The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 481 Ch.480 ‘Saved’

Roland was trapped in the room by Marilyn.

When did she come back?

He didn’t hear any sound.

“You are reading my experimental records, aren’t you?”

The woman had a gloomy expression, stepping on the carpet step by step, approaching the boy who retreated to the corner.

Just then.

Both of them heard heavy footsteps.

Like the drum beats of an intense phrase, they rushed all the way over on the creaking stairs.

“…Mom.”

The pale-faced girl soon appeared at the door.

She was holding a small single-shot musket in her hand.

“Oh? You want to treat your mother like this? Shandel, my daughter, look, I brought you——”

When she turned around, holding a knife, and was about to go to Shandel, the girl decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The flames from the muzzle sent out a thin bullet line, which went straight through Marilyn's nose and back of the head, bringing out some gray tissue and several dense black worms.

Continue forward.

Pass through the painting.

Embedded in the wall.

"...Xander Kratov!!"

The woman whose back of the head was half broken screamed sharply! Her face was broken like a spider web, and the crisp skin could no longer withstand the increasingly swollen and restless worms in her body!

She broke in front of the two children.

The whole person broke on the carpet, turning into a black swamp composed of worms.

Xander hung one arm, nimbly crossed them and grabbed Roland's arm.

"Follow me! Roland!"

She said.

…………

……

The dream began to shake.

Xander's room was no longer as quiet as usual.

Black liquid flowed out of the wall, just like the dreamer's mind.

The two children overturned the cabinets and tables and chairs, blocked the door, and sat on the carpet.

Shandel's wrist was broken by a bullet, and she was panting, with flashes of pain from time to time.

Her gray hair became lighter, and so was the color of her skin.

She was almost like a cracked long-necked porcelain vase glued together, and could no longer withstand the rudeness of her master.

"Escape from my window, Roland."

The girl's chest rose and fell, and the short gunshot almost exhausted all her strength.

"Escape, Roland." She urged in a low voice: "I still have two bags of money. Take it, run!"

Roland just leaned quietly against the foot of the bed, side by side with Shandel, silent.

This reaction was a rejection.

Shandel thought he didn't believe it, or, like the previous servants, he always couldn't make the right and decisive judgment when in danger.

"Listen to me, Roland!"

Shandel grabbed Roland's wrist with the hand that could still move, and a faint white mist covered his blue eyes.

"Listen to me."

"My mother is a lunatic..."

"I originally, originally thought that she would not do such a thing again..."

"Run."

"As long as you run away, she will not look for you..."

Roland saw worry and pain, sadness and uneasiness in her eyes. These emotions, Roland had not seen in the eyes of the grown-up Shandel-

She suffered too much torture when she was a child, so that when she grew up, she had to rely on piercing others and then piercing herself to survive.

"You are not a born vicious monster, Shandel."

Roland said softly.

"You are not born bad."

For monsters, this is an innate flaw.

But Roland is willing to "tolerate" such flaws, in the past, and in the future.

"The Father of All Things did not give mercy to His believers who needed mercy, and your mother did not."

Roland raised his arms and hugged the thin girl. In her puzzled expression, he gently kissed her forehead: "Well... I hope that after you wake up, you will not blame me for "peeking" at your past secrets... I shouldn't, right?"

Obviously.

What did Shandel's mother do to her?

During that long childhood, she tried every possible way to make her daughter worse, with anger and malice in her heart.

The pain inflicted on the mind, and perhaps the body, tainted an unguarded soul.

Then.

An accident happened.

Maybe it was Bishop Gary Kratov who intervened, maybe it was Mr. Hurt, or other ritualists.

Someone intervened, so that Marilyn Kratov's ritual could not be completed, and she could not "suck" her daughter's qualifications again-this allowed Shandel to retain her qualifications and open the door to the mysterious world amid people's praise.

But the soul that had been abused by her mother throughout her childhood and had long been twisted and deformed could never return to its former appearance.

Her qualifications may be born from her mother, but she will never be grateful.

This is also the reason why she always makes Roland feel "destroyed"-the twisted emotion of wanting to destroy others and also longing for someone to destroy herself.

"…Maybe I should just wake you up."

Roland didn't know what this secret meant to Shandel: maybe he shouldn't pry into her dreams and her past unbearable memories out of curiosity.

"It's time to get up, Shandel Kratov."

"…Roland?" The girl didn't understand and shrank her neck in fear, "…Are you okay?"

"I said, it's time to get up."

Roland raised his hand and pinched her neck.

He applied force a little bit.

He looked at the increasingly frightened blue with his golden eyes.

Push harder.

"I am not your servant, Xander."

"I am Roland Collins, Executor of the Inquisition. You never relent to the torturer, whips, slaps, bites and insults." Roland moved closer to her lips, and then to her ears. Whispering like a seductive and depraved monster in the story:

"You are a girl who is well versed in tremors and waves, a thorn and slime who is unyielding, a flesh-and-blood painter who is proficient in cruelty and indifference."

"We work under Fernandez de Vinson to bring judgment to cultists and xenos."

"We have been through life and death, and gradually become inseparable..."

Roland gently stroked the girl's ear with an irrevocable tone:

"We are in a dream, Xander, my lamentation."

"We are in your dream..."

"It's time to wake up, Miss Evil."

The fog that blinded my eyes gradually receded.

The azure blue gem rewoven the original mood of the soul owner.

She gave up her struggle and instead raised her head, trying her best to put her fragile neck into Roland's hand, letting him grasp it tightly, so that he could squeeze it harder and break it in one fell swoop.

"I thought there was going to be a kiss."

The girl with a charming smile in her arms blinked.

Roland relaxed his hand and nodded her forehead.

"Already have it."

He pushed the gray hair away from the girl's face and smiled softly.

The light that pierced the black fog was the sun that Xander was waiting for. No other star could emit such a temperature that made her almost burn.

"I still want to sleep in your arms for a while."

The girl did not accept the hint from Roland's arm. Instead, she crawled into his arms, found a comfortable position to lean on, held the boy's chin and face with both hands, and touched his nose, eyes and eyebrows.

"You're like a savior, Roland."

The gray-haired girl smiled foolishly: "How could you go beyond our God and give me the kindness that the Father of All Things didn't give me..."

In the trapped time and dangerous cave, the girl kept asking the boy for answers.

"Tell me what you are here for, Roland."

She was like a child who grew up overnight after learning only this sentence, repeating it over and over again.

"tell me."

"What are you doing here?"

"Say quickly..."

"What are you doing here?"

She lay down on the life raft and asked what the life raft was for.

Roland was happy to accompany her.

"I'm here to save you, Xander."

he said.