The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 212 Ch.211 Male and female thieves are escaping...

The first floor is still bustling.

The victorious boxer raised his arms to welcome the cheers of the crowd. Soon, the second set of duels will begin.

Roland pulled her downstairs and ran into the crowd.

There are drunkards waving beer glasses, some people playing poker around high-top tables, and in this smoke-filled place, dirty jokes are the least obscene words here.

"Roland?"

Rose didn't understand why they came down.

"Let me see."

"What?"

"Let me see," Roland held his cane and pointed towards the most crowded place: "What kind of skill is the best in London?"

Two new fighters took the stage.

The crowd began to roar again.

Rose took a step forward, hugged Roland's neck amidst the whistle, and lay down on her: "...What on earth do you want to do, pretty face."

Roland turned his face sideways and asked in a low voice: "Can't you steal things here? I just saw a few."

Rose let go of him, her green eyes rolling.

"There are rules, Roland. We have rules - at least the Xiang Gang will not touch the tavern here."

“Once discovered, hands will be gone from you.”

Roland bent his eyes, not avoiding her direct gaze: "But I just want to see what to do now."

Rose poked his waist with her index finger: "...Then you have to come with me. If you lose me, you will lose yourself."

Roland didn't even think about it and nodded immediately: "Deal."

"Sometimes I really don't know what you're thinking." Rose rolled her eyes and let go of him. "Follow me...take away the 'things' I gave you."

After turning around, Rose seemed to have turned into a fish in the deep sea.

She deftly maneuvered through the shaky ones, the drunken ones, and the snarling ones. She ran her slender fingers through each pocket, and then, with her backward hand, she kept handing Roland all kinds of things - coins, tobacco, scattered matches and tickets.

If it weren't for the flames burning in her eyes, Roland wouldn't even be able to detect her little movements.

"You are indeed the best handyman in London."

"Of course I am," she said triumphantly.

The cake lady during the theft was much more attractive than usual.

She didn't need Roland's reminder. From being urged and reluctant, it gradually became active and excited.

Her cheeks were red, as if she was indulged in her own happiness like the drunkards around her.

Roland had more and more things in his hands.

The girl in front is getting more and more colorful——

Just like some people crave the whip.

Lillian Rose Vansitat has her own way of communicating with the gods.

Only at this moment can she forget about her uneasy self that has no place to stay, and indulge in the edge of danger and madness.

At this time, she was no longer a puppet of the gang, and she did not have to consider the future of her sisters, whose mother was short of food and clothing, whose father was seriously ill and sought medical treatment, how the Elephant Gang should develop, and who was arrested and sent to prison - —

She could run and dance selfishly through this dishonorable act, turning her heart into a drum and dancing wildly with every pump.

Keep dancing towards death.

She couldn't stop, and she couldn't control herself from loving this dishonorable and immoral behavior.

Her character determines her future destiny: like a long steel wire, it tightens her tighter and tighter in this gray city until she is dripping with blood...

‘Then continue on the blood. ’

Roland chuckled.

He suddenly stood up, took the coin, held Rose's wrist, and pulled it.

The girl in front who was still unfinished looked back in surprise.

"That's not exciting enough, Rose."

"W-what-"

The girl didn't wait for an answer.

She was horrified to see the golden-eyed idiot holding up a bunch of coins, tickets, and even a few bunches of messy keys in his hand.

She heard him shout loudly, and even for a moment, it overwhelmed all the sounds in the venue.

"We are thieves-!"

He silenced the tavern.

In the silent tavern, he continued to yell the second sentence: "But the idiots here can't do anything to us, hahahaha!"

The next moment, a whiskey bottle with the bottom left flew towards him and Rose.

Click——

It smashed into the pillar next to it.

"catch him!!"

someone shouted.

"I'm going to chop his hands off!!"

The crowd dispersed with a roar.

No one wants to cause trouble.

The gangsters wearing felt hats pulled out knives from their waists and rushed towards Roland.

"We should run, Miss Thief. I hope you have practiced this lesson throughout your long career..." He picked up Rose's hand, turned around and ran away.

The target is the glass window that opens outward on the side wall of the tavern.

