The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 90 Ch.89 Aggressive

Fernandez has been very happy these two days.

Because not only did they eliminate an alien species, they would also bring a rare object back to the Tribunal.

This is no small feat.

Roland's performance along the way was also good, except for saying some inappropriate words at the previous stop...

Those are minor issues.

Brothers and sisters who belong to the same lineage, since Fernandez mentioned it, crows will not hold on to a newcomer because of their kindness.

At the same time, the honest captain also talked to Xander in private.

A girl who knows very well who she will work for in the future is obviously also a smart person:

She was surprised and said that she could not remember what Roland said.

Overall, it is considered satisfactory.

"Roland, ask the servant to inform Mrs. Pasetti that the review is over and we will leave before evening without dinner." Fernandez squatted aside to pack his luggage and ordered Roland without raising his head.

However, the servant returned ten minutes later with a message from Ms. Passetti.

She invited Roland to go upstairs for a chat.

Fernandez turned to him, grinned, and waved, "Go ahead, I guess she wants to apologize to you..."

Roland shrugged and went upstairs with his cane.

Kate Pacetti still looked frail, leaning on the sofa, leaning against a soft round cushion.

On the ebony bar coffee table were placed a green porcelain pot, a few teacups, and strawberry cream pastries on top.

She was being served and rubbed by a servant.

"...You and your friends are leaving now? I originally planned to invite you all to have dinner. Mr. Dwinson told me clearly in the morning that it was not urgent, but why didn't he even give me a chance to entertain... "

Roland bowed and was led to sit down.

"They are packing down below, ma'am. We won't bother you further."

"This is really..." She looked reluctant, and suddenly remembered that Roland was a person with 'bad eyesight'. She looked at each other with the servant, leaned over and whispered something.

The servant nodded, stood up and left.

"Just a moment please."

Seeing Roland's hesitation, she immediately added: "Your Majesty is busy with business, so I will thank you on your behalf, okay?"

Talking about the past two days again, he slowly apologized to Roland:

"You are still young and may not fully understand how important a good reputation is to a lady - but I still want to apologize for my previous words..."

Sure enough, Fernandez was right.

Roland's face was as bright as spring breeze, and he smiled brightly: "Then, I also want to apologize for my impulsiveness and uncontrolled inquisitiveness - it is not gentlemanly to pry into a lady's privacy."

After saying that, both of them laughed.

"You are a noble man."

Pasetti straightened up, folded his hands on his joined legs, and said elegantly: "You will definitely be a promising gentleman in the future. The cage of darkness cannot stop the brilliance of your heart..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly changed her voice:

"I will write back to the church and explain everything you have done for me - I mean, help me, comfort me, protect me."

There was some kind of unspoken warning hidden in the woman's words:

"I would not write to the church about your intrusions into the private life of a friend of his lordship, Mr. Collins."

“Although you and your colleagues did cause me some trouble, and caused me to be discourteous in the eyes of my servants;

Because of the inspection, many expensive accessories and clothing were damaged;

I was attacked by monsters and danced so horribly that even when I think about it in the future, I will fall into pain and fear - in short, I have to cover up this and say good things about you, right? "

Roland said nothing, staring directly at the dark lion-colored flower on the carpet diagonally below.

Kate Pacetti smiled brightly: "So, how will you and your captain write about me in the report? A lady will not be suspected of having anything to do with the monster, right?"

"This is a normal deal. You are the buffer between Pasetti and Fernandez."

Seeing that Roland didn't speak, she thought he didn't understand, so she couldn't help but use slightly more intense words.

Of course, the 'lady' who has not learned all the tricks of jazz obviously doesn't know what 'slightly' means.

"Let's put it this way, Mr. Collins. It's good that I didn't complain to the church, do you understand? Let a blind man enter my house. I'm really afraid that the monster won't hurt me..."

"What disease did you make me get?"

"What disease?" Roland asked.

Pasetti sat upright, his smile as gentle as his voice: "For example, like you, I am trapped in darkness all year round. You have to be considerate of a helpless woman -"

Roland turned his face sideways and interjected casually: "Yes, in those years, darkness often trapped me."

He tapped his knee with his index finger as if nothing had happened, and said lightly: "Then, what are you trapped by?"

Pasetti was stunned for a moment.

This sentence seemed to awaken the image that had been buried in her memory.

Strong sense of familiarity…

Same words, different people.

The beautiful man with black hair and golden eyes stared quietly at the branches outside the woman's window.

His face gradually overlapped with that of a woman who had been vaguely remembered.

‘What are you stuck with? ’

Alesha lay lazily on the balcony, turned around, and said lightly.

What are you stuck with?

Passetti rubbed his palms unnaturally and picked up the teapot.

Before she could think of how to answer, she heard Roland say again:

"Especially the thirteen days of suffering, the edges and corners were bleeding in your heart... Did you wipe it clean afterwards?"

The spout of the pot suddenly disconnected the light brown tea.

Kate Pasetti stared at him in a daze, and a great fear surged in her heart!

He...

What does he know? !

It was not the vague "nearly half a month", but the precise thirteen days.

"...It's not my fault."

Pasetti put down the teapot and slowly lowered her eyes.

She was evasive and used the so-called "that thing" to test...

Roland withdrew his eyes from the window, "Your mother must have spent the most desperate thirteen days in her life. Should she be happy? After making a vow to the alien species, her "amazingly talented" daughter can finally brush other people's dancing shoes."

This sentence seemed to bring Pasetti back to the rainy days and nights with occasional thunder.

She suddenly became hysterical, but her voice became smaller.

"…I don't want to be like that either!! Her death has nothing to do with me!!" The hostess who once gave people a sense of fragility and brokenness, at this moment, looked like a shark in the deep sea, and the muscles on her face were pulled horizontally, which was particularly ferocious.

"How did you know these things!! I warn you, I warn you, this obscene, corrupt black crow! If it leaks out--"

Roland listened to her insults with scarce and boring words leisurely, stroking the handle of the cane that was stained with his body temperature.

"If it leaks out, do you think I will be the unlucky one?"

After a while, the servant knocked on the door.

Kate Pasetti took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked them to leave first in a nice voice.

Then, she looked at Roland again.

"What do you want to do, the church." It took her a short time to calm down.

Obviously, if Roland wanted to make trouble for her, he would not talk under such circumstances.

So…

"I will not admit any of your accusations, and you are not qualified to accuse a knight's woman - I am not a cultist." The woman stared at Roland, with a shrewd look in her eyes, "What do you want?"

"You invited me up, ma'am."

Roland's golden eyes became particularly weird in the woman's eyes at this moment.

Fear and vague malice climbed onto Kate Pasetti's face. She stared at Roland who was silently sipping tea, and threatened in a low voice: "I don't know where you got this little secret from... I'll give you a piece of advice, Mr. Collins. It's advice, but also a warning: You don't want to provoke a nobleman, do you?"