The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 8 Ch.8 The Silent Star

Roland spread his palm and sent the brooch forward.

The other party did not hesitate and was about to take the brooch from Roland's hand - but just when his fingers touched his palm, Roland suddenly raised his other hand, firmly grasped the woman's wrist, and pulled her towards him. !

His honey-colored eyes stopped flowing, and he looked into nothingness, with a layer of frost floating on his face.

As expected, the blade was pressed against his neck again.

"I'm warning you."

However, the sharp blade could not make the young man with a cold face feel any more fear.

His gaze rubbed the woman's face and looked somewhere, but it made her feel like she had been cut by a frozen ice knife: "You can imagine all the stories in the books: complicated families, secrets between the bed and pillows , Quirks are good - but there is one thing I hope you understand: although I am blind, the servant is not blind."

"If you fool me..."

The woman didn't speak, and her grasped arm shook a few times.

Roland subconsciously let go of his hand, and the other party immediately pulled his arm away.

Not only that, her whole body was like a nimble bird, quickly floating backwards and away from Roland.

"...You are truly the most rude rich man I have ever seen!"

The woman mumbled a few words vaguely, and then said remotely:

"Freak of the Collins family, you are so weird and rebellious... It's not like I haven't heard of you... Ask around, I'm the most reputable in this area..."

Roland nodded: "A thief of...?"

"Why, you also think I was instigated by a man?"

Roland imagined that the woman who said this might look like a grinning cat. He pondered for a moment, blinked, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "I guess the person who got into that narrow window must be a dexterous lady... right?"

The woman's eyes widened slightly, as if trying to distinguish between true and false, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

After a moment, the dagger jumped a few times between her nimble fingers and disappeared into her cuff.

"Freak."

She concluded, feeling better.

"The Collins freak." She snorted, stepped forward again, and took the brooch from Roland's hand like a bird pecking at it.

Get it quickly.

"This is the deposit, pretty face." She said, throwing the brooch up and down in her hands, "I don't care if you are joking, just ask, if you lie to me, there will be no good end. Tomorrow sunset, I will send People are in the Collins backyard - Hey, you don't know when the sun sets, do you?"

The voice sounded a bit gloating.

Roland:......

It is clear.

Sooner or later this female thief will be caught for her mouth.

"After dinner, ma'am."

"Don't call me madam, my name is Rose." She giggled and became very happy after taking back the brooch: "After dinner, I will arrange for people to walk around - you throw a stone out first, I'll prepare what you want, pretty face."

"My name is Roland. I will wait for you after dinner tomorrow, Rose."

"Very good, pretty face."

"My name is Roland."

"Yeah, pretty face."

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Roland didn't know whether it was the right choice to pin his hopes on a thief - of course, he was blind and he had no other better choice.

You can't really smash the windows of a jewelry store?

When he got home, he told Nina what happened.

“If there’s something wrong with something, the ceremony can’t start.”

"We still have time." Nina replied calmly: "If she lied to you, leave tomorrow, tomorrow."

She was so weak that she couldn't hold her head up on her own.

The sores that leaked pus eventually climbed up her face.

"...I will soon turn into a living cocoon of pus. Fortunately you are blind, so I won't make you sick."

"It's a pity you're not mute."

"If I were mute, would you hear so many interesting stories?" Nina laughed and coughed up bloody sputum from her mouth. When Roland wiped her, just a light touch could knock her teeth out - and her mouth was filled with abscesses.

"The plan works, we have to be prepared. You, you know how to get to the carriage station, right?"

This time…

Roland did not refuse.

Even though he was blind, he could tell that Nina didn't have long to live.

If he stays here, it's hard to say what his fate will be.

Complete Nina's so-called ritual, her last wish...

That's all he can do.

It's time for him to go.

Maybe it was too late to say goodbye to Yam.

"There's always someone who knows." Roland couldn't find his way to the most familiar place yet.

"I have a decorative painting above my head. The money I sell will be enough for you to go to the next town - but you have to be careful, don't be regarded as a thief. Learn some crafts and live well..."

Roland replied casually, saying that he only had some rudimentary sewing skills and needed help.

"Don't you know how to massage?"

"...Miss Nina, now is not the time to joke."

"There is no time when you can't joke." Every time Nina said a word, her throat was filled with phlegm. "I will tell you the last story today..."

"You should rest."

"I'll have plenty of time to rest after I die." She urged impatiently, asking Roland to sit down and lean against her bed.

As a result, the rainbow curtain covering the mysterious world was slowly opened again by the hoarse voice.

‘A long time ago.’

‘There was a family that lived under the floor.’

Roland didn’t know the colors of the stars.

He imagined what it would feel like if he lay on a fluffy grass blanket, resting his arms on it, letting the starlight and the evening breeze blow on his face.

The sound of the grass swaying in the wind must be much more beautiful than the singing in the theater that Yam said.

“You will soon feel it.”

Nina said inexplicably without any reason, but did not answer Roland’s question.

The story is short, but the emotions are rich.

It is indescribably sad.

‘The little man, riding down the stream…’

Roland said that he still thought the little man who lived on the fireplace and whose house caught fire was more interesting.

The little man screaming in the flames.

Nina couldn’t hold it back and laughed.

Roland slowly leaned over and wiped the pus that had spurted out of her.

“…I miss home.”

Nina said this out of the blue.

Home.

"This is not your home."

"Of course not..." Her voice became more and more ethereal: "I am not the daughter of the Collins family. I come from a very, very far place..."

"Very far away."

"I miss my mother, I miss my mother."

"I..."

"I miss my mother..."

She called out to her mother in a low voice, and Roland seemed to have returned to the night half a year ago.

The night his friend Daniel died.

In the drafty house, the boy lay in Yam's arms, chanting "Mom".

His eyes were burned and he could not see anything, but his arms were still strong, hugging Yam tightly.

That night, Roland heard too many "Moms".

The "hope" in Yam's pocket could not buy anything, and of course it could not buy a mother - ladies often say that people are sad because they lose it after getting it.

But Roland doesn't think so.

He has never "got" his mother.

But he can still feel sadness and pain.

"Go to sleep, Nina, my sister."

Roland hugged his legs and curled up at the head of the bed, his chin resting on his knees.

In the darkness, his deep golden eyes gradually dimmed.

"Go to sleep." He said.

He remembered the song that Nina often hummed when she was bored.

So, he read it from his memory and hummed it stumblingly.

'The stars don't speak...'

The ballad turned around in the stuffy room for a while, and then went out through the crack of the door. To the corridor, to the window with the moonlight.

It went on an adventure without looking back.