The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 469 Ch.468 Inheriting experience, Snitch’s breakthrough

There is everyone in Golden Island.

Shrewd, foolish, lying with the truth, with malicious intent or ulterior motives.

Ritualists of various sects, wandering ritualists.

Even cultists.

But there are two kinds of people that Rose can't help the most - lunatics and those who are not sane.

The former refers to Roland, the latter refers to Beatrice...

Now there's one more Mr. Big.

"What do you think happened to him?"

After waking up, Rose didn't have time to laugh at Roland's 'cliff jumping' behavior and immediately told him what happened.

"Maybe... I'm just not good at dealing with people?"

"That's too bad." Rose couldn't understand why there were such people in the world - men.

"How should he live?"

"You actually worry about how other people live?" Roland couldn't help but be confused. He looked at her through the firelight and reached out to press someone's nose: "Take off the mask and let me see who you are."

Rose slapped someone's hand away angrily.

She didn't like Roland treating her like a child.

Is she a child?

She has everything she needs and can do everything she needs to do.

"I'm worried that he cheated me of my money, idiot!" Rose bounced on her toes and sat on the table, crossing her legs. "If you take the money, you will never find it again..."

"No one would do that, Rose."

Roland glanced at the intertwined legs, picked up the water glass and took a sip.

"Jin Dao is not lying. He did this just for a few dozen pounds? A ritualist who has studied the great art?"

"Roland."

"Um?"

"Do you feel like you are blind, so no one knows what you are looking at?"

Roland:......

This prematurely mature feline propped himself up on the shore table and stared at the man whose face was slightly turned sideways.

She is very unhappy today.

She went to Golden Island, inquired about the ritual, and made a deal with a fool.

If all this traveling was for Roland, she would be happy with it.

But it’s just Xander.

That gray-haired monster.

Why?

She hated that Roland would go through fire and water for women other than himself (except James Jones), especially Xander Kratof - the most dangerous enemy.

Rose suddenly felt a sense of urgency: I am afraid that this time the relationship between Xander and Roland will become...

no.

If something was bound to happen, she, Vansittart, would also take first place.

She is mainly very strong.

——You can still laugh at that woman then.

——Taste my saliva!

Rose's eyes became more and more dangerous.

What she has experienced since childhood can truly be said to be 'rich in experience'.

But her brave, even crazy self always looked very unlike herself when it came to getting along with Roland - she never thought that the word cowardly could one day be applied to her.

——This can’t go on like this.

Rose.

The aunts are right.

Some things cannot be done without grabbing them - she practices this in her life, and she should do the same with men.

Anger, complexity, shame and cowardice mixed into a sour sparkling wine and slid over her barbed tongue, which was afraid of heat and pain.

The curly-haired girl licked her lips.

She slid off the table like a thin piece of paper and slid to Roland's feet, half-kneeling and looking up at him.

She had only one answer to the man's surprised question, "What are you doing?"

A charming and depraved answer.

'Seducing you. ’

She murmured and recalled the unbearable past, the smiles and graceful gestures of her aunts, which made people want to hold them in their hands and hold them on their faces.

She has a unique advantage.

She can do it...

Rose, you can do it!

You are immersed in what you see and hear, and you are ‘experienced’!

The girl cheered herself up, her heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode, and her skin was swollen as if it had been soaked in boiling water. Her whole body was not controlled by reason, and she let go, letting pure anger and wildness take the helm.

She raised her arm, untied the small candle that was sleeping on the tea cup, and held it in her hand.

Then.

With those sensitive and shy emeralds, she stared at the man with lowered eyes above her, and met his golden eyes.

Slowly.

Place a small candle against your cheek.

"Look."

Her whimsical expression and eyes filled with some deep and passionate emotion are like an invitation to a party that is about to lead to madness.

"Look."

She imitated, as she imitated men's dressing, now, imitating her childhood aunts.

"Look."

she said.

She stared at Roland's face that gradually fell into shadow, listened to his breathing that became heavy and angry, and saw him trying to bend forward to cover himself like a fully drawn bow.

A sense of joy and victory surged into my heart.

This matter...

It's not that difficult, is it?

I win, Kratof.

The girl raised her head slightly, adjusted the angle, and rubbed the confused little candle with her cheek.

"Snake in my face, Roland."

she said like a child.

…………

…

Rose didn't like Roland.

She mainly likes to win.

Win Xander.

——When she said this, Roland listened seriously.

However, after going crazy and waking up, Miss Dry Heave realized how obscene and ridiculous she had done.

Little Candle never thought that one day she would be able to participate in her father's love story in this way.

The whole snake seemed particularly happy.

Something to talk about again!

With friends!

However, Roland had to go alone to pay in advance - the lady who didn't know how to live or die and thought that she could impress people just by imitating others obviously ignored the difference between the body and the brain:

Sometimes, knowing something in the head doesn't mean the body can do it.

The girl with a slightly dislocated jaw was ordered by Roland to rest in Shandel's room.

She had no choice but to do so.

When Roland left, she broke free from her sick and sleepy state, wrapped in a quilt and rolled back and forth on the bed several times!

Several times!

'I won! '

The snitch waved his fist, but immediately cried out in pain and rubbed his chin.

Rubbing and rubbing...

He started to chuckle like a mentally ill person.

Are all men like this?

Although Roland is usually mean and talks nonsense all day long, he is like a bull that wants to knock a hole in the world at a critical moment...

It's really interesting.

The girl sorted out her messy curly hair and sank into the quilt with a sweet and rosy face.

Screw Shandel.

Who cares about transactions and saving people now.

Love to death.

…………

……

In the suburbs of London.

A carriage with curtains stopped under a tree.

The cloth bag filled with gold pounds fell into the mud not far away.

The driver smoked boredly and didn't ask what the gentleman in the car, who wrapped his lower half of his face tightly with a scarf, was waiting for - he gave money, a lot more, and bought his time for a day.

Who cares what he does?

The driver only knows what he can do with this money.

How long he will do it.

Roland propped his chin up and tapped his cheek with his fingers.

Looking out through the gap in the curtains, the wilderness was covered with a layer of silver mist in the moonlight.

"Ding!"

"A beautiful shot!"

"You used practical actions to tell the enemy that it is not only tragic fate and sudden bad news that can suffocate people."

"Achievement: Choker!"

"You obtained the ritual: Chin Repair!"

"You obtained the ritual: Fiery Turbulence!"

"You obtained the title: Mouth Opener!"

"From now on, every damage you cause to the target's scalp will be converted into a speed increase!"

- Are you idle?

"Not as salty as you."

Roland: ...

"Oh."

"My dear partner."

"Tell me, what happened in that blank time just now."

- Rose slipped and hit the corner of the table, breaking her chin.

"Is it the corner of the table called Collins?"

A black cat came in the moonlight during the daily bickering between the two abnormal things.

Glanced at the carriage.

Pick up the cloth bag.