The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 118 Ch.117 The Mysterious Egg
The dense forest is still damp.

The silver-cast world seems to be always wet, with fresh dewdrops hanging on it, but there is no sunlight all year round.

The fog had dissipated much more than Roland had in previous visits.

It’s revealing more of itself.

To Roland.

Glowing white trees and winding silver streams washing over pebbles as clear as purple gems.

Roland was barefoot, and the cold silver water of the stream washed over his ankles.

He crossed the stream and came to the familiar dense forest, under the familiar tree canopy.

Among the branches and vines that seemed to be carefully carved by an artist, there was no trace of that familiar little figure.

"Hello! Roroland!"

No such sound appeared.

Roland twisted the pinky ring slightly and raised his head.

Pale flames blew through the trees and merged with the silver.

"Aurora?"

he called softly.

The sound was swallowed up in the fog and could not travel far.

"Aurora Lola?"

No one answered.

He headed towards the edge of the dense forest, and came to the 'wall' where the fog was thickest - the white mist enveloped the way, and even the candlelight in his eyes could not penetrate it.

"You feel the danger."

"Your feeling is right."

"You don't need to explore the unknown yet, Roland."
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wrench.

"what."
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I remember you couldn't come here with me before?

"Now I can."

Roland:?
"That goblin left."
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So, what happens?
"She can sense my presence, so I won't appear in front of her."

"She's very rude."
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Why do I feel like you 'know' her?

"You feel wrong."
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No, I mean, if you recognize...

"You feel wrong."
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You just said I felt...

"You feel wrong."

Roland: ...

"People who are too curious will never have blood pumping to their lower body."

Although Roland didn't know what Wrench was saying, he somehow felt that it was a very vicious curse.

"Go back to the white tree, Roland."

it says.
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White tree?

"Turn around."

Roland turned back.

"forward."

He moved forward.

"left."

"The second one."

"stop."

Roland followed the instructions in his eyes and stopped under a tree - this was where he often stayed.

Sometimes, he sat under the tree, and Aurora lay on top of his head, or slept on his collar or his collarbone.

Occasionally she would lie on his lower abdomen or chest.

If he lies down to rest.

The two of them often talked about irrelevant things, suddenly fell asleep, and when they woke up, they accused each other of snoring.

It was such a fun time.

"Aurora..."

Where did it go?
"Don't you miss her a little?"

"A vicious goblin?"
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She helped me a lot.

"I didn't realize she helped you in any way."
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My way, wrench.
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She gave me my path.

"You can find your way without her."
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maybe.
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But, according to you, I might be able to survive without Yam, without Miss Nina, and without Enid.
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So, I don't have to thank anyone, right?

"...you will protect your friends, don't I?"
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Of course you are.
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I will be with you till I die, darling.

"…whispering sound."

"Look under your ass, idiot."

"So, a blind man is a blind man."
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Under the butt?

Roland was stunned.

He half-knelt on the ground, holding onto the tree trunk.

The soft silver needles under the tree showed signs of having been turned over.
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There's something in the soil.
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Aurora left it for me?

"Obviously."
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Is it a gift?
"Or is it Su Yue's body?"

Roland: ...

There were many times when he wanted to curse.

Roland gently lifted the vegetation and used his fingers to loosen the soil.

Maybe it was really left by Aurora.

Because it was buried very shallowly.

Yes…

A small brown wooden box the size of a palm.

There is no lock.

There were words engraved on it that he shouldn't be able to understand, but he could.

There is more to Blaze than just the name.

……

"Strange Item: Magic Box (Alien)"

"A storage box made of dryad skin and bones."

"It can provide endless vitality to the things inside."

"Until the magic box completely loses its effectiveness."

"Note: Please do not place human embryos in it, as you will hatch a creature that is definitely not what you want to see."

……

Roland gently pushed open the lid.

The ordinary wooden box was filled with soft silver needle grass.

In the grass nest, there stood a milky white egg.

Just a little smaller than the box.

Next to the egg, there was a small note folded.

Roland sat down cross-legged.

"Hello, Roland!"

Write on the note.

Seeing this line of flying words, Roland couldn't help but think of the little lady who jumped around and was never at peace except when sleeping.

A smile appeared on his face.

"I'm going out to visit someone and won't be home for a while!"

"The egg in the box is my gift to you (it will never hatch into another Aurora!)"

"(It won't hatch another Aurora!)"

"Guess what?"

"You'll never guess!"

"The magic box will provide her with enough vitality."

"You just need to be with her every night, look at her, put her next to your pillow, and let her feel your breath."

"Talk to her once in a while."

"soon…"

"Or very slowly."

“She will be born!”

"Next time we meet, remember to thank me!"

"——I like the little nest on your head, Aurora (or Aurora Lola)."

Roland shook the paper and looked at the white egg again.

Lieyan did not give a more specific explanation.

……

"Egg (Alien)"

……

Alien eggs...

He was able to embark on the road to greatness thanks to the help of a fairy.

just now.

He also needs to hatch an alien egg.

He is the executive officer of the Inquisition.

This made Roland feel like "raising a sheep among wolves".

“When you dug out Wilson and Chloe’s eyes and smashed their bones… why didn’t you say you were an executive officer?”

Roland chuckled.
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That's what they deserve.

"This alien shouldn't die."
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I know.
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I will take good care of it.

"Anyway, Father Roland, please take good care of our child."

Roland: ...
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I haven't been starving you lately.

"You've been talking to yourself lately, what qualifications do you have to criticize me?"
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Who told you not to see the door panel?

"The door panel is..."
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My knight.

"Oh my god, you even gave him a name?!"
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Everyone should have a name.

"…Promise me, Roland."

"Don't name anything anymore, okay?"
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Look at its sword, does it look like a door panel?
"You look like a door panel to me."

"Change your name, please. I don't want any more victims besides me..."

"Gawain."

"Just call me Gawain."

"And you! Are not allowed to name this egg! I'll give it a name! Got it?!"
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The door panel is actually quite...

"It's called Gawain."

"Gawain."

"Even though I can't see you, you could be this psycho's fantasy."

"But you have to thank me."

"Do you know?"

"If he calls you a door panel in the future, you must never agree..."

Roland pouted, put the box on his stomach, hugged his head, and leaned against the tree trunk.

The mist brought water vapor.

The gentle breeze blew and he soon fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)