The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 292 Ch.291 Poet (Thanks to Ma Ta Blue Wind Alliance Leader)

The Inquisition has no mission in Bristol and can leave early - although various sects are sending people to Bristol.

But they don't have to join in the fun.

"Can you, Fernandez?"

The man was too lazy to pay attention to the golden-eyed man... Fernandez didn't want to describe Roland in a bad way, but he really didn't do much in the past two days.

For example, I spent all day in his ward asking for help.

Ask him if he wants to eat apples.

Fernandez said to eat, and then Roland washed him.

After washing, cut into pieces.

Chat with him while cutting.

While chatting, I ate all the food.

Fernandez: ...

He now has some doubts as to whether it was Xander Kratof who led Roland astray, or whether the two of them were originally a 'strong alliance'...

Lord Enid asked him to be the captain. Did she overestimate his ability?

In short, Fernandez had the idea of ​​​​recovering and getting up early to kill Roland, but he was able to sit up from the bed quickly, turn over, and then walk a few steps on the ground with someone's support.

And when Enid decided to leave Bristol by train, he was already chasing Roland around the wards on crutches.

A lame man with weak legs and feet, a blind man who cannot see.

The Inquisition is pure genius.

They were escorted to the station by Holy Crossers and took the first train out of Bristol in the afternoon.

The next morning, Roland returned to a familiar place.

The city of London is still the same.

Cold, damp and foggy.

Recently, the Fernandez team will be taking a vacation - the captain is recuperating from injury, while Xander Kratov and Roland Collins are preparing for their ring promotion ceremony.

Roland is still one step away.

"Why not go to Golden Island?"

After sending Fernandez off, there were only two people left in the carriage.

"As long as you have enough secrets, knowledge or money, the Island of No Lies can definitely meet your requirements."

Roland said he had been there, but there was a slight problem.

Xander looked suspicious: "You won't kill anyone, right? You wouldn't do that on Golden Island...right?"

Roland shook his head and did not answer the question: "I have always had a question, Xander. Do ritualists trade rare items on the Golden Island?"

Xander: "Of course?"

"How to do it?"

You must know that the ritualist can bring things out of the dream, but cannot bring things in - in other words, the Island of Lies can trade 'intangible' things such as knowledge and rituals, but cannot actually exchange 'tangible' things. .

Such as rare objects and ritual materials.

"That place is just a mask salon, Roland. A smart person will find a suitable organization to join - a safe and secure temporary organization that is convenient for his own transactions."

She held her chin and looked out the window.

"But there is no 'absolute safety' in this world. If you are afraid, the ritualist does not need to go to the Golden Island at all."

Xander said.

In fact, ritual practitioners rarely do this kind of thing among themselves, unless the benefits are big enough to make people take risks - otherwise, in most cases, everyone still maintains relative 'friendliness' and 'respectability'.

Forget about Golden Island, a dreamland with masks and a black lake where no one knows each other's identities.

But the waking world is different.

You don't know the trader's background or what's hiding under his cloak.

It is very irrational behavior to rashly make enemies.

"Unless someone can hide themselves perfectly and leave no trace."

He glanced at Roland.

"For example, the white gauze murderer..."

The notorious murderer of Sir Chloe seemed to have really disappeared - the detectives of the Supervisory Bureau could not find any clues, and even the consultant (superior police detective) involved in the investigation was helpless.

"But he has to be careful."

"Once you are targeted by Gao Huan, you will never be able to run away... He should have seen it before, in Bristol."

Roland lowered his head and rubbed the cold scales on his wrist: "So."

Xander: "So..."

The slender creature came to life from Roland's wrist and slid silently over his leg, the car seat and the other leg.

Climbed up her forearm.

Xander looked at the small candle and then at Roland.

Then his fangs pierced his wrist.

Two shallow teeth marks were left.

"Go to bed early tonight, Xander." Roland smiled at her, opened the curtains, and rang the car bell: "I'll see you in my dreams."

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…

There were not many customers in the pharmacy in the early morning.

The door was closed, and the windows on both sides were cracked open.

Roland was carrying large and small bags, and when he passed by, he could still hear the singing in the house that was not on tune.

-

Uncle is fat again.

Roland squinted like a thief, and through the crack he saw him sweeping the floor with his butt sticking out, singing while sweeping, and from time to time he pinched a French fries from the oil paper and stuffed it into his mouth...

Roland stared at him from the window as he sang the entire song, put down the broom, and picked up the torn-off book of poetry on the medicine cabinet.

"Ah! My Jones!"

Roland:......

wrench:……

The loud and sad voice is like a warrior who is dying but still retains his lover in a stage play.

"I shouldn't wake up now."

-

I shouldn't come back now.

"My Jones! How I want to call your name, softly, kindly, silently between my lips..."

Roland:......

"I am impatient and stingy, but I am generous and gentle to you!"

"I'm like a desert rose."

"I'm waiting for the rain..."

"But I'm too timid to open my mouth..."

"I don't dare yet."

Roland suppressed his laughter and felt his cheeks gradually inflating like a balloon.

The people in the room seemed a little dissatisfied with the sound of their voices. They coughed a few times and then repeated the sentence, repeatedly adjusting the tone and every ups and downs of their voices.

"My James Jones!"

"Beautiful eyes! Water waves in the eyes! Love in the water waves!"

"If you don't knock on the door to interrupt him, I will die with you."

Roland carried a few luggages in one hand, and with the other hand free, he pressed down his sore cheeks and pinched them into a duck's mouth.

-

To be honest, my uncle read it very well.

"Compared with whom?"

"The horse in front of the car that just brought you back?"

Knock knock.

The art in the room came to a screeching halt.

"uncle."

Roland shouted: "I'm back."

He heard the squeaking of tables and chairs, the clinking of bottles and drawers.

Ping ping ping pong.

Finally, there are footsteps approaching from far away.

soon.

The door was opened.

Old Collins was in better spirits than before Roland left London - he could still pretend to observe Roland's expression nonchalantly, trying to tell from his face whether he had revealed his secret just now.

"What's wrong uncle?"

"You," Old Collins scratched his head and took several boxes in his hand, "I mean, you weren't walking around?"

"Where to turn?"

"around."

"Around where?"

Old Collins glanced at him and said nothing.

Take off your shoes and coat, take off your hat.

There was a fire in the house.

As soon as the old poet turned around after putting away several boxes, he saw someone closing his eyes and opening his arms, smiling broadly.

"What?"

"A homecoming hug, uncle. I'm back alive."

Old Collins would not express his feelings in such a 'disgraceful' way, but he was indeed worried about Roland.

I wanted to ask him what he had been through, whether he was in danger these days, and whether he was injured - but when he looked at his open arms, the words he spoke changed.

"I accidentally cut off my arm while cutting medicine recently."

Roland pouted.

"Okay, what danger could you be in? You didn't lose your hands or feet. Why do you want me to comfort you?" He walked over, gave Roland a slap on the back of his head, swept his eyes up and down, and spoke softly. Fen: "...the store has been doing good business recently, what would you like to eat for lunch?"

Roland rubbed the corners of his eyes with an incomprehensible expression: "I originally wanted to...eat beef pie, uncle."

Old Collins was about to say yes, but he heard another sentence:

"But I was too timid to open my mouth."

Collins Sr.:…

It's all fucking over.