The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 312 Ch.311 Home

"Hope" is a god who can fall at any time.

It rarely answers the prayers of the helpless, and retreats immediately, leaving regret and pain in its wake.

But there is always something crazy, always for the unpopular and extraordinarily lucky maggot...

Provide a coin.

A coin that can buy miracles in this era of haze and dust.

Maybe the spirit named "Hope" will finally sleep forever.

But we won't.

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"The Winged One."

The word settled on Rose's throat like ice from the snow that had accumulated all night.

"...For the first time, I discovered that you are not completely devoid of artistic talent." Xander picked up the teacup and quietly studied the mist rising in front of his eyes.

"You have a lot of misunderstandings about me." Roland smiled.

"You obviously stole it, right?"

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Thanks.

"You call this plagiarism."

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But I can’t tell them that it was the talking voice in my head that gave me the advice, or they’ll be considered crazy.

"...Do you think you are a good person in their eyes?"

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So, thank you?

"It's said that your distant aunt wrote to you with suggestions."

Roland:......

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Why are you so insistent on this?

"Because it's not you who was plagiarized."

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I can also give you some good ideas for you to copy.

"You really have the nerve to say that."

Xander and Rose obviously liked this name, and they were somewhat impressed by Roland - mainly Xander.

In fact, Rose is not much better than Roland in this aspect.

"Winged ones, I like them."

Xander shook the tea cup: "The one with wings on its back."

"Or the web weaver," Roland said in a gentle voice, "That's not the spider's fault, right?"

Just like it's not the blind person's fault to be blind, it's not Beatrice's fault to be stupid.

"Then the Christian name is also the Winged One?"

Facing Xander's inquiry, Roland pursed his lips, and his throat made a machine-like low sound that resonated with his brain.

After seeking help from someone who had been plagiarized once and no longer wanted to be plagiarized a second time, Roland came up with his own original idea:

"Triangle of Hope, how about it."

Xander:…

Rose:......

Miss Snitch clicked her tongue, with disdain on her face: "If this name doesn't imitate 'Holy Cross', I'll cut off your hair and give it to you."

"Vansitat, pay attention to your wording." Xander reminded, then looked at Roland helplessly: "It seems that the course money has been completely saved."

The religious sect must not be called the ‘Triangle of Hope’ or the ‘Quadrilateral of Redemption’.

Xander really couldn't say anything.

She thought for a moment and gave her own suggestion: "Winged Ones, or - Tea Party?"

She knocked on the three-layer cake tower on the table, with a dazzling array of fruits and various exquisite pastries.

"Monster Tea Party."

Rose's eyes lit up: "I like this name! 'Afternoon tea' at night, the shadows of claws on the wall reflected by the bonfire, a gathering of monsters! Maybe it can scare someone, what about Roland, isn't it great? ?”

Roland: "It's not like you came up with it."

Rose: "You didn't think of it either."

Roland: "I also thought of a 'winged one'."

Rose: "I can think of it too, but I'm in charge of the food."

Roland: "Then think about it now."

Xander:…

These two people also said that there should not be too many members, so as to avoid endless noise and quarrels at night.

The two of them had enough bickering.

Xander didn't understand why they always got into arguments over weird things.

"——I don't want to think about it now, because Kratof has already said something that satisfies me!"

Roland pouted: "You can't think of anything worthy of praise."

The female snitch tried to show that she was somewhat 'talented' by glaring and puffing up her chest: "I, I just need to use my brain a little bit - hey, Little Candle is still named after me!"

She finally caught the 'proof', pinched a piece of bacon and hung it in the air.

"Little candle, little candle, happy with your name, right?"

The white snake on someone's shoulder looked up at the bacon, then turned back silently.

Rose:......

Xander:…

"Look." Roland suppressed a smile: "Maybe she doesn't like it, but she just can't tell you."

Rose didn't believe it.

She barked a few times, and when the snake ignored her, she became a little angry: "I often feed you!"

Roland tilted his head: "Don't you like this name? Little Candle?"

The snake hissed several times.

‘I like it since my father started it. ’

"Rose has fed you many times."

‘She didn’t buy it. ’

"…you're right."

Green eyes started to burn: "What did she say?! Roland! What did she say?"

Roland didn't really want to hit this young lady again.

"She said she quite liked it..."

"You can't lie to me."

"Really, I'm sincere."

"If you want to be sincere, I'll cut off your hair——"

Where did you learn the dirty talk?

Especially this kind of strange and dirty words that even though the other party has lied, they must hurt themselves.

Xander silently picked up the tea cup and enjoyed a moment of 'peace'...

She has a family now.

A real home.

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Since Fernandez was seriously injured, Roland and Cinder's vacation might be extended to spring.

This is a good thing.

Because the salary is still paid.

Instead, Rose is busy.

She, Roland, and Taylor's shop are ready - the location is the busiest cross street, a two-story old house with a large area. After Taylor bought it, he hired someone to clean and tidy it up.

Next, it's Roland's job.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Aging and maturation."

The balcony on the second floor of Collins's pharmacy.

Two idle people leaned on the railing and looked at the big ants passing by on the street.

"What, what?"

"Aging and maturation." Roland yawned.

After the perfume is mixed, it needs to be left for days, weeks, or even months to mature - so that different fragrances can be mixed and coordinated to produce a more complex and comprehensive smell.

After this step is completed, it can be diluted and screened and officially bottled.

"Wait a little longer. It will be quick, Rose."

He said.

"…What is that woman doing recently?"

"Upgrading the ring."

Rose was surprised: "She already wants the second ring?"

"Xindel is very talented."

"If I were as rich as her, I would also be 'very talented'."

Roland turned his head to look at the girl next to him.

She still had short curly hair that didn't reach her chin, and her green eyes narrowed slightly in the wind.

"You are also very rich now, Rose."

Rose didn't say anything.

It wasn't until she became a ritualist that she really understood what the "ring" meant, and knew that wealth could not add to a person's innate "qualification" - she could feel the "coldness" in her soul, and she knew that something was slowly passing away from her heart and soul...

Or being ignited by a fire.

She stared at the flames, paying attention to its burning, but she couldn't change the intensity of the flames in the slightest.

It burned steadily, evenly, and slowly.

When her soul felt "warm", perhaps, it was time for the next ring...

How long would it take?

Will Roland get farther and farther away from her?

"You're going to upgrade your ring, too, right?"