The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 463 Ch.462 The whereabouts of Xander

In the past two days, Roland went to church frequently.

As before, there was nothing to gain - if I had to wait until Gary Kratofer came back, I don't know how long it would take.

Rose took the time to meet with him and chatted for half the afternoon.

When she learned that the 'evil woman' had disappeared, she immediately put on an extremely worried expression - but the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up.

Just like a person can't pretend to cry when she's happy, she can't make Roland believe that she's really worried about Xander.

Although they are all 'believers', from the same country, and are 'friends' who meet in the goblin ring at night - if there is a chance for Xander to disappear from Roland's life, Rose will definitely be happy.

She thought Xander would feel the same way.

'That's worrying, Roland. Do you think she might be lingering in someone else's bed and forgetting the time she made an appointment with us? ’

Roland just let her laugh whenever she wanted.

Then Rose was happy all afternoon.

One day, two days, three days.

Roland could not find any trace of Xander.

My heart gradually sank.

Art Association.

Course restarted.

The man absentmindedly strummed the strings, and the strange tune made the red-haired man beside him frown.

He looked at Roland, who was looking down in thought, and put down the teacup.

"Your skills are almost catching up with mine." Louis Hyman said lightly: "For example, you can teach people to hear their thoughts from the sound of the piano."

Roland stopped, held the neck of the piano, and gently placed it on the table.

"Sorry, Louis, I've been a little..."

"What's there?" The red-haired man held his chin and plucked his earrings with bored fingers.

"A little uneasy. I lost a friend." Roland said.

"who?"

"Kratof. Xander Kratof, my friend, my teammate."

Lewis raised his eyebrows, sat up a little, and clasped his fingers together: "Xander Kratov...oh, the girl from the Kratov family. Didn't you ask...your 'brothers and sisters'?" He didn't wait for Roland to speak, and then Keep talking to yourself:

"Of course you asked."

The voice paused here.

After a few breaths.

"I know where she is, Roland. You should have asked me a long time ago."

Crunch.

The seat made a screeching sound.

"Louis?"

Louis Hyman picked up the tea cup with a smile and put his right leg on his left leg. He looked at the worried face in front of him and felt a sense of joy in his heart - few things could change the color of his 'friend'.

So interesting.

"Look."

He said slowly:

"Promise me to do one thing for me when the weather warms up—in exchange, I'll tell you the secret of Enid Judith's path."

"We both think it's a fair deal, right?"

he said.

"But now, you want to ask me about the whereabouts of Xander Kratof... Roland, what can you give me? This is another deal."

He stared at Roland, like looking into a mirror, looking at his former self.

If he had been lucky as Roland, his life would not have turned out like this.

Roland Collins.

Will you cherish your destiny, or waste it?

"What do you want?" Roland asked.

Louis Hyman: "How is your life? She is your good friend, right?"

Roland thought for a while: "Actually, we are not that familiar."

Louis Hyman:…

A smile appeared on the speechless man's face.

"I thought you would say - I will give everything for my friends."

Roland leaned back, took out a cigar, and lit it slowly.

He was not in a hurry now.

"Roland Collins, I could tell you where Xander Kratof is...but—"

he drawled.

"But, Roland, you have to do me a little favor."

"A reasonable deal."

The way he looked at Roland was like watching an ant in a suitcase to see what kind of country it would pile up, what choices it would make, and which way it would go.

"Do me a little favor."

he said.

"Kill someone."

The narrow eyes narrowed.

If an Organ Path ritualist wants to convey emotion in words, he can do it.

Roland heard a piece of frozen anger in the voice.

The sound struck hard, chiseling out cold shards.

"You expect a person with a low level to be able to deal with a person with a high level of ritual?" Roland asked flatly.

Louis Heyman stood up and came behind Roland.

Suddenly he propped up the back of the chair and leaned down.

"He's a human being."

The sound cut across Roland's face like a blade, causing him pain.

"I can kill him, but I don't want him to die like this, Roland." The voice was in Roland's right ear, cold and sharp, like a spider full of poisonous sacs, crawling on his shoulder, From time to time, she would gently brush his hair with her spider legs.

"He is kind, noble, and helpful; he is despicable, cruel, and vicious... What kind of person do you want him to be?"

Roland turned his head and hid: "Is that important?"

Breathing paused.

After a while, the breath sound became less sharp.

"Yeah, Roland, that's not important." He patted Roland on the shoulder and changed sides: "Kill him and let him die in despair... Roland, in return, I will tell you what you want to know. How about it? ?”

"To be honest, I don't understand where this 'appreciation' comes from."

"Don't ask questions about fate, Roland. Some 'whys' have no answers." Heyman raised his head slightly and stared at the black-haired young man sitting upright in the mirror and himself behind him.

Their hair colors are different, their eye colors are different, and even their handsome faces give people different feelings:

Roland is like the sun, and the gentleness between his brows and eyes makes people happy to get close to him.

On the other hand, he pursues refinement excessively, which makes him seem a bit mean and unkind.

Their characters are cast from the same mould, but with two materials poured into them.

Two completely different people, similar fate——

They all come from humble backgrounds and have amazing talents.

Their leader is strong, and they have a smooth journey on the mysterious road.

They can make friends easily, as if they are favored by fate, and always get help in times of crisis.

But.

Roland is always luckier than him.

Some subtle changes make the two roads gradually move away from each other.

This made the venom in Louis Heyman's heart become increasingly intense.

Roland Collins should have been like himself, with his soul trapped in hell and wailing forever - but he lived happily every day, as if fate really favored someone who shouldn't be favored.

Louis Heyman hated this fate and Roland Collins.

But at the same time, he placed a complex expectation on him, hoping that the same suffering would finally see the light of day and allow his allowed weakness to dry in the sun.

On this road to hell, on this boring road with no end in sight.

Louis Hyman finds the toy he can't take his eyes off and the joy in his pain-searing life.

He longed for his death and also longed for his life.

certainly.

Everything is determined by fate.

Since you prefer this person, then continue to prefer him.

Until he is no longer at the mercy of fate.

Or, go to hell with yourself.

Louis Heyman's eyes darkened. The future he could see made him extremely excited, as if he heard the cracking sound of fangs piercing soft flesh - a continuous sound that made his heart and soul distorted long ago. More burning.

Why is this life that has been so stagnant for so many years turned upside down?

"Xander Kratof is in a dream."

Louis Hyman said softly.