The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 356 Ch.355 The Hound Who Shakes His Head

So far.

Roland has only come into contact with one thing related to the ‘mystery box’.

“Delis’s Challenger Mystery Box”.

He didn’t know whether the ‘box’ described by the man was the same as the one he had used before, but Roland thought it was necessary to check.

“Are you interested in that… box?”

On the way back, the sharp female thief hit the nail on the head.

“How do you know?” Roland was surprised.

“You wouldn’t be interested in that woman with a pointed chin.” Rose showed a disdainful expression for the first time: “She’s not as pretty as my toes.”

“I haven’t seen your toes.”

“… Roland!”

This bad guy.

Rose muttered, shook her soft whalebone and swayed out of the music hall, and greeted every waiter with her head held high.

This is the style of an upper-class person.

"A lady of high rank won't greet a waiter, Rose."

"I'm a kind lady of high rank."

"Give me back my wallet."

"You'll never find it again."

The two of them left the Elite Art Association slowly, like two old turtles without shells. When they were farther and farther away from the iron gate, they arrived at the street where the cold wind blew through their hair.

Rose dared to stretch her neck.

She was exhausted.

"Freedom is so precious, I wouldn't be willing to be a lady for a million pounds."

Roland helped her put on the scarf, tied it twice on the side collar, and gently pulled it: "No one will give you that much money, except me."

"So, how about I help you steal that broken box?" The green-eyed thief was eager to try, and begged: "My good leader, let me steal it!"

She liked this.

"I need to find out first."

"What do you want to find out?"

"How much trouble is there?" Roland raised his cane, opened the carriage door, and stretched out his hand to block the carriage frame for Rose: "For example, will there be dangers that we can't deal with...Xandel can't help recently."

The girl adjusted her skirt folds a few times and lowered her head to get on the carriage.

"What can she do?"

She pulled out a small stool from under the hard seat of the carriage and stuffed it into her skirt to sit down obediently, saying: "She can't do anything except look down on this and that all day long."

Roland grabbed the handrail, pulled himself into the carriage, and turned around to shut out the wind.

"I see you have a lot of opinions about us recently, Miss Vansittart." Roland unbuttoned his coat, loosened his cloak, put down his cane and sat down opposite her: "She said she couldn't help, and she said I was too lazy - how about you be the leader?" "Miss Leader." Rose raised her thin neck, squinted her green eyes, and continued: "If it were me, I would have made the name of "Winged Ones" famous long ago!" She put her fist on her lips and said roughly: "The Winged Ones of the Tea Party say hello to everyone!" "This time, our target is - the largest bank in London!" She made a curtain call like an actor, with a huge slogan on her head. "Big fool."

Roland laughed, "That's not the sound of my voice."

Rose rolled her eyes at him, "Yes, yes, that's not you. Let me tell you, if it's you, things will become: 'Everyone! This time our goal is - the pants of the most beautiful lady in London!'"

Roland: ...

"Lady, Rose, dear Lillian, elegant Vansitate. Lady."

"Fuck the lady." Rose gritted her teeth, "I'm tired of that perfume shop! Boring, facing the same face all day, the same work..."

"I'll steal that broken box!"

"Even the father of all things can't keep it!"

Since she was sitting on a low stool, she looked like a heroic female soldier about to go to the battlefield - but without legs.

This is so funny. "You just laugh all day long!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Rose wanted to jump up and punch him in the stomach, but the chair slipped and she knelt directly in front of him, her head falling down--"Self-taught."

Rose had been punched or kicked in her long career as a thief.

But this was the first time she was hit by a rifle butt.

…………

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The conversation between Shelley II and Miss Terry went around in Roland's mind.

He had to consider a possibility: Delis's puzzle box was not unique.

Then, other puzzle boxes would probably have terrible (powerful) effects...?

It happened that Roland was going to visit Fernandez, so he could ask the captain with long ears.

He and Rose separated at the cross street.

She went to ask about Madeline and Shelley, and he went to the ward area of ​​​​Holy Cross.

"How is it."

-

What's going on.

"I'm talking about just now."

-

What happened just now?

"You're just pretending, aren't you?"

"You just saw the attack method of the world's top assassin, why don't you express your feelings?"

"I saw that little cake has tiger teeth."

Roland didn't intend to pay attention to him, and tapped the window frame with his fingers.

"Wait..."

"I suddenly thought of something."

"You and the big bat won't..."

He paused.

"I'm your best friend, Roland, why do you always hide things from me?"

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If you were as eager to learn about mysteries as you were to pry into my privacy, I'm afraid you could help more.

"I don't want to help you."

"I just want to have fun."

The flames condensed into small figures lining up in front of his eyes, akimbo, dancing tap dance.

Very annoying.

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That's my lover, Wrench. Whatever Enid and I do is fine.

"Of course. But the sound of the big bat always gives me a bad association...low and hoarse."

"Such people are usually crazy."

Roland rubbed his forehead.

He suddenly remembered the dirty words Randolph said one day, saying that he had 'helped' a short girl with a shrill voice and a round face.

The woman's voice was like a child's, her face was like a child's, and her temperament was childish.

He said that when they communicated, it was like rocking a chair that was falling apart.

Afterwards, Randolph smiled between his lips, giving Roland time to think about the sound of shaking a chair that was about to fall apart.

Thinking of Randolph's words, he looked at the row of dancing figures in front of him...

Husky, deep Enid.

Wrench was right.

Some birds with jet-black feathers or indifferent bats that melt into the night always burst out with frightening courage and energy in what they pursue and desire.

It is the intoxicated calf or the swaddling baby meeting her symbolic mother.

Or, like the hounds he'd heard about that were kept by wealthy people for hunting foxes in November.

Those animal soldiers with astonishingly beautiful muscle lines, their furs soaked with sweat and oil, running and keeping a close eye on the target.

They are absolutely loyal and obey their master's orders.

The most important thing is.

After they bite their prey, they will keep shaking their heads, tearing and enlarging the wound.

Until the prey vomits blood.

They won't let up.