The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 354 Ch.353 Full of flaws

Bang——

The string was hooked by the index finger, pulled into a long bow and then released.

The low humming bumped around in the guitar case.

The room was dominated by wine red and ivory yellow, and a leopard skin rug was draped over a low table with amber inlays.

Some glass wine glasses and pots, half a bottle of whiskey.

Octagonal cone-legged low table, ivory and wine red wallpaper.

Although every citizen living in London will tell you: home decoration is up to people, but if you can cover the table with leopard skin, no one will use cheap woven fabric.

The fireplace in this room is made of granite, and the carved black cast iron door.

Some ferns.

The chandelier that never changes.

A supporter of classics.

The owner of money.

Louis Hyman's room - his independent residence, his own room in the Elite Art Association.

The one who was surprised today was not Roland who had taken a few lessons, but Miss Cake who followed him out of curiosity after a busy day. She was indeed dressed like a cake today, and she couldn't even sit on a chair with a backrest.

"Is this the piano you learned...what piano?"

The bob-haired girl held the wooden box and swept her fingers on the six thick and thin strings a few times, making a noisy noise.

"Actually, Louis suggested that I learn the piano." After a break, Roland leaned back into the curve of the single sofa and yawned: "But I'm blind, how can I have the time to identify the black and white keys one by one."

"I think you're just lazy, Mr. Collins. You've been lazy recently. Since the preparation of the "Fountain of Youth", it's all Randolph and I who have been busy..."

Rose stared with green eyes, and her slightly upturned nose twitched. She always felt that there was a stale and rotten smell in this room.

Or musty.

"I'm the most important link, Miss Vansittart. Without me, there would be no "Fountain of Youth". "Roland lazily held his head, a strand of black hair hung from his face, staring silently at the girl holding the harp.

Rose turned her face slightly and swept her hands randomly a few times.

"...But you gave all the work to Randolph."

"He is suitable." Roland smiled: "You have to let the shareholders do something."

Rose put the harp on the carpet and leaned lightly against the corner of the table. She was a little helpless with this gentleman-at first, why didn't she find that he was an animal lazier than a full cat?

If someone like him was in the Elephant Gang, he would definitely not have enough food and would be cold and hungry.

"With your face, do you know what you will be sent to do in the Elephant Gang?" Rose raised her chin.

"As long as I know Miss Vansittart, I will never starve."

Rose rolled her eyes: "I say you better be careful."

"What?"

"The formula was given to the businessman. What if he gets rid of us? "

Roland still leaned his head, still in that lazy look: "...kidnap his sister?"

Rose laughed angrily: "Good idea, Collins. When the time comes, I will sell her and you to Notty Golden Lamp, and let you two be slaves of someone."

Although the three of them did a "big thing" worth hundreds of thousands of pounds together, it is obvious that Rose still does not trust Randolph Taylor enough - compared to Roland, Randolph Taylor's identity is not enough to make her feel at ease.

Although, she still likes his sister.

Beatrice Taylor.

Silly girl.

"I like her very much."

"You like all creatures that are stupider than you."

Rose straightened her chest and was not to be outdone: "So, you mean Beatrice is stupid?"

Roland began to snore.

"Roland Collins."

The head leaning against the sofa rubbed, and one of the golden eyes opened: "...You shouldn't come here with me, Rose. "

Louis Hyman wanted him to learn a musical instrument.

He wanted him to be - 'like him'.

But this man is Hyman.

And Anne Vansittart...

So.

Roland didn't want Rose to meet him.

"You don't need me to worry." Rose rubbed her nose. The smell in the room made her a little uncomfortable: "I am Lilith of the Elephant Gang. If the gang is still there, I would probably be the third-generation leader. You don't need me to worry."

The other golden eye also opened.

A sleepy lion is still a lion.

Rose didn't like being stared at by Roland like this. It always made her feel ashamed - the kind of shame that she had never been willing to be inferior to others in her life, but in the end she found out that it was because she had never seen a giant.

She didn't dare to look into the burning golden eyes that wanted to burn into her heart.

"...I am your friend, your teammate, your mentor..." The voice was restrained a few degrees: "...disciple, but I am not your servant. "

"You can't order me. "

To be honest.

Roland just didn't want to see the rotting rain in those emerald eyes.

And staying away from the Heyman family would at least let her know that the sun was still hot.

She slowly leaned forward and said in a very low voice: "...I won't fall into hatred, Roland. But I promise you, if one day I have such ability, no one can stop me."

She waved her fist viciously.

Now, she is not Lillian of the Elephant Gang.

She is a first-ring ritualist, with greater strength and faster reaction than before, and can sense the existence of "secrets" - when she reaches the second-ring "gold coins", she can identify a few valuable items with her naked eyes, bringing benefits to the sect, and at the same time, her words will have extraordinary induction.

When it comes to the third ring...

"evil party", it's very different.

The concept that the villain can seize a certain item within a certain period of time, and at the same time, he will also gain the first ability of the "classic mystical organ": golden vision.

Her future is full of hope.

As long as she is alive.

Sooner or later, she will hang the people of the Heyman family on the street lamps one by one.

Although she doesn't know what cat and mouse tricks Louis Heyman is playing - but as long as she doesn't die, one day...

There will be such a day.

"To be honest, it would be better if you can have your own unique ideas. I think only people from the Chloe family are worthy of being hung on street lamps."

The sudden sentence made the curly-haired girl laugh out loud.

She narrowed her green eyes, bit the tip of her lace glove, and showed a hint of anger: "When will you play a song for me?"

"Wait until I learn it."

"When will you learn it?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Next year."

"You just said 'tomorrow'."

Roland brushed his cuffs, stood up from the sofa, and buttoned his suit: "Rose."

"Hmm?"

"Uncle said that women have to protect men's dignity outside."

Rose also stood up, stepped forward and patted Roland's hand, helped him straighten his coat, took the cloak from the hanger, and wrapped it around him: "You are not my husband, nor my lover."

Roland nodded: "You are right."

Rose:...

She couldn't catch her breath.

She ripped off all the buttons of his high-collared shirt in a fit of anger, turned around and picked up the glass bottle on the octagonal table, and drank the whiskey in it - she wiped her mouth roughly, and turned back to glare at the man who was staring at her in a daze.

"I always feel a musty smell."

"Yeah, so I never touch the food and..." Roland's eyes moved slightly: "... and drinks in this room."

Rose: ...

This, this... lazy, mean, vicious, and filthy person who is not my lover and full of shortcomings!