The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1110 (Ch.1109) The Son of the Multi-Headed Aberration
Regarding 'compensation'.

Roland thought Keshley would give him a 'promise'—like calling out something when needed (preferably not in public)... or...

Want to leave a message in the newspaper?

some type of.

Having an eight-ringed ring as off-field support is helpful, even if he doesn't intend to rip Chloe's head off for him...

That's pretty great, isn't it?

His plan was shrewd; Kashgar had no such intention.

"Fire or ice, which do you prefer?"

He turned around, went to the body, and cut off Trek's head as well, hanging it, along with the remaining two, on the signboard by the roadside.

Just like he once hung the corpses of those young nobles on a street lamp.

Fernandez witnessed it.

Now it was his adjutant's turn.

"...Frost? Are you all—"

Roland instinctively avoided the flames.

Because he's a clever little devil.

Enid Judea. His lover could wield fire; in other words, whatever he got from the Kashgar pocket would never surpass Enid Judea—it should…

Are you referring to a specific item?
If Keshchai had told him that 'frost' was a 'teaching,' he would have started tomorrow to spread the word around the world that the Tribunal's great sin had a tortoise-like nose.

"Cleverness sometimes won't save your life, Collins."

Keshhai clearly knew what Roland was thinking.

but…

He is happy to give his juniors some 'small' help—this life-saving favor is not included.

Because of Enid.

He still owes her one.

Keshhai pulled a glass test tube from his trench coat and handed it to Roland. At the same time, he saw a clear question in the eyes of this blind boy who had never learned to respect power: Why didn't you throw it?
He's really courting death.

"If you weren't little Enid's—"

“My dignity will never be diminished in the slightest by the power and majesty of my lover,” Roland interrupted him with a smile as he took the test tube. “On the contrary, Mr. Kashhai, on the contrary.”

Keshihai raised an eyebrow and remained silent for a moment.

“I think that’s why she’s attached to you. Collins, you are indeed different from most people… I mean…”

This era.

He raised his arm and gently clenched his fist.

In an instant, the discolored scorched earth and the flying dust seemed to be crumpled by a pair of invisible hands, shrinking inch by inch into his dark brown deerskin gloves.

The "field" of Keshihai has disappeared.

“We’re even, Collins… Tell Enid little, and me and her too.”

The man shook off the corner of his clothes, pulled his hat brim down, and turned to face the silver moon.

He stepped forward into the blazing white flames, which exploded into countless intricate lines that were difficult to discern in Roland's vision.

Half a breath.

The rainy night returned to silence.

The three heads on the sign stared silently at the person in the rain.

The glass tube in my hand was icy cold.

…………

……

Since being taken back to Sindel's residence by Harida, Theodore has become unusually silent.

Shandel has seen many people like that.

She told Roland that if one day a devout follower of the Holy Cross arrived in heaven, only to discover that the Father of All Things was actually just a talking pig—

"Oh my god! Fairy Fairy Fairy! You can't do this!"

Halida was terrified, waving her hands and glancing nervously left and right.

How could she speak ill of the Father of all things like that?
“If He’s eavesdropping outside the window…” Shandel laughed, “then let Him punish me properly…”

Roland rested his chin on one hand and lazily raised the other.

"Count me in."

Gilles Fonseca, standing in the corner, was confused but also timidly raised her arm. Harida: ...

"So, what are you planning to do?" Shandel asked.

“Ms. Fonseca? Of course, Theodore delivered her to the courtroom. Even Fernández… as long as she gets to the courtroom…”

Roland planned to visit Mr. Snow at the Hymans' house after this matter was over, hoping that the latter might have a better solution—a letter had recently arrived from his servants that Kingsley, Florence, and many of the doctors from Bertrams had taken up residence at the Hymans' house during the disaster.

They intended to go to the courtroom, but the journey was difficult and dangerous.

By the way.

The letter was signed by Louis Hyman.

A person who wouldn't surprise Roland.

“I’m referring to the organs Kashhai gave you,” Sandel said, opening his arms and admiring them by candlelight. “Who cares about Gilles Fonseca?”

Harida looked at Gilles, whose eyes were blank, and hesitated to speak.

Roland silently picked up the test tube that had been blown white by the wind.

When you hold it up to your eyes, you can see a layer of silver frost rising on its surface.

The test tube was filled with frosty cold, and a blizzard was raging.

It's as if someone stuffed the world's highest and most frozen snow-capped peak into this glass tube, no bigger than an index finger. It not only contains a strange power, but you could even say it's a miniature ice and snow world.

It gave Roland a wonderful feeling.

"I always feel that it is alive."

Roland swayed a few times.

Shake the mountain in the test tube until it causes an avalanche.

soon.

It begins to 'melt' from the summit, rolling all the way into a huge snow waterfall.

This is Kishhai's return gift, an exchange for "Spider's Kiss" and "Breath of Order": a mystical organ.

Interestingly.

This time, no wrench was needed; there were similar records in Shandel's 'little library'.

"They are indeed alive."

The cerebrospinal fluid of the child with multiple heads.

A race born from the hearts of the cold and rational. Hatched from cerebral fluid, growing on the cortex…

of course.

It's not actually inside a human brain or heart.

Roland has some authority to speak on this matter.
-
Right?

The flame in his eyes seemed to be asleep.

“I must warn you, Roland. The cerebrospinal fluid of the multi-headed race is extremely dangerous. I have seen the bishop's manuscript, which records three surgeries: two of the high-ringed individuals never woke up from the operating table…”

Roland rested his chin on his hand and shook the glass tube aimlessly.

"There's another one."

“There’s one left…” Shandel tilted his head to look at him: “His memory is forever stuck on the day the sun rose.”

This is not a particularly rare 'secret organ'—the ritualists are well aware of the value of secret organs, but unfortunately, the 'multi-headed race' is not among them.

These giants with many heads who can manipulate ice and snow aren't too difficult to deal with. If an ignorant wanderer spends his days roaming the Sleeping World, spending years there, he might survive the storms and, with exceptional luck, extract 'organs' from these monsters...

By then.

He will discover that these silvery, star-like liquids…

It's not as valuable as they thought.

"Compared to the price that this cerebrospinal fluid requires, its power is negligible."

"Shandel said."

"If you were to use it... I would find a needle, pierce it through the slit of your eye socket, and send it into your brain..."

Roland silently clenched the test tube, hesitated for half a second, and then put it back in his pocket.

“You don’t seem to be trying to stop me from taking the risk, Xander.”

The girl only gave him a sickeningly sweet smile.

Rather than stopping...

I'd rather kiss your brain.

(End of this chapter)