The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 305 Ch.304 Because it’s cool like this

Xander was waiting outside the stone gate.

It seemed like I never left from beginning to end.

She held the oil lamp in both hands, her arms hanging in front of her. When Roland pushed open the door and walked out, an incomprehensible smile broke out on his face - thinner than a smile, thicker than a smile of relief.

The nun holding the key was gone.

She was the only one left.

"A true gentleman would not question a lady who has been waiting outside the door alone for forty minutes after meeting her for news about other women."

Roland looked at her quietly.

That perfect face is like a mask that cannot be removed, making people know it is fake but there is nothing they can do about it.

"Are you in danger?" Xander flipped up his hair, went to Roland, and wiped his forehead and the tip of his nose: "I see you're sweating a lot."

"Helen Menzie is very dangerous."

"Oh, really, I forgot to tell you that she is a ritualist. Although she is "sealed", she can still control a certain amount of "secrets" to a limited extent..." Xiandel looked calm and seemed to be saying, 'What did you eat yesterday? ’ Same, looked at him again: “You look good. "

Roland said nothing and allowed her to touch his chin and cheek, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat.

"...You and Rose should be able to talk, Xander."

Handkerchief for a while.

"What?"

"She prefers 'adventure' and 'thrills' - maybe you can ask her next time." Roland's eyes were dark: "You will be a good partner." "

Xander clenched his handkerchief and retracted his hand.

"That Vansitat?" Miss Library's face was full of reluctance. "At least spend some money and find a teacher who has really read good books to teach her etiquette - I remember you made a lot of money."

"Rose just keeps looking the way she likes."

Xian Del didn't know whether to respond or not. He sniffed the handkerchief, suddenly raised his head and asked, "What about me?"

"What?" Roland was stunned.

"I mean, I also stay...like this?"

At this time, Roland also saw the girl's face clearly in the firelight.

She was also sweating.

There were a few small dewdrops hanging on the tip of my nose.

There were waves in the quiet lake, but the breathing was as silent and restrained as when the platycodon bloomed.

She seemed to have gone through a long and fierce battle, and a thin layer of hair needle dew grew on her long and thin milk neck. If she took a more rude and obscene deep breath, she could smell a different smell than usual.

Roland thought so.

That’s really what happened.

The gray-haired girl's face instantly transitioned from winter to summer, from the intense midday sun to the lazy sunset.

She tightened the light ring in her hand, as if she was startled by Roland's sudden 'puppy' behavior. Her eyes were watery, and she staggered back half a step: "Roland!"

She yelled, understanding what Roland was smelling.

"You are really..."

"Why else do humans have noses?"

"That's not why you do such obscene things to ladies." Xander rolled her eyes at him and straightened her tightly buttoned collar, even though she was also sweating a lot.

"Seriously, if you believe me, I have a way to be a lot cooler."

"Roland..."

"look."

"Roland!"

Still didn't stop.

This golden-eyed bastard lifted up her skirt in front of him, fanning the layers of fabric like a bird flapping its wings...

It trembled and there were gusts of wind howling.

Xander:…

She was suddenly glad that Roland was not a woman, otherwise, his life would definitely be a disaster...

Oneself, or someone else’s.

"This is much cooler, Xander, you can try it too."

The always decent library girl wanted to curse for the first time.

try what?

in front of you?

Let the wind flow in...

"It's time for us to go, Miss Bird." Since getting to know Roland, Xander rarely laments who he brings trouble to - if he is with a lion, there is no need for the hyena to say that he eats meat.

Xander thought about it and watched the 'bird' flap its 'wings' and jump outside...

"Don't worry, I'll just walk wherever there are people... It's rare for me to wear a skirt, so let me keep this unique experience."

Zander says you can wear it at home every day if you like.

"I can't say I like it, but it's really cool now. Xander, why don't ladies do this? If you still have to wear heavy, airtight long skirts in summer, this is a good idea..."

Do you think women are fools?

Xander laughed angrily: "Don't we know the word 'cool'?"

Except for those wearing bustles, women in soft skirts usually do this a few times when no one is around - just a few quick and short shakes, in some corners, away from the crowd.

Because it's too shameful.

The movement is not decent, and the smell brought by the wind is not decent either.

No one knows whether they will be ‘refreshing’ after a long period of socializing.

"...Look if I pick it up and fan it upwards, does it look like a fan-"

Xander quickened his steps, caught up with the dishonest golden-eyed bird, and forcefully told him to calm down and abide by the rules he should abide by - at least don't slap his skirt.

She rarely gets tired.

But today is the case of ‘rarely’.

"I also met a girl in that cell, but she seemed to be dead." After a while of commotion, when they reached the corridor with people, Roland also restrained his wings, straightened his waist and abdomen, and his shoulders did not shake when walking, and he became gentle. Polite: "...like a doll."

he whispered.

"The woman's eyes were black."

Xander whispered back: "...the girl who once served me, her name is Mary."

Mary…

Mary again?

The same name as the woman they met at the door when they arrived?

"So, why did the one who served you die in Helen Menzie's cell and become her puppet?"

Xander said that she was just curious about who was in the cell and asked Mary to take a look...

"Unexpectedly, she never came out again..."

When the girl said this, she nodded sadly with her fingers on her forehead, chest and shoulders, "May her soul not be hurt and enjoy peace and glory in heaven forever..."

Roland:......

As time went by, Roland gradually learned how to communicate with Xander - for example, he did not ask where the nun with the brass ring key was.

Two hundred scars.

Can you still live like this?

"Helen Menzie is about to be executed. I don't think she can hold on for long." Xander prayed a few words for the dead maid, then left her behind and talked about the women in the cell: "Originally they I want to get some secrets out of her."

"Obviously impossible." Roland thought of Helen Menzie, who was pierced by countless spears and could still talk to him about sects for a long time, "unless she wants to."

Roland didn't ask Xander if he had been imprisoned here before. Everyone has secrets.

"I'm curious as to what kind of sect she founded."

A sect founded by such a man...

What will it be like?

Roland subconsciously rubbed his wrist.

wrist…

Um?

Is there something missing——

∑(°口°)~! !

Little candle! !

What if I have such a long little candle? !