fruit knife from the knife rack and hid it in his waist, then slowly came to the coffee table.

He saw that his plate also contained a fried egg and two fried dough sticks – well, one more than hers.

The outer ring of the egg was golden brown, the edges slightly charred, and the egg white in the middle was slightly bulging, revealing a hint of orange, obviously a perfectly runny egg.

Jieluo skillfully picked up her chopsticks, quickly put a piece of fried egg into her mouth, and then grabbed the fried dough stick and gnawed on it. “What exactly were you doing yesterday? Were there cockroaches on the ceiling?”

“No… I thought it was a little dirty, so I wanted to wipe it.” Roland made up a reason.

“Is that so?” She looked up at the ceiling. “Can't you use a clothes fork to hang a rag and wipe it?”

“The effect wasn't good, but it's finally clean now,” he coughed twice. “Did you make this?”

“Uncle, is your head okay?” Jieluo finally showed a hint of worry. “Ever since I came here, haven't I been making it?”

Ever since I came here? Then where were you before? Roland opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't ask. Obviously, if he asked further, she would suspect his identity.

Jieluo quickly finished breakfast and held out her hand to him. “Money for groceries.”

“Huh?”

“The vegetables in the refrigerator are almost gone. I have to go to the market today. How can I buy them if you don't give me money?”

A middle school student actually knows this? Roland subconsciously touched his body and didn't find a wallet. “Uh…”

“Your bedside table, in the second drawer,” Jieluo sighed.

He returned to the bedroom and found a shriveled wallet in the drawer. He opened it and saw that it only contained a meager three hundred yuan, and a few lottery tickets.

“How much do you need?” Roland returned to the living room.

“Twenty yuan is enough. I can't carry any more than that.”

Based on the idea of not feeling the pain of spending other people's money, Roland handed her a fifty yuan bill. “Keep the rest for next time.”

Jieluo looked at him strangely and put the money into her small purse.

“Your hand…” Roland noticed that there were two band-aids wrapped around her fingers.

“I got stabbed when picking up glass shards. It's nothing serious… Of course, it would be better if you didn't throw things around.” She shrugged, then picked up her bag and walked towards the door. “I'm going to school. I won't be back for lunch. You wash the dishes.”

“Wait, isn't it summer vacation now?”

“Of course it's tutoring,” Jieluo put on her shoes and poked half her head out from behind the door. “Uncle, if you still feel pain in your head, go to the hospital and get it checked out. Don't do stupid things like this again.”

After half a minute, Roland walked out of Room 0825 and leaned on the corridor railing to look down.

Jieluo's figure quickly appeared in his field of vision – her white hair was always particularly conspicuous, but the people coming and going seemed to be used to it, and no one turned back to look at her. She waited downstairs for a while, until two other yellow-haired girls with bags ran and gathered around her, and the three of them disappeared into the alley together.

She actually made friends here?

Roland rubbed his forehead. This dream was too absurd.

What to do next? Should he follow her and take a look?

He didn't believe that Jieluo could really virtualize an entire city.

Just as Roland turned around to go back into the house to find his keys, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and he froze in place.

He saw a pretty woman walking towards him.

She had long, light gray hair, her eyebrows were raised high, her lips and nose were somewhat similar to Tilly, but she had a bit more aloofness and arrogance that kept people at a distance.

He had never seen her before, but the Fourth Prince's memories clearly told him that this person was his sister, the Third Princess of Graycastle.

Garcia Wimbledon!

Roland subconsciously reached for the fruit knife in his waist.

“Get out of the way, don't block the path,” the woman showed a disgusted expression. “I want to pass.”

“You… don't you recognize me?” He was very surprised.

“Tch,” she sneered. “Why should I recognize you? Just because you dyed your hair the same color as mine, you think you can get close to me?”

Roland stared at her and slowly made way. “Your name is Garcia, right?”

“…” The woman's face darkened. “Although I don't know where you found out my name, I'm warning you, you'll suffer if you pester me.” She stretched out her right hand, closed her fingers one by one, and her knuckles crackled, clearly a fighting stance.

When she returned to her residence and slammed the door shut, Roland pretended to stroll over and glanced at it.

The room number was 0827, next door to next door.

Looking at the anti-theft doors lined up along the corridor in the distance, a horrifying idea suddenly rose in his heart.

How many residents are there in this apartment building?

In any case, the length of the public corridor was really too shocking. Standing at the door of Room 27, the other end was actually not visible at a glance!

Once this thought arose, it was difficult to suppress.

He returned to the house as quickly as possible, found the key, confirmed that it could open the door, locked the door, and then ran towards the end where the room numbers increased.

The corridor under his feet was no less than a four-hundred-meter-long straight track!

Gasping for breath, he came to the end of the corridor near the stairwell. The last door number was clearly 0899.

This was simply unbelievable. Who would cram nearly a hundred apartments into one floor of a tube building? According to the style of the seventies, a row of ten or so households was already considered large.

Roland then climbed up the stairs.

The stair railing was made of iron, and the green paint on the surface had fallen off, revealing obvious rust and dust; the stairwell was also covered with countless small advertisements, revealing the distinct characteristics of the era – this kind of "psoriasis" should have disappeared in big cities long ago.

The top floor was the twenty-second floor.

There was no nameplate on the anti-theft door at the end, and even the window holes were not opened.

He checked them one by one, until the first door number appeared in front of him: 2245.

Then, roughly calculating, there were two thousand one hundred and twenty-four residents in the entire apartment building.

"Over the long years, I have swallowed thousands of warriors, including an Extraordinary. You can't win against me!"

Jieluo's words floated into his head again during that life-or-death duel on the rooftop.

Could it be that the people living here are all losers in the Soul's War?

This guess left Roland speechless.

And now, Jieluo also seemed to have become one of them.