The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 294 Ch.293 The Great Fortress

The sun was setting.

The horizon was still blurred by the golden-grey arc.

A gust of wind passed through the wilderness.

Swaying the hair of the two people.

Rose was frolicking in the wilderness like a bird out of a cage, chirping and asking many questions, but she didn't listen to Roland's explanation. She pulled down the grass, broke dead branches in the dense forest, and scooped up the water in the lake.

The dead world came to life in laughter.

"Is this the real sleeping world?"

The tired thief lay beside Roland, not even catching his breath: "Is it the world of the little candle? It belongs to you and it? Am I a guest? You said you built a house here, what is it like?"

"Wait a while and you will know."

Roland sat up.

"Wait a while?"

Rose also sat up, "How long? For whom?"

Roland pouted.

A shadow with long legs and long arms walked out of the woods, stepping on the moonlight.

Xander Kratov.

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Roland did build a house in the fairy ring - but to be honest, he is usually very busy and the mission is dangerous, so it is impossible for him to use all the "secrets" here.

So the house is more or less...

"I can recommend you some open courses, which may give you a more basic understanding of art." That's all Shandel could say.

She couldn't stop praising since she came in, and praised this dream as highly as Rose.

Until.

She saw the house that Roland "built".

——The expression was like looking at a fly landing on a jewel.

"I agree, Kratov, he really can't do this job..." Rose nodded non-stop.

She and Shandel didn't have any major conflicts, and it was not a matter of like or dislike.

Of course she knew that this woman had ideas about Roland...

Who didn't?

"You can play freely. As a 'guest', you have such power."

Roland opened the door of the stone house and greeted two more disgusted eyes.

"But I remind you - creating something out of nothing requires "secrets". If you suddenly encounter something the next day..."

Chandel and Rose rushed in like a gust of wind before he finished speaking.

Roland: ...

Chandel: I can't believe you put the mirror next to the fireplace.

Rose: He even built the kitchen next to the toilet.

Chandel: Isn't it enough for a man to have a place to live?

Rose: A place to live and a woman are enough.

Chandel: Why is the bed so big? And so delicate?

Rose: See what I said.

Chandel: Is this wall just stone? Has he never been to church?

Rose: I like the big whirlpool pattern.

Xander: We can consider it, but we have to discuss the overall style first.

Rose: If we build a bigger wardrobe... why not just build a big dressing room?

Xander: Many people do this, maybe we can make whatever clothes we like... It really works. Look, we can also build a staircase that doesn't need support.

Rose: If water can also...

Xander: You are smarter than I thought, Miss Vansittart.

Rose: You too, Kratov. I thought you only knew the cross.

The two girls teased each other a few words and smiled at each other.

Roland looked down at the little candle.

The little candle also looked at him.

"It seems that you don't need me? "

The snake head nodded a few times: 'Father, there is indeed something wrong with what you built.'

After saying that, without waiting for Roland's reply, it wagged its tail and went to find Cinder and Rose...

Roland: ...

You will sleep on the floor from now on.

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It is obvious that the two ladies have high standards.

After working for an hour, they could only build a room where 'people can stay', rest, drink tea, and chat.

Roland took a look and said that it was no different from what he had built before.

"It's probably the difference between wearing leaves and wearing a long skirt," Cinder took a sip of tea and found that it could really reproduce the 'taste' of the waking world. He couldn't help but curl his eyes: "The difference is not big, right?"

Roland spread his hands: "Since I told you this secret, the criticism will stop here, right?"

Cinder put the teacup on the table - a glass coffee table supported by a hair-thin pillar: "What do you call it?"

"What?"

"I mean, what you built."

"The fortress. "

Xindel opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Rose didn't care: "That's not nice, Roland."

Since the two of them entered this dream, it seemed as if a switch had been turned on. They were talking a lot, chattering endlessly like close friends for many years.

At first, Roland just wanted to use this place as a night base.

"What are your plans?"

Xindel suddenly asked a strange question.

Roland tilted his head: "Plans?"

"Many small sects... No, as far as I know, the Holy Cross does not have such power - the church does have dreams that exist in the sleep world, but it can't be said to have such control..."

"You have been to the Golden Island, so you should know the "rules" of the Golden Island."

"But until now, those who actually control the Golden Island don't know how to "really" modify the "rules" - they are just "temporary holders."

"Master a dream."

"Do you know what this means?"

Xindel tapped the rim of the porcelain cup.

Soon, under the gaze of the three people, it widened and became taller, turning into a small wooden barrel.

"On behalf of your 'guests', you can enjoy an absolutely safe, comfortable and free space for any communication... a safe haven."

"It's not limited by distance, it's not limited by the rules of the waking world."

"In this small group, we get together after dark to exchange and discuss knowledge..."

"We can even personally participate in creation and use our own fantasies, even if they don't conform to the rules of the waking world - this is amazing, isn't it?"

“The real appeal of mystery.”

"A dream that makes your fantasies come true."

Xander stared at Roland, as if he wanted to read something on his face: "How do you plan to use this dreamland, Roland? Or... the white gauze murderer?"

Rose stood up suddenly and touched her waist.

——But she forgot that she couldn't bring anything in.

She stood in front of Roland, staring warily at the unresponsive gray-haired girl, and condensed a short knife in her hand.

Xander narrowed his eyes: "The fact that I was invited here by Roland proves that I have known this secret for a long time... Lilian Rose Vansitat."

"Your friendship is really amazing," Roland smiled, pulled off Rose's sleeve, and turned to Xander: "I do want to establish a... secret society. With like-minded friends..."

Like-minded?

Xander fanned his eyelashes and held his chin, with an innocent look on his face: "This word is not very good. It reminds me of a cult organization like the Cradle of Flesh - they all say that..."

Roland also responded with a non-malicious 'naïve' response: "It's just an insignificant organization or sect that helps each other..."

"… Xander, are you participating?"

Xander didn't answer in a hurry. He glanced at the curly-haired girl with a serious and guarded expression, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Roland Collins.

and…

His hound.

"I have no interest in exchanging knowledge, Roland." She said slowly: "There are too many secret gatherings, and there are too many unconventional ritual practitioners. I come from a church, and there is no shortage of things they desire."

Xander looked at Roland as if he was looking for the needle in the sea.

"But I'm very interested in the white gauze killer."

"Interested in an executive who breeds alien species..."

she says.

"But you obviously haven't figured out what you want yet."