The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 101 Ch100 That thing

Chapter 101 Ch.100 That thing

After the carriage entered the East District, it began to bump.

Words chatter in sight.

"...He shamelessly told you that the body has been 'purified'. Will the Supervisory Bureau help him lie?!"

Maybe.

"Those two people are so disgusting. That's my sister! That's my wife! How could they do this?! This is murder!"

certainly.

"...You still have the nerve to invite you to the banquet a few days later, saying something about 'mourning my beloved wife' - these two males make me want to vomit!"

"How dare he dare to cheat on you? You're just selling Bangbang!"

"Roland, kill them!"

"Cut off their heads and stick them in street lamps!!"

Roland held his chin, smiled and winked at the brown bear passing by.

The flames paused for a moment.

Staring at the burning font, it suddenly became faint and small, like a small flame that was about to die.

"...Roland?"

"cough."

"I was just talking casually..."

"I believe…"

"Cherry Chloe will surely find eternal peace in Eden, the Father of All..."

It doesn't matter anymore, Wrench.

Cherry told me: ‘Do what you want’.

"You have done it. You are a ritualist, a genius of the church, and you have a bright future. You——"

No.

Shouldn’t you ‘read’ what I really want to do?

"Roland."

Flame paused.

"No, are you serious?"

Roland didn't answer. He stared at the silent flames and heard the hoarse metal friction sound in his ears.

A knight in shining armor was sitting opposite him, holding a long sword in his hand.

When Roland looked over, he slowly bowed, leaving a shadow.

‘Front for you. ’

He said.

The wheels could not hide his rich voice and loyal tone.

"…What are you looking at?"

knight.

"...What knight? I can't see anything?"

Roland didn't answer.

"Roland, you paid the 'price', right?"

"Tell me what scars this road has left on your soul."

"Roland?"

The knight's armor is so beautiful.

"If you have another convulsion, I will destroy all the candle shops on the street."

Roland:......

Sometimes I really don't know who you are threatening...

"I'm going to be angry, Roland."

Mortal scars…

He rolled up his sleeves.

When "Secret" is activated, a faint silver scar can be seen on the wrist.

——Judgment chopped into pieces the mercy of the Holy Flame.

——Fantasy will also take away my ‘reality’.

I have a feeling that the further I go down this road, the closer I will be to ‘fantasy’ itself.

“…the closer you get to fantasy, the further you get from real reality.”

That's right.

However, the low ring should...

No big problem?

"This is already a big problem."

"Roland, you must not go too far on this road."

"I really don't want to inhabit the soul of a madman. You are annoying enough as it is."

I might not reach Gaohuan and die somewhere.

"You really know how to talk."

I just learned fast enough.

"I didn't praise you. Roland, I advise you not to seek death."

"Big Bat has already made it clear."

"There is a Ritualist behind Minsi Chloe. He is not only a member of the Council of Truth, but also a blue-blooded noble. You know what this means."

We have been together for a long time, and you should know that I am never reckless or impulsive.

"We have been together for a long time, and you should know that I never like to talk dirty."

…You’re so annoying.

"Aren't you too."

Rotten fire.

"The blind man has no brain."

You have no brain.

"Bounce!"

Apologize to me.

"You called me annoying in the first place, so you have to apologize to me."

You first.

"..."

Lieyan struggled for a few seconds.

"Forget it, I'll let you do it once."

"Sorry, I'll change it for you."

"hurry up!"

"It's your turn!"

I am right.

"You blind man, you're riding a horse!"

The gentleman in the carriage covered his mouth and shook his shoulders with laughter.

He admired the brand-new world in his eyes: the brown bears strutting around on the street, the monkeys with wings, the loyal knight opposite him... His amber eyes were as cold as a permanently frozen golden lake.

"...Anyway, you have to listen to me this time."

Roland said nothing, staring at the animals passing by in a daze.

The city transformed before his eyes, twisting into a spiraling tower.

"Oh, by the way, do you have to go to Old Dog and Duck tonight?"

"That pub is so noisy."

"You only ordered a salad last time, but vegetables do not provide enough high-quality protein, which can lead to endocrine disorders, retarded physical development, reduced immunity, and difficulty in concentrating..."

Copper Salad is the most famous dish of Lao Dog and Duck.

