The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 97 Ch.96 Dancer’s Mask

Calling her death a waste, the maid also thought that the 'treatment' was not normal.

The young maid's name was Lavia Heidi. She told Roland a lot about Cherry Chloe's life and what happened with her husband.

Some of these details caught Roland's attention.

"You're saying that the Lord 'loved' his wife very much some time ago?"

The maid nodded.

She said that the master would never ask about his wife's trivial matters.

But during that period, not only would he return home before dinner every day, but he would also have dinner with his wife - he even frequently went to the kitchen to discuss with the chef how to improve the dishes...

To more and cherie chloe's appetite.

"For the health of my wife, the master did spend a lot of effort during that time, and he lost weight."

The maid seemed to have mixed feelings about the lord.

In her words, she accused Mingsi Chloe of being indifferent to his wife, but she did praise him some time ago, when he cared for his wife in every possible way.

"...We privately say that it was the Father of All Things who awakened the master's conscience." After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she shouldn't have told a black crow, so she waved her hands hurriedly: "I just said that the master said to his wife very good!"

Roland smiled and pointed to his ear: "I didn't hear what you said clearly, Miss Heidi."

"Please show me around the kitchen."

Minsi Chloe…

Roland didn't believe that the awl-faced gentleman would have even the slightest kindness towards Cherry. He would rather think that he came to the kitchen to gamble with the chef.

kitchen…

What was he doing in the kitchen?

This doubt was solved the moment Roland stepped into the kitchen.

——It was a bottle used by male chefs for seasoning. On the jar rack covered with powder, a particularly different glass jar larger than a thumb caught Roland's attention.

Because "nostalgia" was triggered.

He saw some apparitions:

Servants and servants coming and going, boiling soup, radishes and raw meat, some gossip, laughter and crying, stories happening in the kitchen...

There is also a person who is the master, but looks around like a thief...

Minth Chloe.

He took out the thumb bottle from his pocket, carefully squeezed the colorless liquid into the water tank specially provided for the master, and dripped it into the soup pot for dinner.

One drop every two days.

"gentlemen?"

The maid called from behind.

By touching other bottles, Roland quietly put the small bottle into his pocket and asked casually:

"I heard that your lordship seems to have a tooth for sweets..."

The maid replied: "Master does have a bit of a 'sweet' hobby. He often entertains guests with sponge cakes and apple pies. Look at these sugar jars - oh, and Mr. Wilson, he loves to sprinkle on apple pies too much." Nuts."

Speaking of this, the maid couldn't help but feel sad when she thought of her mistress.

"I miss Madam..."

Roland was silent.

…………

…

After leaving Chloe's house, Roland went straight to the trial court.

Fernandez was not there, but it was Enid who saw him - this elusive presiding judge who had not seen Roland for a long time.

She was wearing a dark green cashmere blanket and a slightly loose robe as she leaned on the sofa.

He still looked as graceful as Roland remembered.

When Roland knocked on the door and came in, she was staring at the crackling fireplace in a daze.

"grown ups."

The woman turned her face sideways and smiled.

"Don't be like Fernandez, Roland. You are different from him."

"we are the same."

"Only you are different from them. Okay, come here quickly."

After she motioned Roland to sit down, she leaned lazily and poured her a cup of tea. "...You did a good job last time. What reward do you want? Gold pounds, rare items, or knowledge?"

Roland thought he did nothing on the last mission.

I just watched the whole process and blackmailed someone by the way.

But speaking of alien species…

"What did we get?"

Enid yawned and pushed open the wooden box next to the candlestick - the bone mask was lying quietly inside.

"Already checked. We call it... Dancer's Mask."

Following Enid's words, the flames in Roland's sight began to condense into words.

…

"Name: Dancer's Mask"

"Type: Strange Object (Exotic)"

"The product of a highly condensed mystery."

"The alien species that came to my door on a rainy night is an asexual humanoid creature born from the dancer's wish."

"It usually wears a black suit and knocks on the dancer's door in the evening."

"'Want to learn a dance?' it would ask."

"After wearing this mask, you can make your limbs perform many incredible movements like a skilled dancer. Your physical strength will increase slightly."

"The wearer will have a lingering urge to dance, which will become stronger and stronger as time wears it."

"Until he dances to his heart's content."

"Note: Please do not use it on the street with people coming and going, when fighting, sleeping, going to the toilet, or in front of anyone you care about."

…

Enid picked up the mask and held it against her face.

"Small increase, the 'price' is not high. How about it, do you like it?"

Enid gestured to hand the mask to Roland.

"If you like it, consider it as a reward this time."

Roland didn't know what kind of reward the Inquisition would give out for discovering and annihilating a mutant and handing over a rare object - but judging from the spider kiss he was equipped with, this mask was worth at least eight hundred pounds?

(Spider Kiss is a crushing discount on discounts and discounts).

But it was obviously unreasonable to be rewarded eight hundred pounds for a task in which he had no role.

"This thing?"

Enid shook her mask and forced it into Roland's hands.

"Don't be stupid, Roland. This thing is only worth fifty pounds. I asked Fernandez and other executives, and the highest price among them was only forty-seven pounds."

Seeing that Roland didn't understand, she patiently explained to him:

"You know, what does the interference it emits mean?"

"It's okay for low-level ritualists, but when it comes to high-level rituals, it's a huge problem."

"You have no idea how much it will cost us to suddenly start dancing while we are performing a ritual that cannot be interrupted."

"This thing looks good, but it's actually not valuable. Any ritualist who performs a large-scale bathing ceremony will not look down on this meager increase."

"It's far worse than your Spider Kiss. "

"If it was really expensive, I'd make you owe me some money. But this useless thing is just..."

Enid waved her hands in disgust.

"take it."

"I'll withhold a small percentage from your paycheck each week, or cancel your reward for your next mission, until it's paid off."

Fifty pounds…

If it were only fifty pounds...

The ring-raising ceremony requires rare items, and there is currently no way to purchase them.

He needs it.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Enid looked tired.

She didn't like hearing Roland thank her, and waved her hand to signal him to ignore the topic: "You have something to do with Fernandez?"