The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 116 Ch.115 Don't make friends with cultists

Old dog and duck.

Today is still bustling with people.

Beer foam, spit, smoke and dirty words.

The men who got off work wore felt hats, threw their gloves on the table, and shouted what they ordered. When Roland and Fernandez pushed the door in, many whistles rang out.

"Hey! Collins!"

"You're beautiful again recently!"

"When can I see you on Flower Street? Hahaha!"

"Roland?"

These regulars gradually "familiarized" with Roland.

There were endless teasing sounds, some excessive, some not.

"I'll give you a portion of freshly fried French fries."

So here, it was not the eyes that added trouble to Roland.

- 'What can he do to me? '

Until Anna left, Fernandez had a drooping face.

The screams were almost heard clearly by people outside the pub.

"When I first came here a while ago, it wasn't this high."

"Let's make friends, Collins."

Bang--

Fernandez punched one by one, and gave the struggling man a boot, which made him fall asleep completely. Then, he picked up the struggling man in his hand and spat on the face of the sleeping man on the ground: "It seems that someone has lived enough."

A huge bang.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Roland tilted his head.

This laughter made Thomas Abbot very proud.

"Or, do you want to be "judged" here?"

He was knocked over.

When he heard the word "cultist", Fernandez looked at them with a little mockery.

Bang.

Like a loud horn, it made the whole tavern quiet.

As soon as the voice fell, the sharp blade with flesh and blood was twisted ninety degrees.

They sat in the innermost, most deserted corner.

"I really want to ask you, why do you do this? You are totally wrong!"

"Resistance is a heresy."

"...It's just a joke, Collins." The oldest boy who spoke didn't look very old, with a circle of green stubble on his lips and a playful smile.

"With your face, you can either find a lady and have no worries about food and drink; or go to Notty's Golden Lamp and become a 'lady' - people who make appointments have to wait from winter to summer!"

Anna put her hands on her hips and turned back to glare at them.

The painful wail that echoed through the tavern!

"Hands--!!"

"They just came here, sir." The boss's wife wore a white apron and smiled: "Don't be so savvy with these people..." She poured water for Roland and looked at him:

"You grow up so fast, Roland."

At least, some people only "like" him on the surface.

"Just a beautiful blind man... I heard that he visits rich women's homes every day..."

The chairs were overturned, and those who tried to resist were overturned, and there was a mess in an instant.

"I promise I can't hear the hint in your words."

Aibo smacked his lips a few times and wanted to say something, but felt his wrist being tightly grasped.

'How much do you think he gets every week? Twelve? Fifteen? Or one or two pounds? He should make a lot of money with this face, right? '

'He shouldn't dare to do anything to us, we haven't broken the law. '

Everyone stared at the black-haired young man, watching him stand up, leaning on a cane, taking slow steps, and stopping accurately in front of the table of young people.

Fernandez followed with a gloomy face, like a huge shadow behind Roland.

"Child, you have already embarked on the right path, don't bother with these people anymore. When you grow up, maybe I won't see you here anymore..." She wrote down what Fernandez ordered, and wanted to reach out to touch Roland's head, but she shrank back in mid-air and wiped her thigh awkwardly.

"Let's make friends. I'm Thomas Abbott."

Roland didn't say anything. He gently held the handle of the dagger with his right hand, picked up the cane with his left hand, and knocked it on the ground a few times.

He lowered his head and hurried away.

'Isn't it like this for all people? '

"My..."

Fear also changed its appearance.

Roland pursed his nose and said seriously: "You have a strong smell of cultists. I suspect that you, or your parents, or brothers and sisters, have had contact with cultists recently."

'What's so great about him? '

Perhaps Roland and Fernandez didn't respond to the teasing. They were sensible and could see that someone was in a bad mood today and didn't want to respond. They all chose to shut up and talk about other things.

It was cold and windy recently, and his lips were cracked: "With those masters, they just didn't say it. I can feel the disgust in their words. If I always had these troubles, I wouldn't have lived this long ago."

Roland drank a sip of water.

Fernandez glanced at Roland.

