The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 165 Ch.164 Miss Snitch with Nothing

"Why don't I fit in?!"

Roland couldn't help laughing.

"Your 'tricks' need to be kind, vicious, and smart?" Rose twirled her hair and said with bright eyes, "Then I definitely meet the last one. Tell me? I might be able to..."

"Rose." Roland picked up the sandwich on the table and took a small bite:

"Suppose you have thirty pounds."

"I spent ten pounds on the top hat, and I have twenty pounds left."

"I spent ten pounds on the coat, and I have ten pounds left."

"I spent nine pounds on the leather shoes and had one pound left."

"The last pound was spent on a cake, and not a penny was left."

Roland puffed up his cheeks and asked while eating: "Do you feel something is wrong?"

The girl's green eyes turned again and again, her ten fingers spread open, and she muttered: "Ten pounds for the hat, ten pounds for the coat, nine pounds for leather shoes, one pound for cake...yes, thirty pounds?"

"Think of the rest."

Rose looked at Roland suspiciously, then looked down at her hands: "...The first time there was twenty pounds left, the second time there was ten pounds, the third time there was one pound, yes, the total is thirty pounds... Huh? ?”

Roland crunched the food in his sandwich, laughing in his heart.

"You're just laughing your ass off, you looked exactly like her back then."

"Why a pound more?"

The green-eyed lady was now as confused as a dog that was suddenly slapped by its owner for no reason.

"Why, an extra pound, Roland?"

Roland ignored her and bit off the corner of the sandwich.

The next second, a slender hand grasped the crust of the sandwich and roughly pulled it away.

"Stop eating it!"

"Tell me now! Where did the remaining pound go?"

Roland said nothing, slowly picked up the knife and started cutting the steaks on the table.

Rose:......

The girl scratched her head, stared at Roland fiercely, and took a bite of his sandwich: "... Anyway, if there is too much or too little, I will steal it from other places."

"Stupid little cake."

"If you want, Rose, I will help you." Roland put the juicy steak on his plate and slowly smiled: "But if you really become one of those people who can do tricks, you will lose something. thing."

"You become something you are not."

"You have to be prepared to pay the price forever."

Roland didn't know if Rose had any 'qualifications', or which path was suitable for her - but he knew that there was no path without paying a price.

Nails must be driven into the wall of the soul in order to sustain strength.

Sexual scars are inevitable.

Just like Xander's 'goodwill', or his frequent hallucinations.

The impact of scars will gradually distort a person's soul as they rise.

Well…

Although, Roland thinks Enid is okay?

The higher the "holy flame" goes, the more ruthless and ruthless the ritualist becomes - but he never seems to feel this in a gentle lady.

"Let's be honest, Rose. Executors have their own rules. I'm afraid that the Inquisition has many ways to restrict us from disseminating valuable knowledge at will - I won't do this, and you... are probably not suitable for Holy Cross. If Be really prepared and I'll give you a little personal help..."

"If you're really prepared."

Roland emphasized twice, hoping that this lawless Miss Snitch would take his words seriously.

Rose lowered her eyes and stared at the tip of her nose, her voice trailing off: "I just want to see Mr. Diamond so..."

So what exactly is the ‘power’ that we are so eager to pursue...

So much so that she can send those in the gang who trust her to the butcher shop.

"Knowledge isn't cheap, right?" the girl tried.

Roland pointed to the steak in front of him: "It's about the price of this steak."

Rose folded her hands and lay on the table, her eyes glaring: "You can't lie to me, but I don't want your help to be in vain. Tell me, how much is it worth? Dozens of pounds? Or hundreds of pounds?"

"Normal things can no longer be measured in gold pounds."

"How much is an opportunity worth?"

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I know.

"So you're going to set her on the same path as you?"

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I don’t know if Rose has any ‘qualifications’…

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But I am willing to provide her with a standard gift.

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Give it a try?

"She's not suitable, Roland."

"Su Yue has changed you. This is one of the most important conditions for you to embark on this path."

"If 'fantasy' only needs reality as fuel, then every child in the slums should embark on this path——"

"You still don't understand that you and this road are both 'special'?"

Roland suddenly thought of what the goblin lady said when he first met Aurora.

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Two torches.

"Your Miss Nina not only traveled against the flow of time, but also crossed history."

"She is the real 'fantasy' that 'should not exist'."

"You... you are considered half a pollutant."

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Can you put it in a nicer way?

"You can count it as half a pollutant."

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Thanks, that sounds much better.

"Roland?"

The green-eyed girl looked at the dazed young man, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Rose."

"Um?"

"When we meet in two days, I will give you a letter - put it under your pillow and sleep on it every night. But you have to promise me one thing."

Roland straightened his back and said seriously: "Keep it safe and don't let anyone else read it. It's contraband and will cause you trouble."

Rose patted her chest, which was like a poor man's pocket, and raised her chin.

"I am the best 'skillful hand' in the Elephant Gang. No one can steal from me."

"But time has stolen her flesh and blood."

"A girl of sixteen or seventeen is only two or three years old..."

While speaking, the pale flame also drew two thin lines to draw a circle for Roland.

"Look, no wonder she is the best 'skillful hand'."

"Is she so light?"

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I feel like I am the only one who can stand you.

Roland sighed in his heart that Miss Nina's life was not easy before.

"Ha, you are still sighing... Why do you think I am like this?"

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You are born with it.

"I ****"

"Roland? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"I'm wondering how much I should ask you to pay, Rose." Seeing her anxious face, Roland thought for a moment and said, "You have to do me a big favor."

Rose leaned forward, her green eyes gurgling, "Hey, you want me to help you steal something... cat whiskers are not okay!"

"Help me ask around."

Roland also subconsciously leaned on the table and moved towards Rose - the two heads were about to touch each other.

"I want a whip with experience..." He whispered, "Manpower."

The green eyes suddenly widened.

"Human...hand?"

"Human palm." Roland nodded: "...the kind in the cemetery. Please help me find out who in this city is the best and most experienced whip user in his lifetime - at least he must have used it for more than 30 years...no, more than 50 years is better."

"Is this the same as your previous 'cat whiskers'?" Rose looked at him straight: "The same as the one that was cheated by the cultists...right?"

"...Yes. This is a 'ritual'." Roland's lips gradually straightened: "In addition, help me send someone to watch a cemetery, find out their shift change time and the route of the gravekeepers' patrols..."

Rose didn't think Roland would covet the gems and gold coins buried in the tomb.

The bad girl curled her lips, excited, and her eyebrows danced: "...Hey! Who do you have a grudge against? How about stealing his body and hanging it on the flagpole on the top of Buckingham Palace?"

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I always feel that the person in front of me will get into trouble sooner or later.

"What's the difference between you and her."