The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 150 Ch.149 Familiar Cake

Roland Collins.

Xander Kratof.

The two novice executives followed the 'order' and went separately to find Mr. Benevento - since Roland had met him once, there was no need to rely on the photos given before to compare them one by one.

He has curly brown hair, brown eyes, a pointed nose, and spots on the left side of his face.

Above his lips was a particularly delicate and thick beard: it curled to both sides.

Roland started out the other side, leaving the band behind.

He wanted to go to another garden on the side of the mansion, enter from the other side, and walk in the opposite direction to Xander.

And when he walked through the clean and tidy corridor and entered the side hall under the guidance of the servant, he saw a person who definitely should not be here.

She was wearing a beige silk skirt, with lace embroidered on the lower part of the leg-of-mutton sleeves and on the neckline; a sky blue belt; and a lotus color pattern was faintly visible in the pleats of the skirt.

She was wearing gauze gloves, holding a wine glass, and was chatting happily with a gentleman.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people in the wing.

Therefore, from Roland's perspective, he happened to see: The green-eyed lady with a sweet smile was using a joke to raise her glass. She turned slightly sideways and put her other hand into the unfortunate gentleman's chest. in the pocket…

His fingers quickly picked out a small leather clip.

‘Steal wherever you go. ’

Roland didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stepped forward.

His size was hard to ignore, and soon, two people looked over.

"Excuse me." Roland came to the table and nodded slightly to the man: "I'm here to see my friend, sir."

The unfortunate man looked at the woman and then at Roland.

This rude and rude behavior made disgust flash in his eyes, but he still maintained a decent smile on his face. He bowed slightly towards the woman and took half a step back: "Of course, I'll see you later, ma'am."

Then he turned around and left, leaving Roland behind.

"...I don't know you, sir." The woman looked at Roland, lingering on his eyes for a moment, and her words were full of vigilance: "Perhaps you can remind me?"

Roland nodded towards her: "Follow me, Catbeard."

"Cat——" The woman hesitated for a moment, as if remembering something, and immediately whispered: "Pretty face?!"

The two people walked one behind the other towards the corner of the corridor.

There, there is a washroom for single use only.

"You're brave enough to land you in jail."

As soon as Roland closed the bathroom door, and before he could look around, Rose rushed up to him with her skirt in hand, pinched his arm and pinched his face.

"Oh my God! How did you do this?!"

Roland ducked back and said with a smile, "I've gained weight, Rose."

"Nonsense." Miss Snitch rolled her eyes and walked around Roland with her hands behind her back.

She stopped in front of him and suddenly leaned forward.

"...Can you see?" No matter how slow her reaction was, Rose could still detect this. "You can see me, can't you?"

She didn't wait for Roland to answer or ask 'why'. Instead, she quickly took a few steps back, turned her back to Roland, and began to play with her hair and face.

She conjured a round hand mirror out of nowhere.

Roland:......

"Compliment her on her beauty, saying she is the prettiest you have ever seen."

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Too glib.

After half a minute, the girl turned around.

She seemed to pinch her face several times.

Her face was flushed.

"How am I doing?"

Rose ran her fingers along the belt, lifted the skirt, and turned it around lightly.

"How am I doing?"

"Very beautiful." Roland replied with a smile, "The most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"whispering sound."

The girl looked very happy.

However, the next moment, she realized something was wrong - this was their first meeting in London.

This should be Roland's 'first time seeing her'.

"How did you recognize me?"

Obviously one or two words of boast could not completely fool this matter: "You must have never seen my appearance, beautiful face." She 'jumped' in front of Roland, holding her hands behind her back, looking at the tip of her nose to the tip of her nose. He looked at Roland with a suspicious look on his face.

"You lied, didn't you?"

"You can see it when you're in Fork County."

Like an angry fox, she showed two fangs and waved her fist at Roland.

"I can smell the familiar scent on your body, and remember your special voice, Rose. Besides, who is as skilled as you in your techniques?" As Roland spoke, he noticed that the girl in front of him became more and more...

