The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 372 Ch.371 Matthew and Michelle

The operation against the cultists was simple, because these fools did not hide their whereabouts - or, in the eyes of Crow and Mr. Peter Heller, they could almost be regarded as 'swaggering'.

Some gangs composed of women target not-so-wealthy families in the East and South Districts, or prostitutes, single workers with little social circle, and even real vagrants who cannot afford to eat.

"There is something wrong with the aesthetics of cultists... To be honest, I prefer those with bigger butts, what about you?"

The crow looked at Heller with disdain and began to question his apprentice after talking to himself. This behavior was really frivolous.

How old is the child?

"A man should know what kind of person he likes at a very young age. This will help him look for more and better ladies as he grows up." Heller retorted and asked Roland: "What do you think?"

"Beautiful." Roland winked.

"Oh, good or bad reply——"

"Plump."

Peter Heller opened his mouth, "Ah... if this condition is included, it would be a lot more real -"

"Skinny."

Peter Heller:…

"Or someone taller, um... shorter than me, that's fine... If you have a special color of hair and eyes, or have a weird personality, it's not impossible..."

York looked at Roland with a little reverence in his eyes unconsciously.

This gentleman is really awesome.

"Roland."

"Um?"

"Do you want to say - 'all'?" Peter Heller laughed: "I was just like you when I was young. It wasn't until I got older that I realized that sometimes you can only choose among them for yourself. A small part of it——"

"I suddenly remembered an ancient Far Eastern proverb in Su Yue's memory."

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What?

"Take a wife and have sex, keep a concubine and have sex."

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What does that mean.

"It means that people must be single-minded."

Roland opened the curtains and waited for the white waves to pass through the glass and sweep towards the long street - this was a stronghold that had been targeted: some women settled here.

The executives of the Inquisition were watching.

Just, part of it.

But now, Roland discovered something interesting.

A woman opens the door, leaves, or enters.

They are just like normal special workers who take off during the day, except for the various habits that are a bit silly and inconsistent with their status.

However, among the cultists occupying the magpie nest, there was a familiar face.

"What are we going to do?"

Roland held up the curtains with his fingers and asked when he saw the woman carrying the flower basket teasing others.

"To deal with these bastards, we don't need to do it ourselves if we are prepared." Peter Heller tilted his head and glanced out the window like Roland: "In battles between ritualists, sometimes you don't even need to meet. ——In order not to make any more noise...it’s just for you to take a look at, don’t worry, the Tribunal will reimburse you.”

"Then I'm going to learn a lot today." Roland followed and tapped the glass with his finger: "But do me a favor and save her life."

Peter Heller glanced at the woman carrying the flower basket and couldn't help but remind him: "That is not a serious woman, Roland."

These words not only made York, but also the crow turn sideways curiously——

He didn't want the people in the carriage to find out that he was 'curious', but he was really curious about the woman Roland Collins was interested in...

So, he quietly moved closer to the side window.

"A prostitute, idiot." The crow suddenly spoke in Roland's ear, startling him. "Can't you see? A serious woman wouldn't smile so hard that her nakedness is exposed on the street..." (Neck)

"Only someone as ignorant as you would shrug your nose at cow dung."

Roland could understand his reminder, but it was a bit rude.

Lower the curtains.

"Can you spare her life?"

"It's not a big problem. It just so happens that we have to ask where those two 'big men' are hiding." Heller didn't mind giving Roland a face.

In his heart, Roland's status was still rising.

…………

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Matthew Bohan is going to get rich!

Just yesterday, yesterday evening, yesterday evening in bed!

His wife, his dear, great wife, told him a huge secret!

He is going to get rich! !

No, no no no.

In fact, she could see it even without saying it.

She is young.

Becoming younger.

This is not something that any cream or perfume can change - Matthew Bohan knows very well the appearance of the person next to him, and he knows every inch of this old wife.

And now, she is young.

It's like going back ten...fifteen years?

Twenty years old?

Incredible.

Matthew Bohan certainly didn't think he was crazy, and he never believed that there was anything that could make a woman look ten years younger overnight: if there was, it wouldn't be for people like them.

so…

‘What’s going on? ’

Since a girl from the Holy Cross had blessed them before (for which he spent the remaining savings), Matthew Bohan once thought that the blessing had played a role-since their family had not been able to achieve everything as the blessing said. smoothly…

The fact that my wife has become younger is considered fulfilled, right?

However, his wife hesitated and refused to tell him. It was not until he exerted his strength and beat her up that the annoying bad woman finally let go.

'It's a magic...'

She whispered.

Matthew Bonham didn't have time to ask about the magic, but first generously lit two candles to illuminate the bedroom clearly. He had to take a good look at this woman:

She...is more than 'a little' younger.

In the candlelight, there is a 'girl'.

The rough big feet became delicate, no longer always prickly and smelling bad;

The wrinkles on her face were smoothed by the invisible force like a tablecloth, smoother and more delicate than a peeled egg;

Her mouth no longer smelled bad, but was filled with the breath of flowers;

Her hair became smooth from dry, and even shiny under the candlelight.

Her parts were clearly defined, no longer connected, making it difficult to grasp them.

She seemed to have returned to her youth - no, it should be said that she was even more beautiful than when she was young! She made people crazy with joy! Matthew Bonham had no doubt that this woman who suddenly became a dozen years younger would be able to make herself younger - she had succeeded ten minutes ago. "Tell me, Michel, tell me, you have to tell your husband about this method, right?" His breathing became rapid, and even his voice was out of control, waking up the three children behind the curtain. "This method is absolutely effective!" "Do you know what this can bring us?" He was like a bull with red eyes, wishing to rush into people's hearts at once, and use the horns that should have grown to dig out the grass that hid the secrets one by one. "Wealth!" "Future!" "We will be rich! Michel!" He believed, and absolutely believed, that this magical spell could satisfy his ambition that had just been born.