The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 151 Ch.150 Late Support

In view of Roland's threat: "If you don't explain clearly, hand over the stolen goods."

Rose had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I came to my sister and I told the truth."

Rose pursed her lips: "…but they don't seem to be here."

The matter started half a month ago.

"…Mr. Diamond found new 'jobs' for some of the sisters in the gang - some special jobs."

"They are going to serve the 'big guys'."

Speaking of "serving", Rose glanced at Roland quickly: "...but only a few girls who used to work in this field can do it. I... people like us don't have to do it."

She said the girls were given a 'promise'.

As long as they serve the big guys for a period of time, they can get some money - then they can either return to the gang or find a small place, change their identities, find a man, and live a peaceful life.

"About twenty people went..."

Rose said.

“But they didn’t come back.”

Roland tapped his trouser line with his fingers, thinking.

"Mr. Diamond said they took the money, changed their identities, and went to a 'small place' far away from London..." Rose put her hands on her hips: "But, 'all'? All of them? Not even one of them came back with a message! They disappeared, Roland! There must be something wrong!"

"So, who do they serve?" Roland asked.

Rose shook her head.

"I don't know. I just heard that it was through an invitation..." Her eyes rolled around: "...I stole one from my husband, so..."

"That's why I met you here." Roland sighed.

After Roland asked, it was Rose's turn.

She has a lot of problems, too.

"So, why are you here? Is it something to do with my sisters?"

Roland felt that he was facing the same situation as Rose: if he didn't tell the truth, this lawless lady would probably pretend to agree and then sneak back.

"This is a cultist's lair, Rose. Whatever you want to investigate, you can wait until later. It's dangerous here."

"Cultists?!" Rose suddenly raised her voice, then quickly lowered it, and approached Roland slyly: "...You said, this place, this salon, this place with a garden, is, is the...home of the cultists...those...criminals?"

Roland nodded: "The host of the party is a cultist, Rose. I advise you to leave as soon as possible. It is very dangerous."

"I ran away secretly. Whether I'm caught or not, I'll be punished when I go back..." The girl muttered, her green eyes flashing with excitement: "...The police are going to catch the criminal, right? Maybe..."

"Can I help you?"

"I'm so strong!"

"…maybe I can 'pick up' something."

Roland smiled: "You mainly want to 'pick up' something, Rose."

The extremely greedy girl grinned and raised her palm: thin gauze gloves wrapped around her slender and soft fingers.

A slender silver fish swirled around them, weaving between their fingertips.

It was a sharp blade.

"How about it? I can cut open a man's trouser pocket, a woman's handbag, and a thin necklace." She was eager to try, not feeling how scary the cultists were at all: "I can beat two or three of you!"

Roland silently lifted his coat.

Let her see the multi-barreled gun he was carrying.

Rose: ...

“Times have changed.”

"We will arrest her today, as well as all those who are related to the cult. I will ask someone to ask you... where your sisters are. How is it?" Roland slowly stretched out his hand towards the fast-swimming 'fish'.

Rose certainly didn't expect that he would dare to reach out for the sharp blade, so she quickly clamped half a finger's length of the sharp blade - which allowed Roland to easily remove the blade.

"I'll help you find their whereabouts, and after that, you have to help me."

Roland held the blade and waved it in front of her: "Are you in agreement?"

Agree?
These words brought Rose back to that small town in a trance.

In that dirty alley, I led my men to block him.

A young man with a calm face but dead eyes.

He made a deal with her.

"I..." Rose bit her lips unwillingly, but her eyes suddenly looked behind Roland——

Behind the nothingness.

When Roland turned his gaze and looked back, the blade in his hand had disappeared.

"I agreed."

Rose quickly retreated to the door, holding the blade between her legs, and waving it triumphantly: "...Your skills are far inferior to mine, Roland. Next time we meet, if you get hurt, I will laugh at you!"

"You don't even know where I live, Rose."

"You underestimate us. I'll ask around and I'll find out soon."

She turned her palm over, then back again, and the blade disappeared without a trace.

"When we meet later, tell me the good news, pretty face."

The girl opened the door a little and went out. After a while, she poked her face back in and blinked.

Only then closed the door completely.

The bathroom became quiet.

Flames leap.

"You know there won't be any good news."
-
Rose should know this too.

"Where do you think her sisters are?"

Roland remained silent, opened the door, and went to the main hall.

…………

……

Shandel Kratov found Mr. Benevento.

This girl who occasionally went to the slums to enjoy her "little hobby" showed Roland another side of her at the party - another side with an extraordinary background.

She wasn't staring in a corner.

Instead, he took the initiative to step forward and start a conversation with the target.

When Roland came to her table not far away, they happened to be chatting about a young poet who was just beginning to make a name for himself in the art world and his father, an unknown sculptor.

Truly integrating into the circle of ladies and gentlemen is something Roland has not yet been able to do.

He was born without such abilities - he had not been nurtured by years, and his 'humble' background could only make his imitation superficial. And the death of Cherry Chloe made his heart, which had just felt a little warm, more and more impatient:

To these boring people and the boring rules they follow.

But Shandel Kratov managed it with ease.

"…Yeah, I have some in my study, too. Who knew they were so keen on observing?"

It was unknown what the two were talking about, but the elderly Benevento seemed very happy.

While chatting and laughing, Xiandel saw Roland not far away.

So she quickly said goodbye to the old gentleman in front of her and came to Roland with a glass of champagne.

"It seems to be going well." Roland picked up a French fry and put it in his mouth to chew.

"It's not difficult," Shandel nodded slightly, and as he looked around, his lips touched: "Mr. Benevento is easy to deal with."

"That's great, Kratov."

Roland imitated her usual behavior and clapped his hands while speaking.

This made the girl puff up her cheeks and glare at him.

"I just moved my mouth, Roland... do you want to taste the champagne?"

"I'm not a big fan of alcohol, especially champagne."

"You should learn." Perhaps because he had completed the task assigned by Enid, Shandel was obviously much more relaxed. "…This is my first time to carry out a mission alone and face cultists."

"What was it like the first time you faced a cultist?"

She was referring to the time Roland was at Chloe's party.

At the banquet...

Roland had very bad memories of that battle.

"I do hate champagne."

"What?" Xiandel didn't understand what Roland said.

"It's almost time."

Roland shook his head slightly and took out a pocket watch from his inner pocket (he found it in the drawer of a big captain. He strongly requested Roland to return it after the mission, saying it was a gift from his grandfather. However, Roland found five low-quality pocket watches of the same appearance.)
time…

almost.

Ms. Enid, why haven't you come yet?

(End of this chapter)