The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 306 Ch.305 Woman and Snake

The area of ​​the monastery is the largest among the three series of Holy Cross.

so.

A snake is lost.

Footsteps passed by silently like ghosts. These cloaked nuns did not notice the white shadows passing by the corner.

In order to avoid the nuns walking around, she got into a long and narrow pipe that she didn't know where.

There were many brown and red floating objects in the water, and there were needles, blades, even soaked fingers and organs that were hard to identify everywhere.

'I'm getting stinky, father. ’

The tearful Miss Candle just swam while cursing herself for being a stupid snake.

'I should have stayed where I was...'

Odors from liquids and solids accumulate in the long, thin pipes.

She swam upstream against the wave coming toward her.

‘Brave candle! ’

‘A candle that is not afraid of difficulties! ’

'I'm going to stink my father to death...'

The Snake of Despair was moving - this pipe was so long that it was despairing. She didn't know how long she had been swimming in the debris.

Until a beam of gray-white cold light hit the gap in front, shining down from the opening.

'Is this the kingdom of heaven that my father said...'

She raised her head as hard as she could and gathered strength. When she was about to reach the gap, she tensed her body and jumped up!

Hit something.

She heard a short cry, but it didn't last long.

Then, there was a sound of doubt.

She was caught by a slender hand and lifted out of the residue and dripping liquid.

'Live, I live...'

Two red bean-like eyes met a pair of familiar eyes:

Brilliant gold.

That is…

'Father! Father's eyes! ’

She struggled a few times, but under the caress of her hands, it softened into a precious little white leather rope that could swallow up dreams.

She was gently placed by the owner of the pool. He watched her turn on the faucet, and while he was washing her, he gently scraped her scales with his fingertips...

The massage was so comfortable!

"Soon, it won't be dirty anymore."

The voice sounded like that of a young woman, without waves and unusually calm.

"But I am not your father."

Little Candle spat out the snake letter and observed this 'human being' through his fingers: 'Don't I still know that you are not my father? What a fool...eh? ’

‘Someone other than my father! ’

‘Talked to Little Candle! ’

The owner of the hand paused: "...small candle?"

Sure enough, she could understand.

Little Candle balled up into a snake ball with some fear, fearing that she would be 'poisoned' - knowing that she could speak meant...

I know she is a different species.

"It's hard to wash when it's bunched up, little candle." The voice above her head was extremely gentle, and in order to comfort her, she even hummed an intermittent song in a low voice.

The water washed over each white snake scale and flowed into the sewage bucket.

She applied some dry powder-like white medicine on the scales and scratched them with her fingers.

The bad smell and filth bubbled up and were washed away by the clean water.

"alright."

She wiped the candle dry with her own cloth.

"You are beautiful now."

The small candle made no sound and was still bunched up.

There were footsteps.

Outside the door.

"Miss?"

He sounded quite young and dignified.

"Miss?"

It seemed that his patience had been exhausted after two calls, and there was a hint of nervousness in the voice that sounded again: "Miss Erendira?"

Little Candle felt that the hand touching her suddenly became much stiffer.

"I'll come out."

However, this failed to stop the outsiders.

They heard the keys clinking together.

"Shhh."

The "snake ball" was picked up and poured into the collar, then a finger was inserted and stuffed inside.

The next moment, the door was unscrewed.

A square-faced nun wearing a headscarf pushed open the door and entered, her small eyes scanning the bathroom warily.

"Hannah?"

The nun named Hannah ignored her and looked in the iron bathtub, through the small door, and in front of the sink. There were vases with fresh roses, candles and candlesticks, incense sticks and wooden latticework with carved patterns. Look inside——

She checked it many times but forgot what was in front of her.

"I'm thinking about you, miss. You know...it's very dangerous."

"Well..." Erendira still looked considerate and gentle - with Hannah's eyes, she could finally see the girl's face clearly.

She was about seventeen or eighteen, or fifteen or sixteen.

In short, her gentle and pleasant behavior made her look mature, but her beautiful face and shining golden eyes made her look like she was fifteen or sixteen years old.

The most eye-catching thing, apart from her dazzling soft financial eyes, is her long and beautiful hair, which has been kissed by the poet for many years and is like a waterfall composed of mellow wine - they are as smooth as satin. Sliding over the shoulders, the sides of the cheeks were slightly curled, holding her face playfully.

This is not a gem that is buried deep in the ground and unearthed by people over time.

It seemed that she had been like this from the beginning, and after her stunning beauty when she came into the world, she never disappointed again.

The poet should write about it, then read it out, and then let her touch his blood and believe in his sincere warmth.

But the poet cannot see her.

"I am a bit tired."

She had no expression when she spoke, and there was very little emotion in those beautiful eyes.

Hannah was already used to it.

She knelt down in front of Erendira neatly, took her hand, and checked every finger and nail, wrist, and forearm.

She checked the splashes of water on her soft indoor skirt, and wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch her long hair two inches away from the wine color, and stroked it with her palm.

"You are so beautiful."

The old nun sighed.

"Hannah, also beautiful."

She said dryly, and then straightened her waist with difficulty, and pulled Hannah's thick and thick palm: "Hannah, take care of me every day, so she is as beautiful as me."

The old nun smiled and lowered her head to avoid the innocent and sincere gaze.

She sighed in her heart, swept her arm across the empty skirt, stood up, and went behind Erendira.

Behind the wheelchair.

Holding the handrail.

"I'll take you to the house, okay?" Her voice softened.

"Okay."

Erendira was ready, with her hands on her chest, soothing the other little heart that rose and fell with her heartbeat.

‘It will be safe in a moment.’

The voice was drowned in the creaking sound of the axle.

This room is very big.

So big that you need a certain amount of physical strength to live here.

Hannah parked the wheelchair in the bedroom, asked Erendira again, and after getting the answer that she wanted to read a book, she poured tea for her and moved the cakes, tableware, tablecloths and hand mirrors to their places.

The closest thing to her was a copper bell.

“If you need me.”

Hannah finished her greeting and bowed to leave the room.

It was only then that a small snake head popped out from the chest.

“Safe, little candle.”

The golden eyes stared straight into the red snake eyes.

Calm, indifferent.

That was not the look of looking at an alien.

Even, Little Candle felt that without mentioning the alien, it was hard to say whether she knew what was so scary about snakes.

After a while, she pinched a small piece of cake.

“Eat, little shortbread?”

The soft little square cake was pinched and sent to the snake’s mouth.