The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 282 Ch.281 Shopping and Golden Scale

Roland closed the diary and gently rubbed the old cover.

‘What has happened will happen again in the future. ’

Miss Nina once said this.

Roland didn't understand it at the time.

"What are you thinking about, Roland?"

On the carriage ride back, Xander propped up his arms and looked at the street, which seemed to be no different from usual - except that most people were covered in black silk.

"I'm thinking, a year ago, if someone had told me that there was a person who would take a carriage wherever he went, I would have laughed at that person's 'delicacy'."

Roland patted the diary on his lap.

"But now, that's who I am."

Xander didn't look back: "Enjoy what you have, Roland."

"I've already done this...how are you going to deal with it?"

"What?"

Roland pointed to the cross beside her seat.

Xander flicked the old metal and spoke briskly: "The sacrifice of the executive cannot be in vain, Roland, and Mr. Ram Fiennes cannot sacrifice in vain. How should a family that has lost a man spend the next days?"

"Besides, we were not the only ones to see that golden flame..."

Xander smiled and said: "Repentant executive, this is a good story, right? Maybe you can get a lot of money from the church..."

When she said this, she suddenly became interested. She crossed her legs and leaned towards Roland:

"When the time comes, I'll all buy cigars for you, okay?"

Xander always liked to look at Roland from bottom to top when talking, with her big, pure and clear eyes.

This posture always... brings out a strange emotion in people.

"Let you."

"It has nothing to do with anyone else."

"I heard... they were all made by girls rubbing them on their thighs?" Xander became interested and talked about something unfamiliar to him: "Is it true?"

"The workers in the cigarette factory hope so too." Roland took out a hard leather case from his inner pocket and took one out to Xander.

"That way, they can probably work twenty hours a day."

"I mean, the one responsible for the rubbing."

Xander gave Roland an angry look, took the cigar, and held it upright to look at.

"Too rough Roland."

Roland:......

Mr. Roland Collins, who had just glimpsed the door, could already feel that something was wrong in his words.

"If you had a longer pause, this could be said on the street."

"Why?" Xander fanned his eyelashes, as if he really didn't understand what Roland meant.

She shook the cigar in her hand.

"Isn't this rough?"

“For a cigar, this is indeed a larger ring diameter model.”

Xander said "Oh", put the cigar in his mouth and puffed his cheeks: "Is this how you smoke it?"

She held the cigar in her small hands, pursed her lips vigorously, and seemed to be really curious about the 'taste'. As Roland watched, she licked the cap.

Roland:......

"This woman who is so evil did it on purpose."

"You have to cut off your head first."

Xander handed the cigar she had dipped into Roland again, winking, and it was obvious what she was implying.

"We're in the car, Xander."

Smoking a cigar in a confined space, even with the windows open, is disrespectful to other people.

"I like smelling it, Roland."

She begged softly, urging again and again.

then.

Roland bit off the cap of the eggplant, took out a long match from the hard leather case, scratched the back of the leather case, held it in his mouth, lowered his head and inhaled it.

"I see a lot of people using large lighters."

"Me too before." Roland mumbled back, tilting his head and facing the window: "...I used special wooden strips at first, which seemed extremely expensive. But guess what? In the end, I only needed matches. Scrawled in the flames and smoked - "

“The more convenient the better.”

Xander didn't answer.

She cupped her face and stared at the profile in the smoke.

Look at his flowing black hair passing through his amber eyes.

Look at how focused he is, and after exhaling the smoke, he tells himself what he understands.

She likes Roland like this.

"How about we go for a walk?"

"Where to go?"

"everywhere."

"Many people died in the city, Xander."

"This doesn't delay anything, Roland. Do orphans who have lost their parents suffer from terminal diseases?"

"I like her metaphor."

Roland opened the curtains and stopped the carriage a few minutes later - on one of the busiest streets in Bristol.

‘Prosperity’ is a relative term.

This place mainly caters to foreigners, selling special products from the local area or from overseas: such as specially 'dressed' expensive fishing rods, clothing from other countries, live animals, little-known books from other countries, black people, etc.

Just like Xander said.

There had been such a disaster in Bristol and the street was more crowded than usual.

More lively.

Some ritualists were mixed in among them, and Roland and Xander could recognize them at a glance - for example, although the woman was wearing a floral dress that was in line with the current season and fashion, she had several finger bones hanging on her waist.

Ritualist of the Circle of Eternal Silence.

There are also those who simply don’t change into teaching uniforms, wearing bright yellow cloaks with ivory patterns outlining a long scale.

"The ritualist of the Golden Scale, Roland. The 'enforcer' of the Just Church, equivalent to the Tribunal to the Holy Cross. However, these people are much meaner than us."

Roland is unfamiliar with this sect.

"A group of people who spend their time minding other people's business." She said: "If you see someone doing unfair things but claiming to be absolutely impartial - that's them."

"You don't seem to like these people very much?"

"Law enforcers don't like them." Xander said: "Inspection Bureau, Inquisition and Scotland Yard, no one likes who interferes in their work...especially when they come uninvited every time in the name of assisting you. Control the whole thing.”

Golden Libra…

Roland's only impression of this organization was the previous interrogation.

That James.

"Who gave them the power?" Roland thought of the answer as soon as he asked.

Who else could it be?

gods.

The law does not allow a bailiff to burn a sinner alive.

The same goes for Golden Libra.

Xander spent five pennies and bought a bunch of hand-painted balloons of different colors from a shop on the roadside - the Balloon Festival, which is definitely a 'specialty' of Bristol.

"You know what's the most interesting thing? They will even discuss the issue of 'time' and 'price' with the prostitutes - "Secret Volume" relies on greed to climb up, but you know what, the mysterious world knows who is really greedy. "

"The ritualist of the "Libra" path. "

“Not a lot of people want to work with these guys.”

"Whenever you trade or distribute wealth, you will always find that they gain the most - and these people can definitely convince you with their own reasons."

Xander looked at the shelves of a store and paused.

A store selling women's goods.

Two Justice Church ladies were commenting over a box.

Xander thought about it, hesitated for a few seconds, and then gave up.

"You like that box?"

Roland followed her gaze and looked over.

On the glass shelf, only that box is the most beautiful.

On a black background, there are some irregular thin fragments stuck on the dead leaf color paint, which shine under the light.

"Rather than liking me, I don't want to be with these people -"

Roland became playful, grabbed her wrist, and led her into the store.