The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 118 Ch.117 The mysterious egg

The dense forest is still damp.

The world made of silver seems to be always wet, with fresh dew hanging on it, but never sees the sun all year round.

The fog had faded a lot compared to Roland's previous visits.

It’s revealing more of itself.

To Roland.

Glowing white trees, meandering silver streams washing amethyst-clear pebbles.

Roland was barefoot, and the cold silver water washed over his ankles.

Maybe it was really left by Aurora.

"stop."

"Guess what?"

"The door panel is..."

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My knight.

Where did it go?

"You don't miss her a little bit, do you?"

"Or very slowly."

'Aurora...'

No one answered.

"I can now."

"She was very rude."

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Why do I feel like you 'know' her?

he called softly.

"Even though I can't see you, you might as well be this psycho's fantasy."

If he lies down to rest.

Roland shook the note and looked at the white egg again.

"But you have to thank me."

"You feel wrong."

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You just said that I feel...

There's more to Raging Flames than just its name.

"...I will protect your friends, am I not?"

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Of course you are.

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I will be with you until I die, my dear.

"Note: Please do not put human embryos into it, you will hatch a creature that is definitely not what you want to see."

"forward."

Roland curled his lips, put the box on his belly, hugged his head, and leaned against the tree trunk.

Occasionally she would lie on his belly or chest.

There is no lock.

Alien eggs…

"You feel wrong."

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No, I mean, if you admit...

"…whispering sound."

"Hello, Luo Lanlan!"

He moved forward.

In the grass nest, stood a milky-white egg.

He can embark on the road to greatness thanks to the help of a goblin.

it says.

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White tree?

Roland gently pushed open the lid of the box.

Seeing this line of flying words, Roland couldn't help but think of the little lady who jumped around and never rested except when sleeping.

"You don't need to explore the unknown yet, Roland."

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wrench.

"If he calls you Menban in the future, you must not agree..."

He was half kneeling on the ground, holding on to the tree trunk.

Now.

"what."

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I remember, you couldn't come here with me before?

"And you! Don't even allow it! Give this egg a name! I'll do it! Do you understand?!"

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The door panel is actually quite...

He is the Executor of the Inquisition.

Lieyan did not give a more specific explanation.

"You feel in danger."

"My name is Gawain."

"The egg in the box is my gift to you (it will never hatch into another Aurora!)"

…

"You feel wrong."

"You can find your way without her."

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maybe.

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But, as you put it, I might be able to survive without Yam, without Miss Nina, without Enid.

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So, I don’t have to thank anyone, right?

"I'm going out for a visit and won't be coming home soon!"

"The magic box will provide her with enough vitality."

What a fun time.

"You've been talking to yourself in the air lately, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

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Who made you unable to see the door panel?

yes…

The ordinary wooden box is filled with silvery soft needle grass.

This gave Roland the feeling of 'raising a sheep among wolves'.

The sound was swallowed up in the mist and failed to travel far.

Next to the egg, there is a small note.

"Change your name, please. I don't want to have any more victims besides me..."

Roland chuckled.

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That's what they deserve.

written on the note.

"Gawain."

"It can provide a steady stream of vitality to the things inside."

Roland gently opened the vegetation and pushed away the soil with his fingers.

"...Promise me, Roland."

"A vicious goblin?"

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She helped me a lot.

"Talk to her once in a while."

"Anyway, Father Roland, please take good care of our children."

"A person who is too curious will never have enough blood to pump to his lower body."

"I didn't find that she helped you with anything."

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My path, wrench.

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My path was given to me by her.

"Go back to the white tree, Roland."

"soon…"

"When you gouged out Wilson and Chloe's eyes alive and broke their bones to pieces...why didn't you say you were an executive?"

Roland:......

"This alien doesn't deserve to die."

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I know.

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I will take good care of it.

There were many times when he wanted to curse.

Roland slightly twisted the tail ring and raised his head.

"She will be born!"

"Next time we meet, remember to thank me!"

Roland:......

"——Aurora (or Aurora, Aurora) who likes the little nest on your head."

Roland:?

"The goblin left."

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So, what happens?

"She can sense my presence, so I won't appear in front of her."

He also wants to hatch an alien egg.

"Gawain."

The two of them often talked nonsense, suddenly fell asleep, and when they woke up, they accused each other of snoring.

"You just have to stay with her every night, look at her, put her next to the pillow and let her feel your breath."

The soft silver needles under the tree showed signs of being turned over.

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There is something in the soil.

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Was it what Aurora left for me?

"turn back."

Pale flames blew through the woods, blending with the silver.

'Hello! Luo Luolan! ’

"A storage box made of tree spirit skin and bone."

"The second tree."

"(It won't hatch another Aurora!)"

He crossed the creek and came to the familiar dense forest and under the familiar tree canopy.

"Your feeling is right."

"Obviously."

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Is it a gift?

"Otherwise it's Su Yue's body?"

"So, a blind man is a blind man."

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Under the butt?

Roland sat down cross-legged.

…

He headed towards the edge of the dense forest and came to the 'wall' where the fog was thickest - the white mist shrouded the path, and even the candlelight in his eyes could not penetrate.

A palm-sized brown wooden box.

"It's called Gawain."

"Oh my god, you even gave him a name?!"

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Everyone should have a name.

"left."

Although Roland didn't know what the wrench was talking about, he felt that it was a very vicious curse.

"Aurora?"

Roland turned back.

"Don't name anything again, okay?"

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Look at its sword, does it look like a door panel?

"You look like a door panel to me."

There was no familiar little figure among the branches and vines carefully carved by an artist.

"do you know?"

"Rare Item: Magic Box (Alien)"

It was engraved with words that he shouldn't understand, but he could.

"Magic Box"

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Because it was buried very shallowly.

"Until the magic box is completely useless."

No such sound emerged.

"You'd never guess it!"

"Aurora Laura?"

Roland followed the instructions in his eyes and stopped under a certain tree - this was the place where he often stayed.

"Egg (Xenogeneic)"

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Just a little smaller than a box.

Sometimes, he would sit under this tree, with Aurora lying on top of his head, or sleeping on his collar or collarbone.

Roland was stunned.

Roland:......

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I haven't been hungry for you lately, right?

"Look under your ass, idiot."

A smile appeared on his face.

The fog brings moisture.

The gentle wind blew and he fell asleep quickly.