The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1154 Ch.1153 Alluring Scent
Natalia was not 'born crazy,' a fact that Sender knew all too well.

But that's a long and unethical story.

“…Little Xander likes strange things, exotic things. Otherwise, why would she bring you here? If you only have an arm, I’ll tell you in detail how she soothes herself every night…” The woman rudely pushed Xander away, leaned closer to Roland, and revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

My mouth was filled with the scent of photinia flowers.

Roland frowned subconsciously.

This smell…

"I had someone bring these back from the Holy Cross, you stupid monsters. They're all the purest white blood of the Holy Child..."

Roland silently turned his head and glanced at Xander, meaning:

Not just pastors?

Sender shrugged playfully: 'You're not a proper believer.'

“Roland Collins, mentor. This is Roland Collins, Fernandez Devinson—the adjutant of the Owl of the Inquisition, my teammate, Enid Jutia’s lover… I suppose there’s an identity you value? He’s not a ‘gift’ I gave you.”

After a certain name popped up, Natalia suddenly looked up and stared at Roland.

Like a hawk about to swoop down and strike.

“…Enid Judea…ah…I know…I know her…a…unique-smelling…her lover?” Natalia clicked her tongue, put her hands behind her back, and circled Roland halfway around: “Just your judge’s…lover?”

The woman turned around and glanced at Xander, whose expression remained unchanged.

"Or...it's something you all share..."

The words have not yet fallen.

She suddenly reached out and pressed Roland's hand, then moved her hand away before he could react in surprise.

He lifted it up using the flames from the cracks in the stove.

He gestured with his large hand and chuckled, "...You've found yourself a canyon destroyer, Little Xander. Are all humanoid mutants this 'different'?"

"The people of the Holy Cross are horribly depraved."
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In theory, I am also a member of the Holy Cross.

"I didn't avoid you."

“I am human, Ms. Natalia. As Shandel said, I have come to visit you today—” As he spoke, Roland silently turned to the side, his hands unconsciously hanging down.

Natalia waved her hand, and while Roland wasn't looking, she followed the trajectory of her hand back inward and scratched her nose—while also taking a deep breath.

"You can't fool me, you little mutant. Just like in the red-light district, you can tell at a glance who's all show and no substance. You reek of 'mutant'..."

The words paused.

She turned back again and stared at Xander for a long time.

His laughter was somewhat frightening.

“I see… Come, little Xander, you stupid mutant. Come, let’s sit down and talk…”

She led them out of the kitchen—before that, Shandel had silently extinguished the flames on the stove with a kettle, freeing the two suffering slices of bread.

To be honest, there was no place in the living room where they could "sit down and talk." Natalia simply pushed the clothes on the sofa, the hernia belt with the broken button, a few tissues, some old books whose value was hard to say, and a stone sculpture of a human head with patterns onto the floor.

(And one of them cracked.)
This barely made room for two people.

She sat on the floor.

“Tell me, little alien, how did something like you manage to find me…” Natalia rubbed her hands together, seemingly still not quite finished: “Everything has a price, you understand?”

The woman's eyes were filled with greed.

“I understand, ma’am.”

Roland nodded.

“I hope you can…” Roland paused, looking at the woman who was a few inches shorter than him and whose gaze was directly aimed at an inappropriate place, and subconsciously crossed his legs: “I hope you can first tell me about the selection of the saintess.”

"Is this movement a little difficult for you?"
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To shut up.

"I mean, the part that Sandel doesn't know."

Natalia licked her lips.

Selection of Saintess...

Little Xander's lover has become interested in the selection of the saintess...

"If you abandon her because of a past that doesn't exist, I guarantee you won't live to see the snow... Ha... the woman of the Kratoffer family..."

Roland shook his head: "Whether Xander is a saint or a prostitute is not important to me, Ms. Natalia. I have a friend who was chosen and luckily won the competition, so—"

"'Luck'?" Natalia chuckled. "Pure souls don't get lucky, aliens. Your friend... is she rich?"

"Do not."

"Is she of age?"

"Do not."

Is she a ritual performer?

"Do not."

The three consecutive "no"s made Natalia's tone even more cheerful: "Then she must be happy to do it, alien."

Sweet as honey. This phrase made Roland involuntarily turn to Sender.

The other party said the same thing.

"Let me think."

Natalia rubbed her palms, her gaze first fixed on Roland's eyes, then after a few seconds, as if thinking of something, she regretfully looked away and turned to his ears.

Then, he shook his head.

Next, down to the abdomen.

He glanced at Xander, whose smile was becoming increasingly exaggerated.

He moved away reluctantly.

"...This secret is worth a lot of money, Xenomorph."

“I have plenty of money, madam.”

“That’s why you’re such a stupid mutant. When you’re negotiating, saying you’re rich is practically like telling the other side, ‘Come and rob me!’ Of course, I don’t want your money…” Natalia tapped the pattern on her forehead.

Only then did Roland notice.

Her fingers and nails were covered with fine, light brown down.

"I want your fingers...ten..."

Sender coughed.

Natalia paused, then quickly corrected herself: "Five..."

He coughed again.

"three…"

cough.

“Shandel Kratofer! All secrets come at a price! Three is the bottom line!” Natalia yelled, “Don’t think you’re mine…”

“I think three fingers is a reasonable price, madam. But how shall I ‘pay’ you?” Roland said lightly, opening his palm and turning it over and over.

"How do I pay?" Natalia's eyes were sinister. "Now, if you'd like."

"Now?"

"Now."

"here?"

"Right here."

Click.

There was a flash of silver light.

The sharp blade spun in front of his palm.

Index finger, middle finger, and ring finger.

Three blood-stained fingers landed in front of Natalia.

What's unusual is that the woman showed neither surprise nor joy. She simply watched Roland, whose expression remained unchanged, focusing on the golden blood that had quickly stopped flowing: "I've never made a mistake..."

then.

To Roland's astonishment, he grabbed the three fingers, mixed them with the golden blood, and stuffed them whole into his mouth.

Not a moment.

The crunching sound of chewing became the only sound in the room.

"Hmm... the siren's throat... of course... it's so easy to tell... your charm can even make little Xander bow down..."

crunch.

chew.

"Oh? The blood of ancient angels. Ha... I knew it... I knew it when I saw the gold flowing..."

crunch.

chew.

chew…

The chewing sound stopped.

Natalia almost squeezed her brown eyeballs out of their sockets!
She clutched her throat, let out a wail, and collapsed to the floor, the explosion of "mystery" sending up an invisible shockwave!

"It's the sky... the sky..."

She lay on the ground, her eyes fixed on Roland.

Despite the chilling gaze, the corners of his mouth were unnaturally turned upwards.

"I was right... I knew it... I've always been right..."

(End of this chapter)