The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 150 Ch.149 Familiar Cake

Roland Collins.

Shandel Kratov.

The two novice executives followed the "order" and went to look for Mr. Benevento separately. Since Roland had seen him once, there was no need to compare him one by one with the photos given before.

Brown curly hair, brown eyes, pointed nose, and spots on the left side of his face.

Above his lips he had a thick, meticulously groomed mustache that curled to the sides.

Roland started from the other side, leaving the band behind.

He had to go to another garden on the side of the mansion and enter from the other side, going in the opposite direction from Chandel.

But when he walked through the clean and tidy corridor and entered the side hall under the guidance of the servant, he saw someone who definitely should not be here.

She was wearing a light camel silk dress with lace embroidered below the leg-of-mutton sleeves and at the neckline; a sky blue belt; and a lilac pattern faintly visible in the pleats of the skirt.

She was wearing tulle gloves, holding a wine glass, and chatting happily with a gentleman.

As time went on, there were fewer and fewer people in the side hall.

So, from Roland's perspective, he could see: the green-eyed lady with a sweet smile was raising her glass with her lips pursed as she told a joke, and then she turned slightly and put her other hand into the pocket of the unlucky gentleman...

His fingers quickly picked out a small leather clip.

'Steal wherever you go.'

Roland didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stepped forward.

His size was hard to ignore, and soon, two people looked over.

"Excuse me." Roland came to the table and nodded slightly to the man: "I'm here to see my friend, sir."

The unfortunate man looked at the woman and then at Roland.

This rude and rude behavior made him look disgusted, but he still kept a decent smile on his face. He bowed slightly to the woman and took a half step back: "Of course, see you later, ma'am."

Then he turned and left, leaving Roland behind.

"…I don't know you, sir." The woman looked at Roland and paused in his eyes for a moment. Her words were full of caution: "Perhaps you can remind me?"

Roland nodded at her: "Come with me, Catwhisker."

“Cat——” The woman hesitated for a moment, as if she remembered something, and suddenly exclaimed: “Pretty face?!”

The two people walked one in front and one behind, towards the corner of the corridor.

There is a single-person washroom there.

"Your guts are enough to land you in jail."

Roland had just closed the bathroom door and had no time to look around when Rose rushed up with her skirt lifted up, pinching his arm and pinching his face.

"Oh my God! How did you get into this state?!"

Roland stepped back and said with a smile, "I've gained weight, Rose."

"Nonsense." Miss Snitch rolled her eyes, put her hands behind her back, and walked around Roland.

She stopped in front of him and suddenly leaned forward.

"…You can see it?" Even if Rose was slow to react, she could still sense it. "You can see me, right?"

She did not wait for Roland's answer, nor did she ask "why". Instead, she quickly took a few steps back, turned her back to Roland, and began to fiddle with her hair and face.

She produced a round hand mirror from somewhere.

Roland: ...

"Praise her for her beauty, and say she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen."
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Too glib.

After half a minute, the girl turned around.

She seemed to pinch her face several times.

Her face was flushed.

"How am I doing?"

Rose ran her fingers across the belt, lifted her skirt, and turned lightly in a half circle.

"How am I doing?"

"Very beautiful." Roland replied with a smile, "The most beautiful one I have ever seen."

"whispering sound."

The girl looked very happy.

However, the next moment, she realized that something was wrong - this was their first meeting in London.

This should also be the first time Roland saw her.

"How did you recognize me?"

Obviously, a few words of boasting could not completely fool the matter: "You should have never seen what I look like, pretty face." She "jumped" in front of Roland, put her hands behind her back, and looked at Roland nose to nose with a suspicious look on her face.

"You lied, didn't you?"

"You can see it when you're in Fork County."

She bared her fangs like an angry fox and punched Roland.

"I can smell your familiar scent and remember your special voice, Rose. Besides, who is as skilled as you?" As Roland spoke, he found that the girl in front of him became more and more...

Her smile didn't look like a fox's, but more like a well-behaved pet dog's.

"That's normal. They all belong to the canine family."
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That was not what I meant.

"Smelling the scent of a young girl and telling her in front of her that you remembered it..." "Some scumbags are born that way."
"Someone, someone. He was born granular."
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Don't you know my name?

"You are completely shameless now, aren't you?"

"I'll take what you said as true..."

"You are such a liar..." Rose lowered her head unnaturally, smoothed her hair, and cleared her throat: "...Okay, pretty face, I will take what you said as true. Don't say these things anymore..."

She started shaking her fist again.

Roland pretended to be horrified: "…Don't kill me, Ms. Vansittart."

"You said you couldn't see it." Rose snorted twice, and soon she returned to her playful and smiling appearance, took out the wallet from her skirt again, looked down and flipped through it, feeling satisfied. "The men and women here are all very rich, sooner or later I will rush in with a carriage and rob them all."

Roland watched her put away her wallet, then bend her arm, take out two large gold coins from her high-pile hair and put them into her collar.

He turned his body slightly.

This action caused Miss Thief to chuckle.

"So, why are you here, Rose?" Roland sighed after the joke and asked, "Stealing at the party... How did you get the invitation?"

Someone's green eyes rolled around without answering.

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

"My sister."

"Who?"

"My...sister."

"Who?"

"The person who asked this question is not a gentleman at all!" The girl glared at Roland and said, "My men!"

"Then you should be in the main hall."

"I don't know either." Rose shrugged, tapped her feet, jumped to the sink, picked up the bundle of candles on the slate, and tried to stuff them into her skirt a few times, but failed.

So, he turned around with a drooping face.

"The food and drinks here are so tempting, and the men and women are all shining! I can't help it..."

She excitedly described to Roland how she easily "borrowed" things from these people, and how much money these things could be converted into on the black market.

She was a little excited, but not as crazy as Shandel.

She was not a ritualist and had no scars.

But it was also affected.

"Drink it."

Roland took out a bottle of holy water and handed it over.

Rose looked at the golden test tube, then at Roland. After hesitating for a moment, she took it and shook it in front of her eyes: "What is this?"

“Holy water.”

"Holy water? I seem to have heard of it... What is it good for?"

"Drink it."

Rose looked at Roland and saw that he was serious, so she pulled out the cork and drank the golden liquid in it.

He smacked his lips a few more times.

"Isn't it poison?"

"It's too late for you to ask now."

Rose's action of drinking the holy water without hesitation made Roland suddenly feel some strange and sweet emotions.

He rolled his tongue subconsciously.

If emotions have flavor.

"You are trusted, scumbag cat."
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I don't like this nickname.

"I don't like the 'wrench' either. Can you give me one instead?"
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You can call me anything.

"You fucking..."

Ignoring the insults in his sight, Roland pointed at the empty glass tube in the girl's hand and tapped his forehead a few times: "How do you feel?"

Rose didn't understand and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, her expression twisted and she quickly lowered her head.

Some emotions recede like the tide.

When she raised her head again, her face was full of solemnity.

“It’s like wiping the fog off the glass.”

She touched her face, her eyes wide open, as if she was still savoring the crazy emotions that had just surged in her heart...

Roland smiled and said, "You don't miss the watches and coins in the pockets of gentlemen so much now, do you?"

As he spoke, he watched the green-eyed lady flip her palm and hide the glass tube in her sleeve, then turn around, unpack the bundles of candles, and stuff them one by one into her skirt, then grab a few boxes of matches, a comb, a can of tooth powder, and two bars of soap.

After hiding, she stretched contentedly and turned back leisurely, only to find the young man with a troubled look on his face:
"What did you say?"

Roland: ...

"Let this Doraemon go back and rest early."

(End of this chapter)