"To be honest, I would never jump out of a window higher than the first floor. It's all because gardeners these days are so lazy -"

Rose didn't understand what he was talking about at all. Mixed with the smell of alcohol and the sultry wind, the girl cursed and shouted: "You idiot!!"

Her answer was laughter blown back by the wind.

Then, a pair of hands held her waist.

Before she could even breathe, she was 'thrown' out of the window - she staggered a few steps on the grass outside the window. Before she could recover, she saw Roland holding the window with one hand and pulling out, picking up her wrist. He continued to run forward.

She raised her head and stumbled, looking at the black-haired owner beside her who had blended into the night - his golden eyes were more dazzling than the sun in the sky at this time.

The crisis approaching behind her told her where the excitement that made her body tremble came from.

But the hands that were too hot corrected: Not entirely.

He dragged her to run, and after ten seconds, she dragged him to run.

She used to be a thief by day, but now she is a robber by night.

She likes them all.

But I like tonight the most.

"Where are we going!" Rose yelled.

"I don't know either!" Roland replied.

"You are stupider than a donkey!" Rose yelled angrily.

"Why should it compare with me?" Roland disagreed.

Then Rose started laughing so hard that she couldn't run.

She dragged Roland into the alley, but unexpectedly it was a dead end.

The girl stopped, turned around, and took a step to the side to block Roland.

There was silver light passing between her slender fingers.

That's the blade.

The gangsters, who were chasing after each other while swearing, finally cornered the two bold thieves.

"You don't seem to know the consequences of provoking Morris Tavern, new guy."

The leading man swung the dagger several times, breathing heavily, with a ferocious expression: "I will chop off both of your hands... Oh, maybe, only the man's."

Rose wanted to curse back a few words to gain momentum, but a stick-like object was thrust into her hand.

It's Roland's cane.

"Look, if you block me, it means I block you."

He checked the black hair tied up on his back and walked towards the men with a smile.

…………

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"You never told me you were so powerful."

In another alley.

Rose leaned against the wall, panting.

A few minutes ago, she watched Roland punch one after another...

Let those gangsters get off work early.

Of course, it's compulsive.

Roland leaned against another wall, facing her: "Besides, I didn't tell you that I can breathe out fire and thunder, right?"

"Really? You...? You, you, you can-"

"Of course I can't."

Rose:......

"You're a lunatic." The girl scolded him. She exhaled a long and intense breath, but still couldn't control the jump in her voice: "... It would be great if we were partners!"

Roland was a little disgusted: "I have three pounds a week, but I still want to be a thief with you?"

Rose tilted her head: "Only three pounds?"

"...I could actually use another job, Rose."

"You're a clever guy who adapts to the changing circumstances."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds and laughed at the same time.

This night was so exciting.

"...I like this kind of life." She fiddled with the blade between her fingers and looked down at the toes of her shoes. "I am not greedy, and I am not interested in money and power. Roland, I have no interest in the fancy salons. I don’t want to waste my time talking nonsense with those ladies either.”

Rose's words were like cutting herself open.

Show it completely to one person.

This shameful confession made Rose even more afraid of being met with shameful words and looks.

"...Don't look at me like that, or I'll beat you up."

"It's a good thing I'm blind."

"...Roland!"

"Actually, you are just as greedy, Rose." Roland stood up straight and held the cane beside him: "It's just that your greed is different from that of most people..."

He turned his back to the girl and asked.

"You still..."

"Are you scared?"

The girl hiding in the shadows punched Roland's back: "I don't like your way of enlightening Mr. Crazy!" She said, but she laughed softly: "But I don't dislike being with you either. Let’s go crazy together…”

"Roland."

"Um?"

"If one day I need help, I mean, a lot of trouble..."

"I'm just a blind man. I want this 'busy' to be limited to what a blind person can do."

"Don't lie to me. You can see."

"I'm just a blind man who can see."

Rose was amused again.

"I won't ask what happened, Rose, unless you decide to tell me," said Roland. "We've been through a lot, from Fork to London, haven't we."

Rose gave a slight 'hmm'.

Night falls.

The footsteps faded away.

She looked at the back of the figure slowly leaving the alley, and whispered: "...stupid cat, stupid cat."

Then, he laughed inexplicably again.

She turned in the opposite direction and disappeared into the shadows.