The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 184 Ch.183 Cowardly Halida

White smoke billows from the roof of the car.

When this car, which represents one of the highest achievements of human civilization in this century, is started, the huge roar makes people feel heartbeat and tremble.

Hallida was trembling, and while moving towards Roland, she couldn't help but look carefully at the metal monster.

It is made of countless ordinary flesh and blood and forged from countless seemingly useless parts.

Metals rub against each other, erupting into sparks and flames that propel the world forward.

It chirped loudly, and then, with its wheels turning, it made a piercing scream on the steel track.

Halida let out a 'woof' and quickly covered her mouth.

She is afraid of the unknown, afraid of any sunshine and disgusting looks in the sun, except the soothing place of the circus.

She quietly backed away, leaving only the back of the young man with long black hair in sight...

Standing in the white mist erupting from the train.

Just like the stories she had heard since she was a child, about a small warrior facing a ferocious and huge monster, she was gradually overwhelmed by the thicker fog.

The train finally started moving.

Some harsh and roaring sounds that couldn't be distinguished from what kind of metal could make pushed the metal behemoth forward. Then, gradually get faster.

The head of the car leads to the carriage, and the carriage holds another section of carriage.

Occasionally, a clanging sound breaks out according to a certain rhythm.

As a result, this giant snake in iron armor followed its clanging sound, blew out the white mist in winter, and meandered away.

At this moment, Roland could feel it.

He could clearly feel a certain ring in his arms melting quietly.

‘The power of sound’.

A burst of mortal power.

The power of iron and fire.

The flames in sight passed through the vast mist, leaving traces of similar colors.

"Complete: The Power of Chong Ming."

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Humanity is great enough in itself without ritualists and mysteries.

"If you say it again, it will be blasphemy."

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I now somewhat understand what Miss Nina said, Wrench.

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Man kindles the flame of wisdom.

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From now on…

"This is not something a first-circle ritualist should consider."

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Miss Nina should not teach a mortal who is not a ritualist.

Roland retorted silently.

Although he hates the word 'destiny'.

But from the moment he met Nina, his fate inevitably took a turn.

Maybe…

He should have been an ordinary, pious executive all day long.

But now...

But there are exotic eggs at home.

‘Do what I want. ’ Roland murmured.

'Yes,' Cherry Chloe lay on his shoulder and breathed lightly, 'Do what you want, Roland. ’

Roland didn't want to look back. He just wanted to quietly listen to the woman on his shoulder say a few more words before teasing him about being fat or thin.

But she showed no mercy, leaving behind a cheerful laugh, which was blown away by the winter wind along with the white mist that slowly melted away.

The young man in the wind felt a little sad.

He touched his shoulders and looked back, only to see the tall, brown-skinned woman who exuded a sense of strength...

He was sneaking around, hiding behind the street lamp on the platform, trying to block himself with a slender lamp pole.

Roland:......

"She doesn't really think she's hiding."

"Sorry. What...are you doing?"

Roland looked at the streetlight and then at her arm exposed outside the sleeve.

She was shivering, and not just because of the train.

"I am Roland, Roland Collins. Miss Halida." Roland stopped about half a step away from her and bowed slightly, "I have seen your performance... Do you need help?"

Halida rubbed her nose, hugged the cold railway light with her two slender hands, and probed her head. Her pale silver eyes were full of uneasiness: "...I am Hallie...Wow! Halida."

"Hahahaha, she's so funny!"

Roland pretended not to have heard the 'woof' and repeated his previous question.

"Do you want my help? Or should I leave first?"

He tried to leave, but was stopped by a tall girl.

Maybe it was because Roland had the same color hair as her.

Maybe it's because of what happened last night.

"...Woof! Thank you...Thank you woof!"

Roland:......

"Relax, Miss Halida. You may not know that my friend's condition miraculously improved after being treated by Mr. Snow. I believe that you, or your family, will also be able to see this knowledgeable doctor. After seeing it, like the sun or our country, it will shine again with a healthy body and a free soul."

She looked at Roland blankly, as if she didn't understand even half of the word in the long sentence.

Roland suddenly felt that this woman looked a bit like himself.

"I mean, who's sick."

With these words, Halida was relieved: "...Yes, he is my brother."

When not sick, her voice is surprisingly mature.

Like a stick swiping across the palm.

"Mr. Snow has excellent medical skills... Oh, that is to say, he doesn't usually disembowel people. But if you seek medical treatment from him, you have to spend money, understand? Money - do you have money?"

Roland gestured: "At least five shillings. Otherwise, there is no need to make an appointment."

Five shillings.

"I, I, saved up woof... woof me... I woof woof!!"

The sudden and continuous twitching made Halida collapse.

She tugged at the long, lush black hair, pulled hard, inhaled and exhaled continuously and quickly, trying to make the 'curse' end as soon as possible - she did this several times, and finally got a smooth neutral. He quickly said: "...I have money! Sir! I...I can pay!"

"It's not for me, it's for Edward Snow." Roland saw that she was really pitiful, and her ignorant and timid look gradually brought him back to the days in the workhouse——

But this Halida seems...

Yam Jones who didn't meet her.

"Come with me, Miss Halida - oh, you...I mean, you, will you be free later?"

He was about to take off his calf-length woolen coat and put it on her, but the woman shook her head and refused. Roland saw a corner filled with iron parts in the simple shed when he entered the station. Her 'coat'.

It was a men's blouse, with many holes already in it.

The two cuffs were black, and when they got closer, there was a smell of feces - she probably also knew that she couldn't talk to Edward Snow while wearing clothes full of feces smell.

Roland didn't change his expression and led her straight away from the station.

"I am a monk of the church and a...policeman. You can trust me. By the way, how did you find Mr. Snow?"

She seemed to have little understanding of the world—the outside world.

When Roland spoke to her, he would always stop and explain to her the meaning of a certain word in a certain sentence.

circus.

It's not an isolated place?

"I...woof!" She became more and more annoyed, hating that she finally met someone who was willing to talk to her, but this crazy and vicious curse happened at this time.

Roland was not in a hurry and listened slowly to what she said.

Halida.

She and her brother were adopted by Mr. Mason Lyle.

a year ago.

She held her infant brother in her arms and tossed on the sea.

a port.

A hawking.

She was spotted by Mason Lyle and bought her.

For a year, I wandered around various cities.

Due to her appearance and special 'curse', she was lucky enough to be chosen as the host of the opening stage of the circus.

This gave her something to eat, and also gave her infant brother a way to survive.

— although her brother also had to be in the act (the baby who never cried).

A simple and painful past.

"I…"

She was wrapped in a smelly smock and huddled under the seat of the carriage - yes, under the seat.

She didn't dare to touch the soft cushion, and just curled up on the wooden board stepped on by Roland's leather shoes.

Roland noticed that she had lost one of her shoes—or was only wearing one.

The light brown calves are bent and held in their arms.

She lowered her head, and her wildly growing eyebrows gave people a sense of primitive wildness, while the pale silver eyes under her eyebrows were full of anxiety and fear.

Her flesh and soul are contradictory.