The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 316 Ch.315 It’s all your fault

If you are a person who knows enough about perfumes, you should know that the "Fountain of Youth" has an irresistible crushing effect on the current perfumes in the world.

This will make the Fountain of Youth suddenly become a must-have for every gentleman and lady in London's upper class circles.

It will make a lot of money.

If mixed with holy water.

Then the executives will be rich.

wrench.

That's your plan, right?

"Always, always only buy holy water from the Inquisition."

"Then, some executives will benefit from this, and their relationship with you and the Fountain of Youth will be closer."

"As time goes on."

"If you have a bigger 'ideal', you can even give the big bat some shares, and 'reward' those executives who have sold holy water when paying dividends every year - believe me, as long as you work harder and bigger, there will be more Many executives surround you."

"They don't allow anyone to touch the interests of the Fountain of Youth, and they don't allow anyone to harm you—the next collaborator won't just buy holy water from the Inquisition."

"That's it, you will have more fans, and then-"

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Then his head was ripped off by Enid Judith.

"There is a necessary premise: the top leader is your relative, or your bastard."

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This is too ugly to hear.

"It's your relative, or your not-so-unpleasant licking dog."

Roland:......

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That Enid is my kin.

"Whatever, you know what I mean."

The young man who was talking to the flame in his eyes couldn't help laughing.

Licking, and dogs?

This word is too... vivid.

Dogs do seem to like to lick to express excitement and pleasure.

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How did you come up with the idea? Is it Miss Nina’s memory again?

"uh-huh."

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But not Enid.

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She's more like... than canine.

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A proud eagle?

"If you could tell me what happened in that empty space on that ward in Bristol, I'd admit she was the Eagle."

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Why do I have to admit it?

"Hey, what the hell is going on, I'm so curious."

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Not telling you.

"..."

"Then you can't block me for a while."

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It depends?

"Roland Collins!"

"Why do humans avoid other people after they have a mate?"

"Some actions are worth showing off."

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I don't know what behavior you are talking about.

"…You've grown up."

"It's not fun anymore."

"Roland."

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Um?

"Are you going to bite the back of her neck?"

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Sorry, bite...what? -

back…

The young man on the carriage was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembering the behavior of certain animals that he accidentally glimpsed...

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wrench.

The flames of the failed assault are a bit irritating.

"Tch, it looks like it's not a match yet."

Roland:......

Roland always feels weird about Wrench's endless inquiring into his privacy - it encourages him, guides him, and makes him become more...

how to say.

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Make me more of a beast?

Flame didn't deny it.

Maybe there is no secret between it and Roland at this point.

"It's wild, Roland."

"I'm trying to unleash the beast in you."

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There is probably only a rabbit wearing a top hat in my heart.

Roland thought while smiling and waving to the animals on the roadside.

"A rabbit with shark teeth?"

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The Inquisition is still in ruins.

At least from the outside, it doesn't give citizens 'hope' like a church.

Enid was still huddled in her office, and even though there was more Roland than before, she didn't seem to come out very often to interact with executives or anyone else—it was like a Batcave.

When Roland was allowed to enter, she was building a tower on her desk: using some baked cookies to form a cone-shaped tower.

"I thought you wouldn't come to see me until next month, Roland."

"Next month, I'll just get a transfer letter."

"I will never let you leave my side."

"We can always think of something to do together."

She lifted the blanket, revealing the indoor skirt with a light green branch pattern. The delicacy that had been hidden for many years was only shown to one person.

The woman's face was flushed, and she brushed her hair. Her lips, which were originally stretched into a straight thin line, were slightly raised due to the arrival of someone - just like the celebrating toes under her table, the 'old woman' also had A girl's heart.

"I made some cookies, Roland."

"I guess it was only after repeated practice that I came up with such a box of 'barely edible' ones. Then I carried them to the office and waited so long for my lover that I got bored and started building a spire with them."

Roland:......

"I guess I'm not late?"

Roland put down his cane as naturally as if he were coming home, took the tea cup from her, and kissed the back of her hand.

"Why didn't you come with your teammates?"

"Enid...?"

"I think she quite likes to pester you." The brown-haired and brown-eyed woman stared at Roland, not hiding the half-smile in her eyes: "I don't mind what happens between you and her, but you have to be prepared. Find a doctor."

Roland:......

"Xander and I just-"

"Just what?" Enid folded her arms, pressed on the table, and leaned towards Roland - her attentive expression was a bit like Rose who had just started to learn to write: "Just a 'friend' exchanging 'feelings'?"

Roland blinked and said nothing.

"I don't mind, I don't mind." She repeated it twice. After seeing through someone's pretended calm expression, a smile appeared in her raised eyes: "The surname "Kratov" deserves yours." Tear, perhaps, can also be more rough. "

"But I have to warn you."

"Some animals need to wear collars and be alert at all times."

She picked up a light yellow biscuit with rough patterns and fed it to Roland.

"Xander Kratof is unstable. She is different from her grandfather, Gary Kratof - she has better "qualifications"... No, I should say, before you, I have rarely seen anyone with such excellent talent. Ritualist. "

"You're trying to dance with a bomb."

Roland took a small bite of the biscuit.

Crispy buttery cookies.

"Who put this bomb next to me."

"It's me." Enid took back her hand, put the remaining half into her mouth, and sucked her fingers: "I just put the right person in the right position."

Xander Kratof and Fernandez Dwinson are both promising Ritualists.

They will be Roland's best subordinates.

"I don't mind", she really didn't mind - she even thought that maybe Roland's approach was the right one.

Some people have almost no control.

Unless you have a way to make them 'control' willingly.

Not only did she not mind, but she was a little...

pride?

Her...Roland is the best.

The Kratoff family madmen probably think so too.

Looking at Enid, who was in a daze, Roland imitated her and pressed her arms, slowly approaching...

"Enid."

"…Um?"

Perhaps the meditating woman in the firelight was too charming, which made a young man who was 'extremely active' after a blood transfusion murmur an embarrassing word that he absolutely, absolutely did not intend to say:

"Bite the back of the neck..."

Enid:?

Roland:......

The two of them fell silent in unison.

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It's all your fault! !