The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 151 Ch.150 Late Support

In view of Roland's threat: 'If you don't tell me clearly, you will hand over what you stole. ’

Rose had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I came for my sisters and I told the truth."

Rose pursed her lower lip: "...But they don't seem to be here."

The matter started half a month ago.

"...Mr. Diamond has found new 'jobs' for some of the sisters in the gang - special jobs."

"They are going to serve the 'big man'."

Speaking of 'serving', Rose glanced at Roland quickly: "...But only a small number of girls who have been in this industry before can do it. I...we don't have to do it."

The girls were given a 'promise', she said.

As long as they serve the big shot for a period of time, they can get a sum of money. At that time, they can either return to the gang, or find a small place, change their identity, find a man, and live peacefully.

"About twenty of them went..."

Rose said.

"But none of them came back."

Roland tapped his pants line with his fingers, thoughtfully.

"Mr. Diamond said they took the money, changed their identities, and went to a 'little place' far away from London..." Rose akimbo: "But, 'all'? All of them went? None of them even came back with a message!" They disappeared, Roland! There is definitely something wrong!”

"So, who are they serving?" Roland asked.

Rose shook her head.

"I don't know. I only heard that it was through an invitation letter..." She rolled her eyes: "...I stole one from Mr., so..."

"That's why I met you here." Roland sighed.

After Roland asked, it was time to get to Rose.

She also has a stomach problem.

"So, why are you here? Something to do with my sisters?"

Roland felt that he was facing the same situation as Rose: if he didn't tell the truth, this lawless young lady would probably pretend to agree and then sneak back.

"This is a cultist's lair, Rose. Whatever you want to find out, wait until later. It's dangerous here."

"Cultist?!" Rose suddenly raised her voice, then hurriedly suppressed it, and approached Roland slyly: "...you said, here, this salon, this place with the garden, are the cultists...those... The criminal’s… home?”

Roland nodded: "The host of the banquet is a cultist, Rose. I advise you to leave as soon as possible. It is very dangerous."

"I ran away secretly. Regardless of whether I am found out or not, I will be punished when I go back..." the girl muttered, excitement flashing in her green eyes: "...the police are going to arrest the criminal, right? Maybe..."

"I can help you?"

"I have so much strength!"

"...Maybe I can 'pick up' something."

Roland smiled: "You mainly want to 'pick up' something, Rose."

The extremely greedy girl grinned and raised her palms: thin gauze gloves wrapped her long and soft fingers.

A slender whitebait circled them and shuttled between the fingertips.

That's a sharp blade.

"How about it? I can cut open men's trouser pockets, women's handbags, and cut thin necklaces." She was eager to try, but she didn't think the cultists were scary at all: "I can beat two or three of you!"

Roland silently lifted up his coat.

Show her the multi-barreled gun she has strapped to her.

Rose:......

"Times have changed."

"We will arrest her today, as well as everyone present who is related to the cult. I will ask someone to help ask you...the whereabouts of the sisters. How about it?" Roland slowly stretched out his hand towards the fast-moving 'fish' .

Rose certainly didn't expect that he would dare to reach out for the sharp blade, so she quickly clamped the half-finger-long sharp blade - allowing Roland to easily take off the blade.

"I'll help you find out their whereabouts. After that, you have to help me too."

Roland held the blade and waved it in front of her: "Do you agree?"

Agree?

These words brought Rose back to that small town in a trance.

In that dirty alley, I led people to block him.

A young man with a calm and composed face, but a dead silence in his eyes.

He made a deal with her.

"I..." Rose pursed her lips unwillingly, but her eyes suddenly looked behind Roland——

Behind nothing.

When Roland followed his gaze and turned back.

The blade in his hand had long since disappeared.

"I agreed."

Rose quickly retreated to the door, holding the blade and shaking it triumphantly: "...Your skills are far worse than mine, Roland. Next time we meet, if you are injured, I will laugh at you!"

"You don't know where I live yet, Rose."

"You underestimate us. I'll find out soon if I ask."

She turned her palm over and back again, and the blade disappeared without a trace.

"When we meet later, tell me the good news, pretty face."

The girl opened a crack in the door and got out. After a while, he stuck his face in again and blinked.

Then he closed the door completely.

The bathroom was quiet.

Flames leap.

"You know there's no good news."

-

Rose should know too.

"Where do you think her sisters will be?"

Roland was silent, opened the door, and headed to the main hall.

…………

…

Xander Kratof found Mr. Benevento.

This girl who occasionally went to the slums to enjoy her "little hobby" showed Roland another side of her at the cocktail party - another side with an extraordinary background.

She didn't stare in the corner.

Instead, she took the initiative to come forward and chat with the target.

When Roland came to the table not far from her, they happened to talk about a young poet who had just emerged in the art world and his unknown sculptor father.

Truly integrating into the circle of ladies and gentlemen, this is something Roland can't do yet.

He was born without such skills - he had not been influenced by years, and his "humble" background could only make his imitation superficial. And the death of Cherry Chloe made his heart, which had just felt a little warm, more and more impatient:

For these boring people and the boring rules they abide by.

But Shandel Kratov was at ease.

"…Yes, there are some in my study, who knew they were so keen on observation?"

The two were talking about something, but the elderly Benevento seemed very happy.

While chatting and laughing, Shandel saw Roland not far away.

So, she quickly said goodbye to the old gentleman in front of her and came to Roland with a glass of champagne.

"It seems to be going well." Roland pinched a French fry and put it in his mouth to chew.

"It's not difficult," Shandel nodded slightly, and when he looked around, his lips touched lightly: "Mr. Benevento is easy to deal with."

"Great, Kratov."

Roland imitated her usual appearance and clapped his hands while speaking.

This made the girl puff up her cheeks and glared at him.

"I just moved my mouth, Roland...Do you want to try champagne?"

"I don't like drinking, especially champagne."

"You should learn." Perhaps because he completed the task assigned by Enid, Shandel was obviously much more relaxed. "…This is my first time on a mission alone, facing cultists."

"What did you feel when you faced cultists for the first time?"

She was referring to the time when Roland fought at Chloe's party.

At the party...

Roland had very bad memories of that battle.

"I really hate champagne."

"What?" Cinder didn't understand what Roland said.

"It's about time."

Roland shook his head slightly and took out a pocket watch from his inner pocket (he found it in the drawer of a big captain, who strongly asked Roland to return it after the mission, saying it was a gift from his grandfather - but Roland found five low-quality pocket watches of the same appearance.)

Time...

It's about time.

Ms. Enid, why haven't you come yet?