The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 13 Ch.13 Evil Bat

Ms. Enid is a good person.

At least, not when there is talk of cultists or the All-Father.

The priests placed Roland in a deserted brick house for the night. It was not until the next morning that Enid, wearing that black gauze dress, came to the door to wake him up.

"Bat in the sun"

Roland tried to erase the words from his sight, but he was worried that if an emergency happened, these words might save his life.

Enid didn't know all this. In her eyes, Roland's posture was a bit subtle:

The boy wearing gray plaid work pants was leaning on the headboard of the wooden bed. His black hair hung down on both sides of his face. His collar was slightly pulled open after a night's rest, exposing his neck and collarbone. He put his wrist on his forehead, squinting his beautiful but sad eyes, like a fragile and scarred...

Homeless cat.

Roland had no idea what was happening until the words changed again:

"Evil Thought Bat"

"Ms. Enid?"

Roland deliberately turned his face sideways, turned his ears toward the woman, quickly tightened his collar, and got off the bed.

Enid smiled and greeted.

Only then did she have time to look around - dissatisfaction immediately appeared on her face, she quickly turned around and spoke to the man outside the door:

"I remember what I said, Fernandez. Ask you to arrange a comfortable environment - he has just experienced a disaster. The Father of all things, you actually let His children sleep in holes full of holes because of laziness. Where is the air leaking everywhere?”

Roland 'saw' the man with his back to the sun through his misalignment.

A man named Fernandez.

The man in the blur has a prim and square face, surprisingly short hair, and a frighteningly strong build...

At this moment, his expression was a little awkward.

"Lord Enid, we all sleep in the same place." He subconsciously tightened his legs and straightened his back.

There were few people who had not been scolded by Enid.

"'Same place'—? Look what you're talking about, Fernandez. What you mean is, this fragile, beautiful, recently lost family member, tortured by cultists for who knows how many days, almost drowning in fear and A frightened boy should live in the same place as us who have been training all year round?”

“If His children can bear the same pain as we can, where do we go from here?”

"You should not be so cruel to an innocent boy."

"Fernandez."

The strong man was stunned by the series of words. Roland found that he seemed really ashamed, and his head drooped, "You are right, Lady Enid. I should not have listened to Keen and let this child live in the cabin temporarily..."

Roland glanced at the words floating around.

What's on Enid's head is: "Evil Thought Bat (In Bo's Fury)"

On Fernandez's head is: "A cunning bat minion trying to drag others down."

Roland:......

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This is so much like you, Miss Nina.

He opened his hand and let the sunshine that stepped in from the door jump onto his palm.

…………

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In fact, there is no evidence that Roland is the son of Collins Sr.

A certain director who was as greedy as his belly didn't look at those 'certificates', and Seth Weir and Tyrese Collins themselves wouldn't take Roland to apply for it - they were the descendants who were going to die, so why did they have to let him go? It's written in the name of the 'Collins' family.

So, when Enid ordered people to check, on paper, poor Roland became an orphan again.

Fortunately, Yam and the adults in the workhouse were able to testify for Roland: at least, they could prove that he walked out of the workhouse a few days ago.

"I'm not on the Collins family tree?"

"Not at the moment, the cultist didn't list you." Enid shook her head and asked again: "But if you want, we have enough witnesses and evidence to complete this matter - I can make you 'worthy of the name' …That is, let your bloodline have a less glorious origin.”

Roland heard the meaning of her words, so he shook his head slightly: "No, ma'am, I will just use the last name Collins for the time being."

Enid curled up the corners of her mouth slightly, and after being satisfied, she explained:

"If your father is a cultist, it will cause you a lot of trouble in the future."

She said while leading Roland through the muddy path:

"You have two choices about the future, Roland." Enid said. "That cultist, Thales Collins, has a brother in London. I think he might be able to raise you. Although the Collins family has little wealth left. , but for the sake of one hundred pounds..."

The second one goes without saying much.

Return to the workhouse and ask Director Abner to find him a job and an adopter.

For Roland, the two choices are actually one.

"Then, before you leave, please come with me."

After getting the answer she wanted, Enid, who was in a happy mood, took Roland and acted separately from the black-clothed priests.

The latter wanted to go to the local police station to join forces with the town police to deal with the trouble caused by last night's fire, while Ms. Enid and Roland ran directly to the largest and most prosperous street in the town.

"You can't wear this. Let me see... at least, at least I have to buy you a pair of shoes..."

Roland’s understanding of ‘at least’:

I need a pair of shoes.

Enid understands ‘at least’:

This kid needs a pair of shoes—and pants to match.

Then, the top had better match the style.

In addition, the young gentleman should have a coat that is different from that of a mature man, slightly gorgeous but not exaggerated.

Finally, he needs a hat to match this beautiful outfit.

She took Roland to the shoemaker's shop to buy a pair of Chelsea boots and a pair of button boots that tightly wrapped around the ankles - this required a small metal hook to dig out the buttons from the holes and pin them.

Then, she went to a slightly larger shoe shop and got Roland a pair of high boots with leggings.

A stiff-sleeved shirt with a standing collar and pleats, black trousers, a dark brown short vest with a lace hem, and a single-breasted waistcoat.

And a dark red embroidered gray line shoulder pad coat.

And a new cane.

"Madam, I..."

"The country style is too backward."

Enid looked a little dissatisfied.

She reached out to tie Roland's open collar, stepped back a few steps, and looked at the black-haired, golden-eyed boy with a strange look:

He was like a person that the oil painter left on paper with fantasy, paranoia and madness.

He had a full forehead, a high nose bridge, and black hair tied behind his head. His eyelashes were dense and curly, and his cat-like eyes made clarity and temptation intertwined in contradictions-

He looked a little cold and indifferent, and it was more like a god collecting the pearls of dusk:

'Treasures are not unique,' He said.

But fortunately, they shine on the same person.

The exquisiteness of a person infinitely raises the style of clothes.

So beautiful.

She thought.

"Madam, I don't have money."

Roland moved his wrist uncomfortably, and the eyes focused on him almost set him on fire-he caught a glimpse of himself blurred in the reflective glass on the side of the road, and those words seemed to be mocking him.

"There's no hat made of better material... What did you say?" Enid noticed the boy's restraint, her lips curled up, and she wanted to laugh: "It won't cost much, Roland."

"This is the mercy of the Father of All Things to the sufferers."

After Enid finished speaking, the text next to her face changed immediately:

"Price List"

"God's Mercy: 1 Pence"

"The Evil Thoughts of the Evil Thought Bat: 7 Pounds 6 Shillings"

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Yes.

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The hat on her head alone is worth 11 shillings.

"I am grateful to the Father of All Things, sir. But I think I should thank you more..."

"You can just call me Madam, or just my name." She didn't comment, and looked up at the sky: "We can eat something first. Is there anything you want to take away? I mean, except for the things that have turned to ashes in that house."

Roland shook his head: "Only me."

"...Poor child, may the Father of All Things bless you."