The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 127: Evil Dog
Roland was surprised when he was invited.

Because Lavia Headey came in person.

This maid from the Mince-Chloe family, who seemed unremarkable to him, turned out to be the Queen's attendant - this undoubtedly made him realize that he was involved in a conspiracy.

In other words, Cherry Chloe was drawn into a conspiracy.

"I tried to save her, but she was too stupid."

"I can't do anything about stupid people."

The maid was no longer as respectful as before. She looked at Roland expressionlessly, like a cold doll.

She sat only halfway up the stool, her upper body erect, and whispered a thank you as old Collins poured her tea.

"This is a private invitation, and it will not bring you any honor - but His Majesty's eyes are already honor enough, Roland Collins. I hope you can use your enthusiasm for other things - such as ladies who are not loved by their husbands, rather than publicizing this matter."

"It will not add any charm to you, but will make you many enemies."

"I hope you can understand what I mean. Considering your past cleverness towards the lady, I think you should be able to understand."

Roland drank his tea quietly without saying anything.

Old Collins didn't spoil her.

Apart from Roland, he had never spoiled anyone in his life.

"Then let your king come and invite you personally!"

He supported his hips with the heels of his palms, unceremoniously.

He may have been afraid of the police, but he had no real feelings for the country's distant ruler, a woman who had only been in office for a few years.

"What qualifications do you have to come to my store and give orders?! I am a legal citizen of this country, I have the right to kick you out!"

Lavia Heidi glanced at him indifferently, turned her head, and still stared at Roland.

"Her Majesty is not one of those women who can be easily fooled by you. Oh, I mean your presiding judge, or, Cherry Chloe. Mr. Roland Collins, you should know that your face is not always useful."

"With a soft, powerless body and a mouth that can only speak sweet words, I personally don't think highly of this invitation."

"——Although I can understand Her Majesty, just as she occasionally likes some pet dogs that have no hunting ability."

"As pet dogs, they would be foolish to assume that this preference is permanent and constant."

"Actually, it was just a whim."

“Pet dogs aren’t smart enough.”

"People are not like pet dogs, are they, Mr. Collins?"

Roland put down his teacup and sighed:
"You insulted me, you insulted the dead, you insulted Lady Enid Jutia, and then you invited me."

"That is not what a proper attendant would do."

Lavia Headey's eyes were still sharp as ever. "I treat hounds and pet dogs differently. Roland Collins, fix your face, your hair, and wear the clothes you rarely wear. Now, follow me."

Roland smiled gently, stopping his uncle from saying anything foul language, and waved his hand: "Wait for me to come back, uncle."

…………

……

This is a private invitation.

So, there were no dances, cocktail parties, beautiful girls’ cone-shaped skirts, fragrant barbecues, or sweet juices.

There wasn't even a formal reception ceremony.

He and Lavia Headey got into a 'nondescript' carriage - just like her.

Then, we drove around London for an hour and a half.

During this time, they changed three carriages.

Then, we came to a mansion in the West District.

A door here leads to a room in Buckingham Palace that is heavily guarded by ritualists.

Then, you can walk through the corridor and directly reach the queen's inner palace.

The silent corridor had no servants or guards, that is to say:
This meeting is not only private, but also absolutely confidential.

"If you tell a woman anything about what I saw today when you're trying to please her, I won't be the one coming to your door next time."

"Perhaps you have heard of the name of the Lord of Dispute."

"Trust me. Killing you is as easy as tearing a piece of paper."

Lavia Heidi walked and talked on the soft carpet without looking around.

嗏

She received no response.

The woman frowned and turned back.

The man standing shoulder to shoulder with her had already fallen far away.

He seemed curious—staring curiously at the paintings in the corridor.

Lavia Heidi cursed inwardly and turned back quickly.

"I hope you can keep your secrets to yourself. This is the Queen's palace. A pet like you—"

Click.

She heard the sound of guns being loaded.

This made the woman alert instantly.

She drew the dagger from her waist. "Put down the gun, Roland Collins."

However, Roland did not point the gun at Lavia Headey.

Instead, he pointed at the wall.

"The bullets would gouge into the walls and echo down the corridor."

The man's golden eyes were enchanting, and the honey that was originally flowing seemed to solidify at this moment.

He whispered softly, "This is a private meeting...right, Miss Heidi."

"So, what will the gunshot bring?"

He shook his wrist.

Five-tube pepper box.

Five bullets, enough to cause a loud noise.

No one in this palace is deaf.

Not the Queen or the Queen's men.

Those who spy on the Queen...

Even less so.

Lavia Headey calculated in her mind.

If you expand the "field"...

No, time is not as fast as a bullet.

"Boom."

Roland lip-synced, his smile turning malicious in Lavia Headey's eyes.

Then the smile disappeared.

"I don't care about queens, lenses, carpets, rivers or birds."

"Miss Lavia Hattie, I don't care about your 'private invitation' just like I do."

"The Queen should probably send a letter first and then find an attendant who knows how to respect people."

Lavia Heidi held the dagger in her hand, anger boiling in her heart.

She couldn't kill this hateful man, or even hurt him - killing Roland would mean destroying the queen's plan and offending Enid Judya.

She could never do that.

"You owe my family, my lady, my friend - a little respect."

"Miss Heidi, did you give it or not?"

Roland placed his index finger on the trigger and pressed down gently...

"No!" Lavia Heidi whispered to stop him, but her voice was urgent: "Do you know what your fate will be?! You want the Inquisition to be our enemy?! You already have enemies everywhere!"

Roland chuckled: "Of course the Inquisition will not become an enemy of the Queen because of me."

He looked directly at Lavia Heidi and said jokingly, "How could the court hear gunshots when it's so far away from the palace? Couldn't you kill me before that?"

Lavia Heidi glared at Roland with the most vicious look in her life: "Do you know what you are doing, Mr. Collins?"

However, Roland Collins just looked at her silently.

"Apologize," he said.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Apologize."

"I work for the Queen and am never threatened by anyone."

Roland nodded and sighed regretfully: "It seems that we are the same person. Then..."

"and many more!"

Lavia Headey wanted to kill him.

just now.

immediately.

"I apologize."

Roland made a 'please' gesture.

"I'll, I'll..." She gritted her teeth, "Apologize to Enid Jutia... You stinking dog! I..."

Roland interrupted with a look of surprise: "If I remember correctly, you just insulted three people? Or is it that your ears are located on the top of your head, so you can only hear sounds from above?"

Lavia Heidi was furious, her eyes fixed on the hateful man.

"Well, thank you for your apology, I will only shoot for Cherry Croy and Pushou Collins--"

"I apologize, Roland Collins." Lavia Heidi's face darkened and she spoke out to stop him: "...I apologize for Pushu Collins and Cherry Chloe. I shouldn't have insulted your relatives and friends, and I shouldn't have insulted Ms. Enid Jutia..."

Roland released his index finger from the trigger and smiled kindly:

"It seems that you respect others."

"do you know?"

"Those who obey only when threatened or beaten are more like dogs."

(End of this chapter)