The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 712 Ch.711 New tricks (added)

Roland felt a little guilty.

Because he understood that from all aspects, Enid could not let himself complete this task alone--'protect' Charles Robert Darwin, witnessing him being assassinated, or before something went wrong, the ship landed Kill him.

This time they obviously have to face other high rings.

Roland did not have the strength to ensure his safety in front of the high ring.

So, once he raises his hand, he will be involved in his two partners: Fernandez and Sendel.

I'm really ashamed...

But he must do that.

"I won't allow you to go, Roland."

Enid's fingers staggered her chin.

This inappropriate and not ‘official’ tone and the words that were not suitable for the time being made suddenly realize the executives present:

The most unacceptable thing is Fernandes himself.

At this moment, his expression was as if he was about to pull it into his pants. His whole body was tense and slender, and his faces on both sides were sucking into his mouth, as if he had tried his best to provide some to the little star under the tail vertebrae. A sense of urgency.

"I won't allow you to go."

Enid stared at Roland: "Do you know how dangerous this mission is?"

Other executives:...

So, let's go?

Peter Heller had already begun to look down at the pattern of his deerskin glove.

The benefactor is above.

The Holy Flame is on top.

This is not true.

He smacked the bitter smell of smoke that had not yet disappeared from his mouth and twisted slightly towards the sofa.

Sure enough.

The blade was winking at him.

‘What am I talking about? Women understand women, men understand men, old poker. ’

Peter Heller shook his head deeply.

How did this work?

Too undecent.

Lord Enid Jutiya's age and Roland Collins' age were almost a York.

He thought this way and began to move like a snail, moving to the sofa.

He took the cigarette handed over the blade with one hand and put it under his nose to smell it.

‘…You really said it. ’

"I said it a long time ago, they were not normal. Although I didn't know Collins enough, Enid couldn't deceive me. Over the years, she had nothing to do except shit and pee - until this Mr. Golden Eyes appeared. .”

Peter Heller said I agree, I agree.

but.

The office is just that big.

It would be even better if you could not say it out.

Other executives:...

Yes.

I heard it all.

Enid also didn't hide it, and her thick eyebrows swept across her surprised or relieved faces as she stretched out.

Finally, it still stayed on Roland.

"Anyway, I don't agree."

Of course she didn't want her brother to take such a big risk.

But without authorization, fate...

It may also lead to that they will never be able to ‘recognize each other’…

This is a paradox.

Enid is very conflicted.

As mentioned before.

When they reached the High Ring, to a certain extent, the rituals who entered the world of sleep were somewhat clear about the truth of their destiny - just as Peter Heller guessed.

Because of her identity, she is not easy to grasp this standard.

Sometimes, she simply arranged Roland to go to the least dangerous logistics, drank tea and chatted with the lady all day long, and waited to get her salary after work.

But at the same time, she also understood that once she did this, many things would be difficult to recover.

She must respect Roland's opinion.

Even if he took the initiative to approach the danger again and again...

But again and again, we have received the rewards from fate to the brave.

‘Fate, it’s also a bitch. ’

Enid sighed, "I allow you to go with Fernandez and Sendel."

She let go, and then picked and chose among the executives.

Someone raised his hand.

"Blade?"

"I'm the one," the woman lazily put her on the backrest of the sofa, her chin pillowing on her arms, and she winked at Enid: "Oh, I'll bring your little baby back safely."

Enid:...

She was relieved to the strength of the blade.

It's me...

The brief hesitation seemed to let the woman on the sofa see something.

"Don't be picky, Your Excellency the Presiding Judge. No one is more suitable than me - just in time, while the rest of my team are dead, I'm still free."

Just right?

Roland glanced at her.

Knife stood up from the sofa and walked around to the desk and stared at his presiding judge.

‘You are weak, Enid. ’

Enid lowered her eyes.

She knows it herself.

"That's it."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

After confirming the good candidate, Enid took out the Queen's handwritten letter - Fernandez will arrive at the docking port in advance with this letter, and after boarding the ship, gaining the trust of the scholar, protecting him all the way, and sailing towards London. Come.

Until, make sure he is killed by the Great Vortex or other sect rituals.

or.

Being them.

I don't know if Roland was always involved in dangerous behavior that made her angry. Until the meeting ended, she did not speak to Roland again--and didn't look at him.

The angry presiding judge asked Fernandez to lead them away and kept all those who refused to "busy tasks".

"Find a training ground."

"After so long, you should have made some progress."

Peter Heller:...

There is no need for this.

…………

...

Leaving the office, Fernandez began to complain.

He could not believe that there would be a relationship between Roland and Enid Jutiya - he didn't care about this task at all, and wanted to figure out how they "get it" together...

Forgive him.

The word "do" is not very respectful.

——He wanted to figure out how they 'love' together.

"Maybe Enid is just a pampering talent, Fernandez."

"Oh, Enid, Enid, you're so kind-boy, tell me the truth! Either you seduced her with a shameless trick without morality, or she's a slut. Choose one .”

Fernandes threatened, "Do you know how to choose?"

Roland looked sincere: "Can you choose both?"

Fernandez held Roland's arm and gradually exerted force, squeezing out of his teeth: "You, really, dare, say."

The blade kept laughing aside.

Fernandez glared at her.

"You're smart."

"I don't want to be beaten," the woman hugged her arms, leaned against Roland, and asked in a low voice: "Are you sleeping together?"

Roland:...

Like a reporter chasing gossip news.

"not yet."

The blade was surprised and leaned back a little: "Not yet?!"

At the same time, his eyes were following Roland's waist...

"What do you usually do? Talk about national affairs together?" The woman pulled her upper body back and approached Roland, the scar that penetrated her face became particularly vivid: "How is Enid's smell?"

Roland was surprised: "What's the smell?"

He thought she was going to ask more obscene things.

odor?

"Oh, yes. I heard," the brunette woman smiled and curled her lips, her face bulged out from being narrow-minded: "I heard that some men like it, and they love it to death."

"odor."

She pulled her arms high, showing no shame about the area where she was prone to sweat after the stuffy heat.

It was indeed a lot of sweat.

She is a sweaty woman.

He pointed at the blade and put it down again, and whispered in a mysterious and mysterious manner: "They sucked hard."

Roland:...

He felt that he and Enid, and Xiandel, and Rose's...

It's already dirty enough.

Unexpectedly, there was another trick to suck.

He couldn't accept it.

"Suck hard."

"I like this word."

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I feel that she and Ms. Natalie have countless topics to talk about.