The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 467 Ch466 Method

Chapter 467 Ch.466 Method

Of course Erendira would not agree with Little Candle's words.

She said that Hannah was very good. She had to teach her how to read the Bible every day and help her answer questions. She was considered the best person. She also occasionally brought her some 'forbidden' things, such as biscuits, gummy candies and things that could easily cut people. Ornaments.

She didn't want Hannah to get hurt.

"Next time I come, I will bring you a bag of high-end ones." Little Candle took a big bag and patted his neck with his tail, "My father also has many cigars, which are great."

"cigar?"

"A wooden stick that smokes when held in the mouth." Little Candle told her: "What are the skills that a lady should learn? Didn't your Hannah teach you?"

Erendira was confused.

No one had ever taught her to smoke cigars.

"You have to start learning now, or you won't know how to do it when you are supposed to - I don't think that bad mouth is as good as the black gauze skirt. She can see that she practices it in private."

If Roland knew that his daughter was talking about Enid and him behind his back...

It's all Wrench's fault.

If it didn't make a sound, Roland would have noticed that the little eyes in the cuffs never slept and could see clearly every time.

"Learn...cigar?"

"Yes."

"Okay?" Erendira nodded, but still hesitated: "My health is not very good, Little Candle. I have to be careful... Oh, what were we talking about just now, trouble?"

"My father can always solve it..." the little snake muttered.

"Talk, talk." Erendira didn't want Little Candle to leave so early. She wanted to listen to her, no matter what she said - as long as she was here, talking to her, and talking to her about the things she had seen in her life. Unbelievable 'magnificent scenery'.

For example, what the streets of London look like.

For example, what other people’s rooms look like.

"…Oh well."

The small candle lay flat on the table. While conserving energy, it stared at the overjoyed girl: "You can't tell anyone."

"Who else can I tell?" Erendira asked.

"That's right..."

The neighing sound paused for a moment, and then became excited - just like her body: like a bowstring that was fully drawn and released. Erendira even heard the non-existent 'boom', and the whole snake bounced off the table. , as if about to launch an attack, it stood up.

"My father wants to go somewhere!"

The snake shook its head and looked up to the sky with a sigh.

"To save his close friends!"

The tail whipped up and hit the wooden table.

"He thought about it again and again, and decided to go. He must go, even if he will die in the dark!"

The two little red beans gradually glowed, and the snake became heroic and extraordinary——

"My strong and loyal father!"

She began to spin around the round table, spinning like a ‘Z’ that kept stretching forward, shouting as she spun:

"Run him over there and look at the other side!"

"Finally, he found a friend!"

"She is sleeping underground! Waiting for him to rescue her! Wake her up!"

"That's when!"

"Your friend, the lightning-fast and terrifying little candle will also contribute its own share of father's heroic deeds!"

Erendira held a thin spoon and tapped it in tune with the snake's cadence. The tinkling sound was like that of the troubadours in ancient times and the audience who loved her.

The little candle raised the snake's head and straightened its body in the firelight like a sharp sword.

Erendira clapped her hands a few times, a blush tinting her cheeks at the uplifting story.

"Great! Little candle!"

"Of course," the little white snake shook its scales and shook its head. It would be more appropriate if there was another Penji: "He will definitely succeed, just a church..."

Erendira turned her face sideways and stopped slapping her hands: "Church?"

"Yes, church."

The girl covered her hot face with her palm, and her golden eyeballs flew left and right: "I seem to have heard Hannah mention it..."

That was half a month ago.

Hannah tidied the room, muttering as she worked.

"Oh? What did you say?" The small candle rolled up and rubbed its chin with its snake tail - who did you learn this action from?

"She said that the church... leaked? It was very serious." Erendira couldn't remember clearly, and said vaguely: "She mentioned a friend of a friend, I don't remember the name... a friend of a friend. She seems to be somewhere underground these days. Work…”

Erendira said.

A friend of Hannah’s friend, a relationship that cannot be talked about, an interesting story——

The Church, Holy Cross, the seat of faith of almost the entire country.

London, Holy Cathedral, the most important centerpiece of Holy Cross.

It's hard to imagine that a place like this could leak.

"Hannah said that her friend's friend scolded someone. It seemed that all the money for maintaining the underground floors was taken away and used. When it rained, water leaked and accumulated water..."

Erendira shook her head: "It was just a casual conversation, I don't remember much."

Little Candle wanted to squint her eyes and meditate like Kingsley -

It's a shame she can't.

'This news...'

‘Will it be useful to my father? ’

"certainly."

Tea mist curled up, Roland hugged the white snake in his arms, letting the rising steam fall on his face.

Rose clasped her hands behind her back and paced in front of the few paintings in the room: "Her taste is not very good."

The girl stopped in front of the wide painting. Facing her was a woman with roses all over her body.

The painter's soft brushstrokes and the use of brighter colors make the whole picture look full of dreamy haziness.

——The taste in Rose's mouth refers to the woman's figure covered with roses.

Plump and plump.

This tender, full, even like a blister that oozes honey at the slightest touch reminds Miss Hojojo again of that woman with a mouth as vicious as her heart.

Tired of people.

Yes, this is Xander's home.

Their temporary stronghold.

"The taste is really bad."

Rose curled her lips and leaned forward, focusing on the name on the note taped under the frame.

"…Boucher?"

She knew Braille and read names.

"Probably an unknown painter. On the surface, our Miss Kratoff says she doesn't like the formal banquet, but she secretly agrees with it."

Rose disliked Xander, and therefore also disliked the artist of the painting—perhaps simply because of the contrast between her figure and the figure of the woman in the painting.

"You can't join my hook gang with such a body."

She tapped the painting with her finger and emphasized her concept to Roland: practicality.

She clearly didn't understand that men and female thieves also have different views on 'practicality'.

"Let Monsieur François go, Rose."

Roland slapped his palms to disperse the floating character introductions in front of him.

"Do you really want to vacate the Xander family?"

She had left several times, and in addition to the small money box, Xander's jewelry, candlesticks, tableware, small cloak and even bootlegs all fell into the hands of this snitch.

Those that are easy to cash out will flow into the black market and swagger into a family that is not wealthy.

"This is life-saving money she paid in advance."

The girl curled her hair, stepped in front of Roland, and sat on the chair.

"You said you found a way?"

Roland nodded, "I thought you weren't willing to help."

"I'm different from her." Rose said disdainfully: "If it were me, I would never expect her to save her life."

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