The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 152 Ch.151 Hyman

A fact that Roland and Xander had to accept.

Enid is late.

She, Fernandez and Crow were not even a shadow.

They seemed to have forgotten that there were two rookie executives in this salon run by cultists - or had they simply forgotten about it?

Or maybe they did it on purpose...

To kill himself and Xander Kratof with the help of cultists?

Roland's eyes were gloomy, his hand went deep into his inner pocket, his thumb popped open the cork, and with the cover of his palm, he drank the golden liquid in the glass tube in one gulp.

The warmth spreads from the stomach to the whole body.

The evil thoughts that gradually hatched melted like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Roland looked around: When the banquet came to an end and the owner of the salon came out to greet and see off guests - this meant that another small, more private and secretive party was about to begin.

Very few people stayed at the table.

The servants stood around quietly, countless eyes scanning over them.

"Luo..."

"My sister, isn't this what we want?" Roland looked excited and gently squeezed Xander's arm with his hand: "Forgot what we felt in the dream? Today, maybe, we can really see each other. …Meet…mother…”

Xander rolled his eyes and smiled: "I hope Ms. Jasmine can give us the answer we want..."

She felt Roland's fingers, which slid across her forearm and wrist, and wrote a number on her open palm.

That was the time they agreed on.

Now.

The number was crossed out and a new number was filled in.

That is: fifteen minutes beyond the agreed time.

Enid is late.

Xander raised the champagne on the table and quietly glanced around while drinking. In addition to the seven maids (cultists), there were also some gorgeously dressed men and women present: plus her and Roland, and the old Mr. Benevento whom they both wanted to protect.

At this time, her wrist was pinched lightly again.

She saw Roland shaking his head slightly at him.

'Don't draw your gun. ’

This was what he was trying to convey to Xander.

——Whenever a battle starts in such a place, they will be shot into pieces by seven... or more cultists in an instant.

Roland didn't want to risk his own life and that of his teammates on stupid things like "I'm not sure" or "I hid fast enough."

As the guests left one after another, the restaurant became deserted.

The familiar pairs gathered together. It was obvious that Roland and Xander were going to their 'target'.

Not far from Roland and Xander, there stood a pair of 'groups' similar to them——

Both of them are very young, with emotions almost everyone can see written on their faces:

Curious and eager to try.

He swayed the red wine, not knowing what would happen next. When Roland turned around, he nodded politely, whispered to the female companion beside him, and then walked towards them.

"I am Andrew Hyman, and that is my sister, Judy Hyman." He showed eight teeth, introduced himself to Roland, and then directed him to look at the table on the side: her sister Zhu Dee Heyman held up her skirt and bent her knees.

"Hello, Mr. Hyman. My name is Evans. Henry Evans, and this is my sister: Eleanor Evans." Roland picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with him.

This is the first time that young Andrew Hyman has participated in the "Banquet" - and it is interesting to know why.

The father of one of his friends was once invited to attend Ms. Jasmine’s banquet.

Two days later.

He 'got younger'.

"...He has a strong appetite and a strong body, like a young man. He can arm-wrestle with me - Mr. Evans, you may not know, but that old gentleman will be sixty years old this year!" Talking about this magical experience, Young Heyman's face was filled with excitement.

"I guess this Ms. Jasmine must be a witch secretly, or someone with witch blood..." He whispered to Roland: "...I don't know what these people want, but I think that no matter how magical the magic is, we are indispensable. The support of these people, isn’t it?”

"If he gives us convenience, we will also give them convenience."

Heyman took a sip of red wine and curled his lips: "My sister and I are still young and don't need 'youth' - besides, I guess this is not completely cost-free, otherwise, there would be young people everywhere. ”

Roland followed his words and asked, "So, what are you asking for?"

"My sister and I both want the same thing."

He glanced at Xander mysteriously, and then said in a softer voice: "...I asked before the banquet, hoping to find a way to 'increase charm' here. The lady agreed."

Roland looked at the young man.

"Let me be honest, Mr. Heyman. You probably don't need this method. In my opinion, no one can ignore your charm..." Halfway through, he turned to Xander and asked: "Right? Eleanor?" "

Xander lowered his head shyly and nodded slightly.