She didn't smile like a fox, but like a well-behaved pet dog.

"It's normal, they all belong to the canine family."

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That was not what I meant.

"Smell the scent of a girl and tell her you remember it in front of her..."

"Some scum are just born."

"Someone, someone. He was born grainy."

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Don't you know my name?

"You are completely shameless now, aren't you?"

"I'll just assume what you said is true..."

"You are really good at lying..." Rose lowered her head unnaturally and smoothed her untied hair, then cleared her throat: "...Okay, pretty face, I'll take what you said to be true. But don't Let’s talk about this…”

She started pumping her fist again.

Roland pretended to be frightened: "...Don't kill me, Ms. Vansittart."

"You said you couldn't see." Rose hummed, and after a while, she returned to her playful smile. She took out the wallet again from the folds of her skirt, lowered her head and flipped through it, feeling satisfied. "The men and women here are extremely rich. Sooner or later I will rush in with a carriage and rob them."

Roland watched her put away her wallet, then bent her arms, took out two large gold pounds from her hair, and stuffed them into her collar.

He turned slightly.

This move made Miss Snitch burst into laughter.

"So, why are you here, Rose." After the joke, Roland sighed and asked, "Stealing at the banquet...how did you get the invitation?"

Someone's green eyes rolled and he didn't answer.

"I'm looking for someone."

"who?"

"My sister."

"who?"

"My...sister."

"who?"

"The person who asked the question is not a gentleman at all!" The girl glared at Roland: "My men!"

"Then you should be in the main hall."

"I don't know either." Rose shrugged, tapped her feet, jumped to the sink, picked up the bundle of candles on the stone slab, and tried to stuff it into her skirt a few times, but failed.

So, with a drooped face, he turned around.

"The food and drink here are so tempting, both men and women are so shiny! I just can't help it..."

She excitedly described to Roland how she could easily 'borrow' things from these people, and how much money these things could be converted into on the black market -

She was a little excited, but not as crazy as Xander.

She is not a ritualist and has no scars.

But it was also affected.

"Drink it."

Roland took out a bottle of holy water and handed it over.

Rose looked at the golden test tube and then at Roland. After hesitating for a moment, he took it and waved it in front of his eyes: "What is this?"

"Holy water."

"Holy water? I seem to have heard of it... What is its use?"

"Drink it."

Rose looked at Roland and saw that he was serious, so she uncorked the bottle and drank the golden liquid in one gulp.

He smacked his lips a few more times.

"It can't be poison, right?"

"It's too late for you to ask now."

Rose's behavior of drinking the holy water without hesitation made Roland suddenly feel some strange, honey-sweet emotions.

He rolled his tongue subconsciously.

If emotions had flavor.

"You are trusted, scumbag cat."

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I don't like this nickname.

"I don't like the 'wrench' either. Can you change it for me?"

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You can call me whatever you want.

"What the hell..."

Ignoring the insult in his eyes, Roland pointed to the empty glass tube in the girl's hand and tapped his forehead a few times: "How do you feel?"

Rose didn't understand and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly her expression twisted and she quickly lowered her head.

Some emotions recede like a tide.

When she raised her head again, her face was filled with solemnity.

"It's like wiping the fog off the glass."

She touched her face, her eyes straightened, as if she was still recalling the crazy emotions that just surged in her heart...

Roland smiled: "You don't miss the pocket watches and coins in gentlemen's pockets so much now, do you?"

As he spoke, he watched the green-eyed lady turn her palms and hide the glass tube in her sleeve, then turned around, dismantled the bundle of candles, stuffed them into her skirt one by one, and then grabbed a few more boxes of matches. A comb, a can of tooth powder, two bars of soap.

After hiding it, she stretched contentedly and turned back leisurely, only to find the troubled-looking young man:

"What did you say?"

Roland:......

"Let this Doraemon go back and rest early."