The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 180 Ch.179 Letter

As for the Shelley Car Shop, Roland was going to check out the situation first.

Because the "whipster" only has one chance, he must choose someone who has a long history of using whips.

Then came the alien blood that Xander promised.

Counting this way, the ritual of the Sword of Judgment is only two short.

"The wail of the spirit" and "the power of the clanging sound".

The former is easy to deal with, just wait a few more days, encounter a small case, and go to the door with Xiandel to exorcise the devil; the latter is a bit troublesome, regarding the matter of 'Qiang Ming'...

A blacksmith shop is a definite no-go.

When Roland recently visited Cordoni to see his little princess, Mr. Cobbler tinkled for half an hour in the next room.

But nothing happened to the ring.

This shows that making shoes or blacksmithing is not "sounding" enough, or does not have enough "power".

In short, Roland currently has no clue about the latter ritual.

He asked Enid and Fernandez insinuatingly, but the way these two completed the ceremony really made Roland...

Fernandez's "power of clanging" came from a big explosion - a mission he performed a few years ago to capture a scholar who was performing illegal rituals in the cellar. The fighting destroyed the entire house, causing violent explosions.

Enid's came from an observation: watching a six-ring "craftsman" make mechanical creations.

So, it was a violent noise, or...

"No."

"I probably know what this ritual means, Roland."

"It's more troublesome for you now."

"Wait until you finish 'The Flagellant'. Let me think about a place in this era where you can easily listen to this ritual..."

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Okay, then I will——

"I thought about it."

Roland:......

White flames form a picture.

Roland frowned.

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you sure…

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Just go here?

"Give it a try. If you happen to have to solve the problem at Shelley Station, why not drop by and give it a try."

…………

…

drug store.

"I won't come back to stay tonight, uncle."

These words made someone hold half a small tomato in his mouth.

Old Collins turned his head suddenly, and the sofa creaked under his butt.

"What did you say?"

"I said I wouldn't come back to live." Roland shrugged.

He was wearing casual clothes, and the only valuable thing on his body was the cane leaning against the medicine table.

"I told you, it's best to come back without getting into any trouble." Old Collins curled his lips and focused on a certain part of Roland's body. "A female boss can't satisfy your young and vigorous body?"

"…What?"

"I said, don't imitate those people." The uncle pouted out the window, "I finally saved some money, but it all went into the pockets of those women."

Roland:......

Got it.

"It's a mission. I always listen to you." Roland put down the iron ruler he was fiddling with, walked to the sofa with a smile, squeezed old Collins away, and said, "Uncle."

"What are you doing?"

"If you don't come back all night, oh, you're not... worried about me, are you?"

Crunch.

The old guy next to him 'bounced' like he had been stabbed in the butt by a needle!

"I'm worried about you?! This isn't funny!"

"I am busy with so many things every day, collecting herbs, categorizing, cutting roots, picking out the bad ones - I have endless things to say with the stingy customers and herb pickers, and I still have time to 'worry about you' -? "

Roland smiled and raised his head, tilting it toward his uncle...

Just leaned on someone's shoulder.

Old Collins curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders in disgust, and pushed away this delicate golden-eyed cat that was determined to die and was extremely troublesome to raise.

"You can just dream about what you are saying about 'worry'... You can ask around. If I were five, six, eighty or nine years younger, there wouldn't be room for you to live in this house." Old Collins snorted and pinched his hand again. Pop a tomato into your mouth.

"Do you know my nickname when I was young?"

"'Icy Collins'——"

He puffed up his chest and glanced at the person beside him who was as limp as mud.

"How do you think I managed to stay on this street and prevent those bastards from trying to find a drug store?"

Roland answered lazily: "Because they are afraid of you——"

"That's right!"

"Because they're afraid you'll die."

Collins Sr.:…

I almost choked on a tomato.

"Nonsense! They are afraid of my fists!"

The old guy clenched his fist angrily, unclenched it, and clenched his fist again.

Repeat this action just to let Roland hear the 'click'.

"Okay, Uncle Leng. So, you were famous back then?"

Old Collins raised his eyebrows: "You're right. If it weren't for my fists, I wouldn't be able to deal with those who come to make trouble every day."

"Oh, where's Yam's letter?"

Crunch——

The sound stopped suddenly.

Old Collins perfectly performed for Roland what it means to be "caught off guard" - there was still a trace of pride on his face, and then, there was panic.

"You, the letter from the person who takes care of you...didn't you agree that I would...answer it?" He cautiously tried, shrinking his neck and saying, "I have already replied on time."

Roland was lying down, supporting his head with one hand.

"I mean, you have to read it to me, uncle. Since you didn't let me appoint someone to write and answer the letter myself, you almost don't read it to me anymore..."

Read the letter?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Can that be given to Roland?

To be honest, James Jones and Roland are not related by blood, but recent events have made him feel awkward about falling in love with a mother but being unable to face her son...

"...My voice has not been very good recently. How about another day?"

"I just want to listen, uncle, I miss Yam a little bit." Roland curled his lips and looked pitiful: "...You don't let me send people to write and read, and you don't read to me..."

Old Collins looked at his increasingly dim golden eyes and scratched his greasy head a few times irritably.

"Tsk, reading it to you...it's not a big deal."

He got up and went to the back room. Two minutes later, he brought out a letter.

It was indeed written by Jam Jones.

After spreading it out, the first thing he asked was Roland.

"How is my Roland doing lately?"

"I heard from you that he has done a lot of great things since he joined the church, and he is particularly famous now - he must be our pride in the future, right?"

"Your interesting fishing stories fascinate me."

"I wonder when I will have the opportunity to enjoy fishing with you on the shores of a beautiful lake in a quiet and peaceful afternoon?"

"To be honest, I don't like the prodigal son who abandons his family and relatives - but what you did is really admirable."

"The Collins name is dear to your brother, but you gave it freedom."

"That's right. As for the move you mentioned, I don't know, and I'm extremely hesitant. I don't know how to decide on this matter - moving to London, work, life, and my little Roland... I have too many things to consider. .

"I just hope you can take good care of Roland, and I also hope you can take good care of yourself."

"Determined yet hesitant, your James Jones."

That's about all the letter was written.

Roland is invisible in his uncle's heart, so he has to listen to him read.

Of course, it will definitely not be true.

"Ahem."

Old Collins cleared his throat. He didn't know if he wanted to deceive himself or feel more at ease like this. He pressed his index finger on the first line and read to Roland "word by word":

"Hello, Mr. Pugh Collins."

"I miss Roland very much, every day."

Roland:......

You finally know what it means to tell lies with your eyes open.