——At first, these people would be more careful about what they said, because of Roland and Fernandez's identities: policemen, because of old Collins, and because they were "in the same boat".

Fernandez laughed twice: "Indeed, the Queen did a good job."

"Collins, sit down and have a drink!"

Things gradually became weird.

'He made so much money, but he never treated us to a drink... Old Collins's things are never cheap. These two Collins are just as greedy. '

Noti Golden Lamp.

The more experienced you are, the more you will believe: there are always a group of people in life whose behavior is purposeless, illogical, and has nothing to do with interests. They appear next to you just to disgust you - and when you understand their motives, you will only have one thought:

The brains of these people are only one-tenth the age of their bodies.

Click.

Let’s be honest, humans are wonderful and complex.

"ah…"

This guy...

"yes."

Roland held his hand.

The young people at the table laughed.

They began to push further.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fernandez put down his fries and was about to get up.

The deep golden eyes were colder than the winter wind in the middle of the night.

Several other young men with cigarettes in their mouths immediately put down their wine glasses. Before they could stand up, they saw a huge black shadow approaching.

Fernandez took off his scarf, called Ana over, and asked him where those strange faces with dirty mouths came from.

In the East End, most people will not maintain a 'surface of respectability'.

I'm really in a bad mood lately.

"...Such a handsome man, old Collins is blessed."

A huge fist hit his face.

Roland smiled faintly and made no move.

When he saw that Roland was silent, his malicious teasing became even more out of control.

"Hey, look at me! I forgot you were blind!"

After a moment of silence, he sighed.

Old Collins.

Fools always have an illusion unique to fools.

While he gently rotated the dagger, making someone who knew nothing about heaven and earth wailing, he said to himself: "You will be taken to the trial court. In addition, there will be your parents, brothers, sisters, and even friends..."

lady.

"It's all the same, Fernandez."

The chicken and butter patties arrived quickly.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, blew a plume of smoke towards Roland, and stretched out his palm.

"you this--"

The boy named Ai Bo looked around at his friend. Under the narrow gaze, he forcibly held Roland's hand hanging on his leg and shook it vigorously:

——This slightly feminine face, which often makes people think of having an affair with some noble lady, cannot bring him 'friendliness'.

"We just moved here. Where is your pharmacy?"

In the huge tavern, only Roland was empty.

Someone whistled again.

Then, a sharp dagger penetrated from top to bottom, firmly nailing his palm to the table.

Roland let go and lifted up his coat, revealing the gun on his waist. His light voice resounded in the tavern:

Bang——

"my hand--!!"

Not so discerning.

But as time changed, when Roland began to look 'respectable' every day - wearing clean leather boots or polished button leather shoes, a top hat instead of a felt hat, few sweat stains on his collar, riding a carriage every day instead of dripping mud Go home with shit...

He had never experienced what Roland had experienced, and he couldn't imagine what kind of hell he had gone through, so that a heart that made a long metallic sound grow out of his seemingly 'weak' body.

‘I won’t be able to come again. ’

"Either go back to your factory or shut up!"

‘We are still neighbors, we all live near here. ’

Boom boom.

He stood up with his cane.

"As long as it doesn't hurt or insult the people I love, it's okay, Fernandez. I think they are all pretty good at talking. Before, there were people buying medicine who were mumbling about the Queen's private life in the drug store." Roland didn't care. .

Roland thought for a while.

And that table of young people, that table of unfamiliar faces.

"…I smell a cultist, Fernandez."

Roland tapped his cane, looking at the floor in front of him with unfocused eyes, smiling all the way.

"You and the old one, do you two sleep together every day?"

The people around him shouted and fled away.

"Hey! From the Collins family! I'll go to the drug store after work tomorrow. How long can you chat with me for two dollars? Can you wear a long skirt?"

The laughter from the people around him gave him courage, making him feel like a protagonist, like a shining solo dancer on the stage.

"Damn it, don't say such things to Roland."

A few boys who looked very young smiled and waved their hands.

"I have to find time to teach these dirty-mouthed bastards a lesson."

There was a moment of silence in the tavern.

The world is spinning.

"Mr. Abbott."

"I would never be friends with a cultist."