The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1165 Ch.1164 Night Visit
Without mentioning how Roland obtained the dragon bones.

Rose now has two pieces of news to consider: one good news and one bad news.

The good news is that she has the opportunity to travel and have fun with Roland in other cities!

The bad news is…

She can't go.

—Because Shandel Kratofer isn't going.

The woman claimed she would stay in London to watch over Enid Juditia in case this unique, unquenchable flame of the waking world caused any major trouble; as a remedy, she might even seek help from her grandfather…

of course.

Rose believed her second statement more.

—If Roland doesn't return after thirty days and Enid dies, she must immediately go to Roland's house and kill his foster parents.

and so.

Rose can't go out with Roland anymore.

The responsible young thief decides to stay in London to keep an eye on Sandel Cratoff, in case the crazy woman does something bad.

Before setting off, Roland visited the people he was supposed to visit in turn:
Taylor, Deloz, Darwin, Daniel Heffer, and others also told Jam and old Collins that they needed to go on a 'short business trip'—and Jam was quite reluctant, so he prepared three suitcases of luggage for him in half an afternoon.

Thank you, Halida.

— Incidentally, Roland also took the time to visit Theodore.

The knight recovered well, and upon learning that Roland was going on a long journey, he repeatedly asked to go with him: he felt that Roland had helped him too much, and he had to find a way to repay him.

That's true...

Is there anything wrong with it?

This time, only Harida accompanied him on the trip, and having Theodore with him was like having a high ring.

"What about you?"

After agreeing to the knight's request, Roland looked at the 'girl' who was mending his gloves: Miss Lulu with white hair and pink eyes.

After Theodore finishes "repaying" Roland, Rupert Benevento will probably be next.

"Me?" Rupert put down his gloves, looking puzzled. "Me?"

“Aren’t you coming with that stupid knight? This time, we’re going to the southwest. Didn’t you say in your letter that you ‘have never been anywhere’—you’re going to come with me?”

The girl in the chair shrank her soft-soled cloth shoes into the hem of her lace-trimmed skirt and glared at Roland: "Who wrote 'never been anywhere' in a letter?"

"You yourself, Miss Lulu."

“I’ve never written these things to you in my letters… I hardly ever write to you.” She turned Roland away, slapped the half-repaired glove on the blond man’s leg, and got up to leave.

"The southwest, the coast...? I'm not going to a place full of lowly people and poor bastards." She shook the two trembling golden flowers on her shoulders and left.

Theodore and Roland were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"...Who is she calling a lowly person?" Roland scoffed.

“I assure you you’re not inside, Mr. Collins,” Theodore said, suppressing a laugh as he picked up the gloves and resumed his mending. “Let me repay your kindness, sir. Perhaps you don’t need a ritual performer of my caliber, but… I know…”

As he sewed, Theodore lowered his voice:
"Anything that's inconvenient for you, you can leave it to me. Now..."

After all, he was already a wanted criminal.

"Didn't you ever consider how much trouble it would cause me to work alongside a wanted criminal as an executive officer?" Roland laughed heartily.

He figured out exactly what kind of person Theodore Gabriel Thackeray was.

Just as Fernandez de Winsson was able to abandon Gilles Fonseca for his 'faith', Theodore was the same: he believed he was walking the standard path of a gentleman, and his own moral character and the burning passion for evil constantly propelled his warhorse, raising dust on its hooves.

But this knight was definitely not as 'righteous' as he thought he was—

He hadn't considered at all how much trouble Roland would cause if he were to travel with him after he became a wanted man.

Theodore's face instantly changed, and he quickly sat up: "Lady! I hadn't even considered that—"

"Come on," Roland rolled his eyes. "Your condition isn't considered serious among us... We're leaving early the day after tomorrow, so you'd better pack your bags tonight... Tell Lulu not to bring too many dresses; my maid won't help."

Theodore paused, stunned. "Miss Lulu... she just said, absolutely—"

Roland patted his knees and stood up.

"I never listen to answers with my eyes." ...

……

We'll set off early the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow, early in the morning.

The next morning, right?

Mr. Collins.

So why did you appear in my room the night before?
Theodore looked helplessly at the blinds at the corner of the two walls, and at the head peeking out from outside.

She was blinking her big golden eyes at him, trying to wink at him.

The blind man winked at me, ma'am.

"...Mr. Collins, it's already past midnight."

Theodore, wearing a long bathrobe, opened the window.

The person hanging outside the wall does not come in.

"I know the time. We should leave when the sun rises."

“That will have to wait until the sun rises, Mr. Collins,” Theodore rubbed his temples. “It’s far too early now… Aren’t you coming in?”

"Me? No, no, I still need to go find Lulu."

Theodore stood by the window, watching the thief-like executive, his expression indescribable.

Mr. Collins…

They have a really strong drive to take action.

“I don’t think the Benevento children would be willing to take this adventure with us, sir. Besides, my identity… my identity… Mr. Collins? Sir? You—”

Before he could finish speaking, the man had already clung to the wall and swung away like a monkey.

The night was woven like mist.

The building's name was Benevento, and Theodore dared not call Roland's name out loud, so he could only hoarsely utter, "Mr. Collins."

A reply came from afar, carried on the moonlight.

'Don't—make—a—sound—it—is—too—dangerous—'

Theodore: ?

Who is doing something dangerous? Mr. Collins?
If the ritual guardians of the Benevento family were to catch the executor, a swordsman of the court, sneaking to the Benevento's window at night to try and kidnap his youngest son…

This investigation might even lead to the capture of a wanted criminal.

great.

Theodore rubbed his face to cheer himself up and paced around the room a few times.

Excellent, Treehead.

I can't think of a single solution.

Having had frequent contact with Lulu Benevento these past few days, Theodore believed he had gained some understanding of the girl's personality.

She may seem a bit 'harsh', but she's actually incredibly kind. It's just that being born in Benevento makes it impossible for her to be on the same page as certain groups: for example, those who can't even afford a few gold bars.

Miss Lulu will not accept Mr. Collins' invitation.

Since she said she wouldn't go, she absolutely won't.

—Moreover, given Miss Lulu's status…

How could the owners of the Benevento family allow such a 'stain' to be flaunted everywhere?
If they could, Rupert Benevento wouldn't just exist in vague conversations.

hope…

Mr. Collins will not anger her.

The worried knight leaned against the window, his vision unable to penetrate the night fog.

(End of this chapter)