The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 359 Ch.358 Take good care of your children

Roland didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

But there must be something contagious.

Rose's acting skills today are much better than those of the past——

"Even better than me."

"If you insist, Mr. Collins, I can only comment politely on your acting skills: it's the same as none."

Rose glanced at the little snake that had woken up from sleep, and saw it slipping from Roland's wrist, then crawling onto the pie and taking a bite.

"But you're still enjoying it, aren't you?"

"We all have endless perseverance in certain things..." Roland pouted: "Okay, Rose. We are not hiding it from you, but the secret is huge. If you know it, I'm afraid it will only cause trouble. …”

Having said this, he suddenly raised his hand and stopped the girl's lips from speaking.

"Of course I know that we live and die together now - since we are a 'cult', there is no bigger secret. I understand what you are going to say, so I plan to tell you."

Rose's expression was complicated.

She just looked at Roland, in the candlelight and the sound of swallowing.

At least twenty seconds passed.

"Roland."

"Um?"

"Tell me the truth."

"What?"

"Have you forgotten about this?"

Roland:......

Um…

"No."

Rose looked suspicious: "But your expression has 'I forgot' written all over it... Did I see it wrong?"

Roland: Smile.

About his path, the story of Bristol, Hawkins's great sin, the Golden Island, the strange aliens...

You can talk for a long time, or you can explain clearly in a few sentences.

He knew that Rose didn't care if she was a criminal or on a path that was not allowed -

What he's worried about is...

"What?! Then we Winged Ones are the criminals destined to overthrow the world?!"

That's what I'm worried about.

Her whole body was like a cup of hot tea that had not yet evaporated its fragrance. She exhaled layers of burning excitement called excitement from under her skin. She tightened her ten fingers on the chair board and leaned her upper body forward. Those two green eyes His big eyes widened and then widened in Roland's sight.

If he himself loves creating chaos within order, then Rose is a reveler in chaos.

She doesn't create, but happily joins in every mess.

For her, order no longer brings much excitement.

Chaos is okay.

"Who is our opponent? The Holy Cross? Or the royal family?"

"Your words are as light as if the Holy Cross is composed of more than two thousand Beatrices." Roland stretched out his index finger and pushed the approaching short curly head back to her own chair to prevent it from making a 'crunch' Later, the incident of smashing the gun butt in the face on the carriage happened again.

Her green eyes bared her teeth at him, and she kept humming in her throat: "Hey, Mr. Roland Collins, you. I think there is no truth in your mouth. Hiding it from your devout and loyal believers, hiding it from your companions who depend on you for life and death." ——You’re telling me such a big secret just now.”

She rocked the stool back and forth, making it creak.

Crunch.

Crunch.

The frequency is not low.

Before Roland could say anything, a violent, loud and obviously intentional coughing sound came from downstairs - a coughing sound so loud that it almost knocked out his lungs.

The two people upstairs were quiet for a few seconds.

Soon, they heard heavy, deliberate footsteps on the stairs: the person didn't come up, he probably just stamped his feet a few times on the first step of the stairs, and then shouted loudly: "I made steak!"

Roland responded, then turned around, only to find that Rose's face was stained with alcohol.

"...Rose?"

"Your uncle is really nosy."

"What?" Roland didn't know why.

"...Nothing." The girl curled her hair and avoided Roland's sight. She sat upright and stopped shaking the low stool. "So, do you want my help... my... leader?"

"I'm so lucky that we have one of the best hook girls in the city."

Rose flipped her forehead and said seriously: "It's the best in the country."

…………

…

Old Collins had his own ideas about Lillian Rose Vansittart.

After the girl curtsied politely and said goodbye, he closed the door, added a few pieces of wood to the fireplace, and seriously pulled Roland to sit down. He warned him over and over again for a long time: This made the young Mr. Heartthrob a little confused.

"We're men, Collins."

he said.

Then, unusually, he personally took out a cigarette from the flat soft cigarette case, put it into Roland's mouth, and lit it for him with a match.

Watching Roland take a sip and cough like an eighty-year-old man.

"uncle?"

"I don't care what you plan to do," Old Collins lit one for himself. He didn't care that Roland was holding the cigarette and held it up like an incense stick without taking a sip. He just muttered to himself: "I don't care what you do. Plan, Collins.”

"But since your last name is Collins, I have the right to say a few words about you, right?"

Roland lowered his head and played with the cigarette in his hand like a baton: "Of course, uncle."

"I own a drug store and have saved a lot of money over the years. I have no son, no wife, and I am alone. After I die, the money will never be spent - if I don't think about it, the money will have to be left to Collins children, or distant relatives.”

Old Collins held the cigarette in his mouth and filled his lungs with every puff: "Boy, you look like a man."

"What?"

"I mean." He flicked the ash off his cigarette with his fingers, turned his head and stared at Roland: "I can still afford to raise a child. Don't let the blood of our family drown in the ditch overflowing with feces and urine at the door."

He patted Roland's leg, and seemed to realize that he was too serious, fearing that the young man would rebel.

So, his tone slowed down a lot.

"Don't learn from those masters, Collins, don't learn those bad habits. We are all poor people who don't need pity - we shouldn't treat each other like this."

He said.

"I don't care how many lovers you find, Roland. But this Vansitta is different."

"She has no knowledge, and may not even know a few words. How does she live? And she has such a beautiful face... If she has a child, she can't eat or drink. What do you think will be her final fate?"

"We can't treat each other like this."

He seemed to remember something, and his two thick and short eyebrows fell down, like an old dog who couldn't find his home, without strength, youth, and people who called his name.

"She is different from your boss."

"If we don't care, she will die soon..." This sentence turned around again: "... die very quickly."

Roland dared to guarantee that if he told him the next moment that nothing happened between him and Rose, his uncle who had given so much "deep affection" would probably let him eat black bread for half a month.

Then he would be sarcastic to him for half a year.

"I will treat Lillian well, uncle."

"I'm not asking you to abandon your... shitty boss, Roland, you are in a different position now, that's not realistic." Old Collins frowned, smacked his lips, and spit out a few cigarette foams: "But don't do immoral things, at least..."

"Don't do this to someone who loves you."

To be honest.

Old Collins may not know what Lillian Rose Vansittart looked like in the Elephant Gang, and he doesn't know how easily this thief can cut a person's tendons and rob a struggling family of the remaining wealth.

She is not a well-behaved house cat that can be kept in front of the fireplace.

What he thought was different from the real thing.

But... this is good.

He didn't want to make his uncle worry.

Moreover, what he showed tonight also made Roland curious about the past of the owner of the herbal medicine shop.

"Can I listen, uncle?"

Roland curled up his legs, pulled a blanket over him, only showing his head, and looked at him eagerly.

Old Collins put out his cigarette and raised his eyes:

"Get out."