The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1000 Ch.999 The Mole, the Crow, the Long Cone and the Nurse

Roland didn't know what happened to Rose.

Sometimes, boys and girls each have their own little secrets that they cannot tell others - compared to Chandel's "My soul is open to you", Rose is obviously more "rebellious": she is unwilling to show her most embarrassing side to Roland, she always wants to be in high spirits and meet him at the most decent time.

not to mention.

Roland lied to save her life.

She seemed to take it for granted that Shelley was her real surname. This made the girl, who once looked down on the nobility and the rich, begin to question herself, whether she had really become the kind of person she once despised the most -

She was absolutely sure that she would not tell Roland about this.

Although Roland would always be on her side.

But now, she could no longer treat James and Tom, or even the servants in the Shelley family who had served her, from the perspective of a bystander as she did at the beginning.

Human emotions are the most precious and the most annoying things.

When Rose was frowning.

West End.

The other was much happier.

Mr. Golden Eyes, who was hiding under the bed, was wearing a black striped hospital gown and holding a paper pistol in his hand.

no doubt.

The infiltration operation could not be carried out by just one soldier.

"All is safe, Mole."

Soldier Roland whispered the message to his teammates.

Another bed.

A boy's face poked out from the bulging blanket: light eyebrows, high nose bridge, and light golden hair close to his scalp.

"...safe?" the boy confirmed again in a whisper.

"It's safe, Mole. We can move, we can move." Mole Roland rolled out from under the bed neatly, holding the large magazine rifle covered with glue, his eyes sharp: "'Nurse' and 'Long Cone' are waiting for us, Mole, we don't have much time..."

The boy called 'Mole' gritted his teeth and carefully lifted the quilt.

He was wearing the same standard hospital gown and was barefoot. He touched the floor with his toes as if testing the water temperature: he touched it once and then pulled it back for fear of burning himself.

"…We shouldn't have moved today, Crow."

"Opportunities don't come along every day, Mole. For the future of the Empire, we must complete the task His Majesty has given us - and quickly! We have no time to waste..."

The boy took a deep breath.

He stepped into the lava.

"I can't stand this for much longer... Raven."

"Follow me! Mole! The nurse and the long cone will pick us up!" Roland pressed against the wall with a serious face, leading his deputy to move towards the door little by little.

The darkness was silent.

But there are countless enemies waiting for them in ambush somewhere - be careful, be careful, and never die in another country with an unfinished mission...

The Mole thought so, and his eyes became more determined.

"We will definitely succeed." He whispered to his captain, but the captain ignored him and made a gesture to keep quiet.

He grasped the cold copper handle, and like a girl dazed by alcohol, he softly opened a gap to avoid the light that was pouring in.

The captain and his deputy looked at each other and silently counted a few numbers in their hearts.

then.

He looked over there.

"…Safe, Mole."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, holding the loaded musket, and ducked across the light to the other side of the wall. He pushed the crack in the door wider and gestured to let the mole pass first.

"crow…"

"Go, Mole. This is your mission."

"But I can't let you..."

"Quick! My life and yours don't matter! The Empire needs news from us!"

The young child wiped away his tears and leaned forward into the light.

In another secret room with candles quietly lit, Chang Cone and the nurse were waiting for the contact person to arrive early - this pair of spies, a male and female team, who had been lurking for a long time, had knocked down the patrol sentries in the entire building before the contact person arrived.

They were like a couple attending a banquet, enjoying the long table set by the host, the awakened red wine, the still-warm steak and fresh cheese.

When the Mole came in, covered in dust and dirt, the two men just waved at him from a distance with their wine glasses in hand.

"Good night, Mr. Mole."

The boy glanced at the used dinner on the table and blushed. "My captain stayed in the darkness forever because of the mission given to us by the Empire... and you guys are eating and drinking happily here?!"

He roared helplessly, for himself, or the fate of his friendship.

Mr. Long Cone, who was sitting at the top, didn't care about the lives of the soldiers. In his eyes, as long as the mission was completed, it didn't matter how many people were sacrificed.

"Mind your place, Mole. You shouldn't be talking to us right now."

"Don't do that, Long Cone." The nurse patted Long Cone's wrist.

She is a gentle woman.

Gentle enough, without any sign of aggression - the Mole thought that this was probably the reason why she was chosen as the most critical part of the mission.

"We have done our best, Mole, my friend," the nurse invited him to sit down, covered him with a tablecloth, took his knife and fork, and poured juice. "Cone and I have killed all the sentries tonight and cleared the enemies in this building. Now, we have a whole night to talk... a safe, secure conversation without worrying about any potential threats."

Chang Cone snorted coldly, but also agreed with the nurse's words.

He picked up the glass, drank it rudely, wiped his mouth, and chased the chickpeas in the bowl with his fork like a savage.

There is a silver spoon specifically for scooping beans.

The Mole glanced at him with disgust, preferring to talk to the nurse.

"You must give me the information as soon as possible. I can't waste time here-"

The nurse handed him the knife gently but firmly, and told him with her eyes that they could eat and talk at the same time.

The mole couldn't resist, so he hung his head and stabbed a piece of fish belly and put it in his mouth.

"…I don't have time, my captain has…"

Long Cone sneered: "Your captain, your captain, you seem to only know your captain - is he the only one who sacrificed for this? What do you think will happen to me and the nurse if we clear this building and wait until the sun rises tomorrow morning?"

The Mole was stunned.

He turned to the gentle lady with a smile on her face. She neither denied nor spoke. She only looked at him lovingly and firmly with the eyes that she used to look at a child...

The mole couldn't control his tears.

them…

They also... want to stay here forever?
"Don't cry, my friend. Eat the dinner we prepared for you, take the information we gave you, and complete what you need to do - do you want some chicken? And some freshly fried French fries... but they're a little cold."

The Mole couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe why someone could face death without changing his expression - why? Even he was not ready...

The nurse seemed to see the young boy's confusion and stood up to refill his glass of juice.

"Because the sun rises every day, honey."

she says.

(End of this chapter)