RNP Chapter 328 The Long Road of the Zhang Family
Chapter 328 The Long Road of the Zhang Family
Chapter 328 The Long Road Home (Part 2)
Unlike the Hamilton family estate, which is quite lavish, the Rozier family estate looks much more rustic and austere.
There were no beautiful gardens or maids; pushing open the iron gate, all Loila could see were some solemn green plants and wizards in black robes hurrying to and fro.
This place is practically a brand new replica of Nurmengard—Loila had this thought the moment she stepped on the first bluestone brick.
She was initially hesitant to come here—but Miss Shiloh seemed eager for her to visit—Miss Shiloh was her friend—and a small sacrifice for her friend was nothing.
But—where is Ms. Vida?
Could she have turned into that pine tree?
If I get close, she'll immediately cast a curse on herself?
Or perhaps it was that kneeling wizard in his robes—could it be him?
Loila carefully moved closer to Shiloh.
"Miss Hilo." As they approached the manor gate, a wizard dressed in a black robe nodded slightly. Unlike the Hamilton family, he didn't waste any words or ask any questions. He simply lowered his head and opened the manor gate.
"Clatter".
As the heavy door behind her closed, Loila felt a little warmth—although it was already spring, France was still quite cold.
However, the fireplace was burning brightly, which warmed her face, which had been a little cold from the cold.
As they entered the hall, a house-elf appeared with a flash of light, startling Loila, who had seen this scene many times before.
"Miss Hilo—it's a pleasure to have you back." The house-elf bowed slightly, dressed in a rather fitted tailcoat, his every move exuding elegance.
Are these the house-elves of our Malay Party? They're far more powerful than Dumbledore's house-elves!
Loila felt a subconscious sense of pride.
"This is Miss Hamilton," Shiloh said to Loila as she took off her robe. "This is Humphrey, the house-elf of the Rozier family."
"Hello, Mr. Humphrey" Loila nodded carefully and greeted the house-elf.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hamilton." Humphrey bowed slightly upon hearing this, then accepted the robe from Loila's hands with neither servility nor arrogance.
As he took the robe, he said, "The hot water is ready."
"Thank you." Shiloh nodded slightly and then looked at Loila: "Come with me, Loila."
"Hmm?" Following behind Hilo, Loila asked softly, "Shouldn't we—shouldn't we go see—Ms. Vida first?"
"There's no need to rush." Hilo didn't turn around. "You'll be staying here tonight, so it's not too late to rest before talking to Aunt Vida."
"and----"
"and?"
"And don't you think taking a bath would be very comfortable?"
Is that the reason?
Seeing the slight smile on Miss Shiloh's indifferent face, Loila didn't know what else to say.
Moreover—the later the meeting with Vaders, the better—because Roy could already imagine what Ms. Vaders would say.
You'll definitely scold yourself, right?
Loila pursed her lips and half-buried her head in the bathtub, her pale face regaining some color.
As expected of a wealthy family—even the bathrooms are separate in each room—Loy, who had thought he would be bathing with Miss Shiloh, breathed a sigh of relief.
She's not very good at handling those kinds of situations—and Miss Shiloh's figure—well.
What am I thinking about?!
Loila patted her face, then subconsciously looked up at the mirror facing the bathtub.
The girl in the mirror had her silver hair tied up, which was unusual for her. There were wet droplets around her blue eyes, and a few drops of water fell from her high, delicate nose, creating ripples in the bathtub.
Looking at that face, Loila pursed her lips.
I look like a student no matter how I look at it—even a fourth or fifth year student at Hogwarts—even though I've been a professor for two years.
There hasn't been any change at all — Loila buried her face in the pool again, a little unhappy.
I've been eating very regularly, at least I eat every day—although I don't eat much, it's a big improvement compared to before.
Why haven't I made any progress in terms of physical health?
This is what's giving Loila the biggest headache right now—she doesn't want Luna to grow up while she's still a little girl.
If I go out with Luna, won't people mistake us for mother and daughter?
For some reason, she seemed to have already thought about things decades later.
"Are you done washing?"
Loila, who had just dried herself with her wand and stepped out of the bathroom wearing a clean new robe, saw Miss Hilo sitting on the sofa in her room.
She didn't seem to choose to blow-dry her hair too much, but instead tied it loosely at the back of her head.
I have to say—he suddenly looks a lot like Vidas—Roy pursed his lips, momentarily hallucinating.
"Are you done washing?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Shiloh had to ask again.
"Mmm---Mmm!" Loila nodded quickly.
"It feels comfortable, doesn't it?"
"Um?
"I mean, taking a bath," Hilo said casually, taking a sip of tea. "Usually after a mission, my favorite thing to do is come back and take a bath to relax."
Does carrying out a mission mean—murder?
"Miss Shiloh certainly has a refined taste," Roy forced a smile.
"Don't be so formal." Hilo seemed to sense her thoughts, and she turned her head slightly, saying, "This is the current headquarters of the Malachi Party—"
"It is also—it is also my home."
"You are a member of the UMNO party—and also—and my friend." Loila wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Miss Hilo seemed a little—a little shy.
She turned her head slightly away from Loila, and instead said softly to herself, "So you don't need to be so—"
"Too reserved or anything like that."
"Just treat this place as your own home."
"Hmm————" Loila smiled gently, then sat down opposite Miss Shiloh and picked up her teacup.
I have to say—Miss Shiloh can be quite adorable sometimes—especially when she talks about friends, "bang bang bang."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Loila's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.
"It must be Aunt Vida." Shiloh nodded gently, then slowly got up and walked to the door.
Wait—don't open the door so quickly! I haven't had a chance yet—
"Clatter".
Before Loila could react, the door to the room was opened.
"Shiloh—welcome back."
Then Loila heard that hoarse voice, but with that familiar, elegant tone.
She sprang to her feet with a jerk, and before she could even see the person at the door, she made a somewhat awkward and comical gesture of greeting.
"Ms. Vida—it's been a long time—a long time."
The ensuing silence, a prolonged silence, left Loira at a loss for what to do—was Ms. Vida angry?
Or—she carefully raised her head, and what came into view was a face that wasn't very familiar.
Even though she had met him once last year, Loila still felt a sense of unfamiliarity upon seeing him again.
The rushing river leaves its mark as it washes over the stones, while the waters of time add wrinkles to a person's face.
Ms. Vida was no longer the same as before. Now she was slightly hunched over, and her once elegant and beautiful face was now only filled with tranquility.
The only thing that remained unchanged was her gaze, those bright, dark eyes, gazing at him quietly as they had when they first met.
However, at this moment, those eyes no longer held scrutiny; instead, they seemed somewhat moist.
"It's been a long time, Miss Hamilton," Vida said softly, her tone surprisingly gentle, without the reproach or displeasure Loila had expected.
"Long time no see—" She repeated it again before finally smiling. This smile, which overlapped with the one in Loila's memory, made her suddenly realize something.
She herself—fifty years have passed since she left—Ms. Vida has grown old—fifty years older.
Why does my nose feel sore too? — Luo Yi twitched her nose slightly, biting her lip as if trying to say something.
But Vida spoke up faster than her, her tone incredibly gentle, filled with deep longing.
"Welcome home, Miss Hamilton."
(End of this volume)