This made Mr. Hyman extremely happy.

"Oh, your sister is also the most beautiful person I have ever seen...well, she is prettier than my sister." He winked: "But if you ask her face to face later, I will never admit it."

Roland laughed.

"Is Ms. Jasmine famous?" Xander suddenly asked. "My brother and I just arrived in London recently, so..."

"Both." Heyman shook his head: "Smart people will not spread Ms. Jasmine's 'magic' everywhere - everyone who has participated knows that maybe the spell that makes people charming and regains their youth is not very... legal ”

"Or it must be illegal."

"We all know this."

Hyman said.

"But who cares?"

"No fool would report such a good thing to the church or those black crows. Otherwise, if the lady is arrested, how can we..."

He didn't finish his words, but he said everything.

Xander understood it, raised his glass, and touched him gently.

"You're right, Mr. Heyman. If I were to benefit from it, be more attractive and rejuvenated, I wouldn't want to tell anyone else about it - except my closest friends...well, let alone report it to the church."

"What can I get? Blessings? Prayers? Or some piecemeal reward in gold pounds that is less than a tenth of my daily expenses?"

Hyman liked what the young lady said.

He nodded with deep understanding: "Too many people can't see that those of us who are rich and powerful are living better and better lives - Oh! I'm sorry... I don't want to give you a bad impression. I am not referring to the Church, not to the Cross of Mercy, but..."

"Those black crows who disobey orders and cause trouble everywhere."

Xander gently touched Roland's leather shoes with the toe of his shoe hidden in the hem of her skirt.

Roland's expression remained as usual.

"Look, how they treat us?"

"I heard that many years ago..." Heyman thought for a while, seeming to confirm the specific time of this incident. "...My father said, at least, that's what they did ten years ago!"

"Break open the door violently, rush into the house, gather everyone together, and burn them to death!"

"Barbaric! Brutal! No trace of civilization at all!"

Hyman was filled with righteous indignation: "I heard from the husband of my friend's brother's wife's friend that he had a friend who worked in that terrible place - within half a year, he became garrulous, like a lunatic, and made sarcastic remarks every day. , I don’t love my family and I don’t want to have lunch and chat with my friends.”

"He's become a complete cold-blooded weirdo who doesn't fit in with the crowd."

Mentioning this person, Andrew Hyman's angry face became more frightened.

"...That place makes people less human. Sir, madam, you must be careful not to deal with those black crows."

Andrew Heyman named it.

"The Inquisition. But we all call it the 'Crow's Nest'." He said: "These crazy people and weirdos have become much better in recent years. Under the constraints of us and the church."

Speaking of recent years, when it comes to ‘restraint’, Andrew Heyman’s face turns slightly pale.

"Weirdos also need gold pounds and food and drink. Did you know? For only five or six pounds a week, we can hire a weirdo to serve us - but if they are allowed to leave the nest completely and only guard the door for the family, they must mention it to the superiors. ”

"Ten a week, they can beat five or six of my strongest servants."

"Fifteen per week, you can hire a sharpshooter. I saw this when I was hunting. One of my good friends hired a Black Crow at home. With our dispatch, we can earn much more than what we earned in the Inquisition. ”

Roland gradually lost his smile.

"Excuse my ignorance, sir." He asked softly: "The surname Hyman should be famous."

"Of course, you can ask any knowledgeable person." Heyman paused: "Of course, I'm not saying that you are ignorant - after all, you and your sister just came to this world's greatest society. City, you just arrived, right?"

"You have plenty of time to experience its greatness in detail, and plenty of time to understand the great families within it."

He was complacent, but he showed off his family and surname without any disrespect. He only vaguely hinted to Roland that their family was related to the 'coal mine'.

"I see, in a few years, there won't be that place anymore."

He didn't know why, but he sighed.

"The church doesn't like the Tribunal, and neither do we. Look at the people in this city, do they like it?"

"No one likes them."

"If you were one of those black crows today, I'm afraid this party would be completely ruined." Heyman shook his head: "Why should we ban this spell that is beneficial to us?"