"It's the cheapest one."

"Although vegetables do have many benefits, it does not mean that humans can lack meat..."

"I don't recommend that you eat too many vegetables. Besides, it's still a tavern."

"It's smelly, messy, and noisy all night long."

"A rotten place."

"If you insist on asking me and humbly ask me for advice, I will never advise you to go -"

I'll order a steak today.

"But then again..."

Roland chuckled.

You're so cute.

When it was getting dark, Roland came to Old Dog and Duck early and picked a seat in a corner - this pub was not of high quality, and the owners were a middle-aged couple:

They set aside their own houses for workers to use after get off work.

Except for a huge bar table that is used as a bar counter, the pub itself is actually a slightly modified residence.

Several partitions were knocked down and some cheap tables and chairs were put in. The large oak barrels contained the most popular Samuel Smith (beer), while the smaller barrels contained private brews obtained by men from certain channels. Some had dense foam, while others contained a lot of dregs.

It all depends on luck.

However, being cheap enough is the reason why workers choose it.

It’s not like there aren’t other drinks here, but it’s a pity that those who can afford it won’t come here to drink.

Ever since Roland last ordered a plate of salad, the couple who opened the restaurant had remembered him firmly:

Who could forget such a beautiful person?

"Anna! Help him!"

The man in a white apron was cutting sausages on the counter and rolling up his sleeves. He saw Roland push the door open and turned to shout to his wife.

The fat woman poked her head out of the small door. When she saw Roland, her eyes narrowed into slits.

"The Collinses are here—"

While shouting, he bent down, pushed the wooden barrel that was half a person's height, and walked slowly into the house. Then he quickly ran out and helped him sit down.

"It's too early, kid, it's not done yet... How about a plate of French fries first?"

"Thank you, another glass of water."

Fernandez arrived late under the moonlight until the workers were all packed up.

To be honest, when they are not wearing uniforms, these two people are quite popular: one is beautiful and has a smile that makes people's eyes go straight; the other is honest and talkative, and can often mingle with drunkards.

"I guess he chose this place because some little blind man felt more at home here."

Yes, many people know uncle.

"I haven't eaten all day, Roland."

Fernandez arrived quickly. As soon as he entered the door, he took off his coat, picked up two French fries, threw them into his mouth and chewed them.

"Listen to Lady Enid..."

He glanced left and right and lowered his voice subconsciously: "Did you buy that thing?"

Roland also looked cautious and leaned forward: "...What is 'that thing'?"

Fernandez: ...

"Don't give me this, Anna... Anna! Give me a piece of fried fish, a piece of bacon, two large glasses of Old Smith, a little fuller... Roland, what do you want?"

Roland: "That thing."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Fernandez couldn't help laughing and tapped Roland's forehead with his finger.

Today, he paid more attention to Roland's face - or the expression on his face - than usual.

Obviously, he also vaguely knew what was going on.

If Roland didn't mention it, he would definitely not talk about it.

"I mean 'mask'. I heard that some people have paid up to five hundred pounds." Fernandez wiped his mouth, rubbed his greasy fingers on his legs, took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Gen wrinkled and nodded: "I originally wanted to make a bid - our rules are that whoever does the work has the right of first refusal."

"But it's good for you to take it. You need something to defend yourself...what's wrong?"

After he finished speaking, he saw that Roland's face looked wrong.

"What a strange expression you are making."

Roland rubbed his forehead: "Fernandez, that mask is worth five hundred pounds?"

Mr. Priest looked confused: "...At least. What's wrong?" He thought Roland was worried about money, so he couldn't help but comfort him: "Don't worry, Lady Enid won't force you to pay back the money. You can take your time."

wrench.

What would it sound like if you threw five hundred pounds into the river?

"Thump...I...thump...is...thump...big bat...thump...I...thump...love...thump thump...you...thump...luo...thump thump...lan...thump thump..."

"That's the sound."

Roland:......

"Aren't you going to tell the stupid guy that you have become a ritualist?"

I haven't figured out how to make it up yet.

"Stupid. Pick a secret organ to fool people, and then give this great path a name. You can't hide it for long."

How about Steel Road.

Miss Nina said.

A big box with steel wings can actually fly in the sky... Isn't it amazing?

"Then why isn't it called the Iron Wing Road?"