The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 397 Ch.396 Cards and Khan

"What?!"

"You... exchanged a reward for a lie?!"

drug store.

Second floor.

Finally changing out of that troublesome ladylike dress, Lillian Rose Vansittart was able to have some fun.

She sat on Roland's desk, swept away the candlestick, paper, pen and ink bottle, jumped up and sat down, took off the white socks that were not very breathable, rolled them up a few times, and stuffed them into Roland's drawer.

The two round big toes are sometimes higher and sometimes lower.

It can be considered as leaving the Shelley house.

She was almost strangled to death by the corset.

"To be precise, it's not a reward, but an exchange of a condition." Roland hooked his hand and asked her to hand over the candlestick. Then, with an expression of disbelief in his green eyes, he easily tore off an iron thorn. Knead it into small round iron balls in the palm of your hand.

Throw it to her.

"…Are you not human?"

"You are not human."

Rose looked at the heavy iron ball in her hand. There were signs of being folded and rubbed on it.

Then, he looked at Roland Collins who looked indifferent.

"you…"

"As you can see, the 'reward' has made my flesh stronger - and that's not what I'm talking about, Rose. What I'm talking about is, that lie."

Of course he wanted to tell Rose what happened.

What price did you pay in exchange for a lie? And this lie misled James Shelley, making him abandon John and choose Rose.

Full story…

Except his past.

"I guess there's a lot of guilt there."

Roland turned his ankles and swung the cloth shoes on his toes: "He may think that the reason why you lost your parents when you were a child is because of him - this person probably can't tell how many times he has had feelings... He will definitely have more love." Find a way to test the authenticity of this matter.”

Rose's face drooped and she didn't speak for a long time.

His legs were shaking faster and faster.

This means she is anxious.

——Scam, generally speaking, Rose didn't care who was unlucky and who gained.

Just like the "Glorious London" before, the "mysterious ocean trade" that bankrupted many people - but this was a life-saving favor.

Only now did she realize what had happened to the Shelley family before, the old man's gentleness to her, and even invited her to participate in Shelley's career:

For a woman, this is truly a 'miracle'.

Literary, learning numeracy and business, a girl became involved in the Shelley family business.

The story is just as dreamy.

From now on, she is no longer a snitch or a partner of the "Fountain of Eternal Life". She should attend those high-end banquets where someone must serve, those occasions where she speaks slowly, and discusses the current fashion with ladies carrying bags or holding folding fans. , art, pets or some romantic affairs that are only spread among women.

She is no longer a specific person, but a symbol that represents the ‘new Shelley’.

What's awe-inspiring isn't the blade running through her fingers, but the last name she'll have.

Those who are low should be humble, and those who are high should be cautious.

A whole new experience.

Rose was frightened and even more ashamed.

Because she got it by cheating, she didn't deserve it.

Maybe she could deceive anything without changing her face, but it would be difficult to deceive an old man who looked at her with hope...

Awkward thoughts?

"I'm too naive, aren't I."

"It's also very cute." Roland smiled and said harmoniously: "I hope you won't be angry with me because of this, Rose. I just want my friends to live, and I don't care if old Shelley is disappointed or more desperate. …That has nothing to do with me, right?”

This girl who lives on the street has not yet been extinguished by the heavy haze and the turbid liquid between people. Her tightly hidden innocence has not yet been extinguished. There are some things that she will still hesitate when she witnesses them with her own eyes.

"...How could I be angry with you."

Rose scratched her curly hair irritably, turning it into a chicken coop after a fight, "You idiot, Roland..."

Her thin legs dangling suddenly stopped.

"Idiot." She sighed: "You came to save me, Roland, that's not your problem - you came to save me. If I get angry because of this, wouldn't I become the real John Shelley?"

"A stupid dog with no guts and no responsibility."

She was not afraid of death, and even now that she thought about it, she had never felt uneasy or uneasy about that dream - she believed 100% that Roland could save her in any situation.

Her trust in Roland is higher than her trust in herself.

only.

She didn't expect that she would have to face such trouble after surviving.

The rough impressionism focuses more on capturing every happy and sad moment. However, when the ship docks and faces the trivial life, the dashing and brave Miss Lillian has obviously not yet learned how to deal with the details.

"I'm hesitant, Roland."

she said.

If he confessed this lie, would the overwhelming disappointment extinguish the old man's few remaining flames of life?

But if you don't confess...

That is true deception.

cheat.

Pretend to be the heir, seize the Shelley family's property, and occupy this 'new Shelley' identity.

Rose didn't like this.

"What should I do?" she asked.

It is hard to imagine that this simple question could trap a bold and daring snitch, just as Roland once hesitated to send old Collins away.

The dilemma everyone faces may seem childish and clumsy to a third party.

"I'm not your key, Rose."

"What if you are? I don't care, pretty face, this is the trouble you brought."

Roland spread his hands: "I saved you."

"Yes, but you should have saved me." Green eyes narrowed and he smiled slyly: "I am your member, your subordinate, your... you should have saved me. So, you have to give it to me now. Just solve this problem."

"What are you to me?"

"member."

"You're not now."

"Hey!"

Roland smiled and said: "Your own heart, Rose. No matter what you do, I will always be on your side."

"No matter what I do?"

"No matter what you do."

Rose fanned her eyelashes, looked at the man intently for a while, and then suddenly said: "You are so annoying."

"What?"

The girl stopped talking.

She turned her head and stared silently at the boring gray outside the window, the dirty streets and the birds with no desire to fly.

Scattered people wandered the streets.

The scraps of paper were swinging in the wind, just like her messy heart.

"Thank you, Roland."

she said softly.

"I can't imagine how uneasy you were and how much craziness you risked to...save me from my dream."

Roland lowered his eyes.

Make an agreement with a powerful, unknown existence, and believe that it can keep the agreement, and be sure that the person who is deceived will act according to the trajectory he designed——

This is indeed a crazy gamble.

But what scares Roland is:

The bet is not on himself, but on Rose's life.

It's tough.

The situation at that time was much more difficult than Rose imagined.

"So, thank you."

The girl turned her head, her eyes were red, and she straightened her nose: "I won't cry and say that you are awesome... I want to see this, maybe the jealous ghost who prays all day long can satisfy you..."

Roland smiled like the sun she needed and stretched out his hand:

"I am your friend and your leader - don't forget, the bet is not mine, but your life, smart guy."

The green eyes rolled, and he folded his arms without reaching out, but he bent his knees and raised his feet, placing the small one in his hand.

Stomped.

She thought she would be shocked by the wetness, but she was tickled and laughed first, making the branches tremble wildly.

"Ahahahaha...your hands...dirty..."

In Bristol, Rowland visited the casino.

Know how experienced gamblers rub their cards.