Roses for Rosalind

In the room, Mercutio is throwing a fit at Romeo and Benvolio.

"Damn it, where did you two go last night?" he yelled at Benvolio and Romeo dissatisfied, "I came all the way from Verona, and you let me Throwing away!"

"Can it be our fault, Mercutio?" Benvolio spread his hands rascally and shrugged. "You didn't tell us you were coming."

"If I told you, would it still be a surprise?!"

"At least it won't turn into a scare."

"I don't care!" Seeing the faces of the two who were different but equally satisfied and happy, Mercutio, who had been waiting for nothing all night, became more and more angry: "You two must have gone somewhere to have fun without telling me. Let's go! We agreed to be each other's little angels!"

"Pfft——" Benvolio spat out a mouthful of water in surprise: "Ahem, cough, cough, cough," he coughed violently, staring at Mercutio with rounded eyes in horror: "Don't talk nonsense! When will my mother tell you?"

"Just kidding." Mercutio folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the embarrassed Benvolio sideways in a noble and cold way: "Tsk, you really are not funny, you are not as interesting as that guy Tybalt."

"...Tybalt? That brat from the Capulets?"

"Hmm," replied Mercutio nasally, "but you're mistaken about one thing - he's not a hustler, he's a butcher in frock coat. You should have seen that at the last knightly meeting. His performance, when he fights with people, it's like singing to the music score, and he won't relax. It's always a second pause, and then one, two, three! His opponent loses ."1

"Is that an exaggeration?" Benvolio didn't care.

"He's not an ordinary cat or dog, he's an expert in duels. If it wasn't for his standpoint, I actually admire him a lot." Mercutio gave him another sideways glance: "Just like you, if you match up For him, it doesn't take three seconds, one second is enough."

Benvolio, who was greatly shocked: "...Hey, hey! Why don't you be so merciless!"

"I just stated a fact." Mercutio Poison Tongue snorted, and turned the cannon fire to Romeo who was sitting silently: "Oh, not bad." He squeezed his chin and looked at Romeo for a while: "You looked like a dried salted fish when you were out of your mind a while ago. Now it's much better, and it's turned into—" He nodded with certainty to increase the persuasiveness of his words: "It's not too late Dried salted fish."

Mercutio's venomous tongue is not a day or two, and Romeo, who has long been used to it, calmly ignores his words.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Taking advantage of Romeo's unpreparedness, Mercutio snatched the thing in his hand: "After the postman delivered the letter this morning, you held it in your hand like a baby. Here, what is written on it?"

He opened Romeo's letter carelessly: "Dear honey...what the hell?!" Just after reading the first line, he threw the letter back into Romeo's arms in disgust like a bomb: " God! For God's sake! What the hell is your name?!"

Romeo said nothing.He smiled and shook his head slowly, folded the letter again according to the crease, stuffed it into the envelope and packed it.

In fact, not to mention Mercutio, even he himself got goosebumps when he saw this title for the first time.

When he was still studying in public school, he had been writing letters to Sissy in the name of Carl.Later, his identity was revealed, and the communication was interrupted.Yesterday he mentioned that he wanted to restore this habit, and the girl agreed without hesitation, but she didn't expect it to happen suddenly—she must have done it on purpose.

He could almost imagine her smug expression when she wrote these words: her eyebrows must have been raised high, and her mouth pouted triumphantly.She was still resentful of his plan to tease her, so she chose this method to take revenge on herself.

What a wicked girl.

Ruined.No matter what she did, Romeo thought fondly, he still liked her very much.

"..." Mercutio rubbed the goosebumps on his arms: "It's started again." He said: "I remember before the harvest festival, you also had such an abnormal time-face Goofy laughing all day, please look in the mirror - you're so stupid."

"So are you going to start reading Petrarch 2's verses now?" Mercutio looked at the corners of his curved lips, and couldn't help shivering: "Ah! Compared to yours, Laura The lover is but a girl in the kitchen; ah! Dido is but a disheveled village woman! The beautiful Cleopatra is a gypsy girl not worth mentioning; Helen and Hero are the most indecent whores; Thisbe may have a pair of beautiful gray eyes, but he is not worthy to be compared with your sweetheart—this respectful Mr. Romeo, maybe we should give you a French salute?" He bent down and saluted exaggeratedly: "For your invincibility! You have only been in Rome for a few days? You found a fresh beauty so quickly?"

"Whatever you say, Mercutio." Romeo leaned back indifferently, let himself stretched on the chair: "No matter what, you can't affect my good mood now."

"Okay, Mercutio." Seeing that Mercutio was about to say something more, Benvolio hurriedly interrupted him before he could speak—he didn't want to be cocked again: "You You came all the way here, not just to scold us, did you?"

"Of course not." Mercutio denied it, and three seconds later he added emphatically, "—he came here to see you get beaten."

Benvolio, who was hit hard again: "...Hello!"

"If I remember correctly, there will be a jousting tomorrow, right?" Mercutio sat down on the chair carelessly, and put his long legs on the sofa in front of him unceremoniously.

The first two days of the Knights Tournament are horse spear competitions. After a day's rest, there will be a horse competition including swordsmanship (y).The knights participating in the tournament will be divided into two teams, the enemy and the enemy, and simulate a real war, using blunt weapons to engage in a team battle.

"I'm here to pick and see if there are any good seedlings that can be used. Come by and see you two." Mercutio is not only a relative of the Prince of Verona, but also the official commander of the Verona Guard , it is only reasonable for him to appear here.Many people have speculated that his future position is definitely more than that.Mercutio suddenly frowned tightly: "Oh! My God!" He complained dissatisfiedly: "I'm tired of thinking that I'll be sitting with those weird-looking, squirming idiots tomorrow. They Just say 'Jesus, what a sharp knife!' or 'God! What a tall man!' 4.They even use some weird tones to make people feel uncomfortable. "

"I have to face those people tonight." He pulled his hair in despair: "I have to go and see tomorrow's battle schedule, God, this is really—"

"Are you going to see tomorrow's match arrangement?" Romeo asked suddenly.

"Yeah," Mercutio nodded lazily.He raised his eyes and glanced at Romeo: "What do you want?"

"It's nothing, but I really want to ask you something." Romeo replied with a smile: "Please help me to see if there is a De Niro in the Montague's battle camp tomorrow."