The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 175 Ch.174 Filial Piety
"Have you ever been to the circus, Mr. Rose?"

"Looks like this is my new nickname."

Compared to outside, it was much warmer in the tent.

This huge, almost magnificent performance tent was built by the members of the Mud Ball Circus themselves.

There were people in the corner staring at the charcoal fire, and at the entrance, young men and women in colorful clothes were serving as guides for each ticket.

Shandel and Roland bought a seat in the middle area, which was neither too high nor too low, surrounding the circular half court. There were two cheap cushions on the wooden chairs.

This is quite reasonable considering the ticket price.

"I couldn't even see the world before, so how could I have seen a circus?"

After the two sat down, Shandel took off her fedora and placed it on her lap. She sat elegantly, like the ladies around her, looking forward, tilting her head slightly from time to time, and talking in a low voice - there was no embarrassing situation in the senior seats, unlike the one under them or opposite them:
Some people have already started arguing over seats.

"My grandfather often mentioned you, saying that you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen." There was still some time before the performance started, and Shandel chatted with Roland in a casual manner.

But when it comes to Gary Kratov, Roland is not in a good mood.

The bishop gave him a very bad impression.

Like the trustees of a workhouse.

"Grandpa has been very busy lately. It's like this every winter - the Death Season arrives, some rituals lose their effectiveness, and Hei Weng's people take the opportunity to cause chaos."

As she spoke, she watched Roland's expression until she found what she wanted on his face.

So the girl was happy.

"Look, you found it, didn't you?"

Roland pretended to be confused: "Me? Discovered? Discovered what?"

Shandel raised his slender fingers and gently scratched the back of Roland's hand with his nails.

"That's it." She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled faintly: "My grandfather's little hobby."

Roland: ...

He didn't really want to talk to Cinder about her grandfather's 'little hobby' in such a situation.

"My grandfather was a hero who had prevented countless disasters. But at the same time, he was also a dirty and shameless old man. He insulted many children, threatening them to open their mouths and then shut them tightly after the incident - and the price was..."

"They can be chosen by the Holy Cross as holy children."

There was no smile in Shandel's icy blue eyes. He shook his fingers in front of Roland and said, "One or two shillings a week. If you like them, three. But soon, these children will be expelled from the Holy Cross because of their age."

"Typically, this time ranges from six months to two years."

Roland didn't know why Xiandel told him this.

The occasion is wrong and the relationship is wrong.

This is not something you should talk about between teammates and friends.

"…His tricks are so boring. I heard from a 'holy child' that he covered his legs with pagan scriptures and tricked the child into believing that there was a way to heaven and salvation for mortals…"

The girl twisted a bunch of gray hair between her fingers and talked about this obscene and obscure thing, but she seemed like a woman who was an expert in this field on the red-light district.

"Heaven is not a swamp. It is definitely not muddy or wet."

With a sarcastic look on her face, she slowly moved towards Roland and said in a low voice: "… Roland, he disrespected you and insulted you. You should… kill him."

Unsurprisingly.

Roland saw pure madness and malice in her innocent eyes.

Roland didn't know what was going on between Shandel and her grandfather, but he certainly couldn't give his teammates an undignified lip service here.

"Kratov."

The corners of Roland's mouth gradually lost their curves as he stared at the slightly distorted face in front of him.

He grabbed the hand that was messing around on the back of his hand and legs, grabbed her wrist, and then squeezed it.

Getting tighter.

As his expression became more dangerous and impatient, it was like pouring a handful of hot oil into the flames.

Shandel burned even more fiercely.

She seemed to see what she had been waiting for for a long time. The two ice-blue eyes thawed instantly, becoming soft and moist, and the surging emotions spread out in waves of strong and blooming.

She licked her dry lips and blinked.

She softened. She slowly retreated.

After Roland let go of her hand, she sat back down like a lady.

"It was just a joke, Roland. I hope you hate him, but not me."

Roland looked at her for a moment, rubbing his fingers, and carefully speaking: "...I don't have any opinion on Archbishop Kratov - as long as he stops being rude to me. Frankly speaking, I don't mind shaking hands with people of the same sex. The premise is that it doesn't take too long, and there aren't too many tricks... either."

Shandel glanced at his bony fingers, and stroked his wrist with his other hand, his eyes flickering: "...You should ask Lady Enid to seek justice for you."

Roland smiled and said, "Oh, you are so nice to your grandfather."

Shandel nodded sincerely: "I can do better."

puff.

This made Roland amused.

The smile softened the sharpness on the handsome young man's face.

That dazzling face is now full of energy and vitality.

He was no longer the pale bird on the hospital bed when she first saw him.

Now he is handsome, excellent, a male lion full of charm, enough to attract females without knowing it.

Shandel tightened his grip on his felt hat and quietly watched the most beautiful scenery in the world.

My salvation...

Will it be here...?

Bang-!
There was a loud bang.

Several flames burst out from the center of the circular venue!

The lights in the tent gradually went out, and were replaced by countless torches that had been lit at some unknown time and were burning in the open space of the venue.

A man walked to the center.

Round face.

The figure is slightly bloated.

Wearing a fancy ivory suit with light gold patterns woven all over it.

He had pale curly hair and several of his fingers were covered with gems.

Fancy man.

He shook his head, bowed in all directions in a funny way, then twirled the ring on his finger and said:

"welcome!"

"Welcome everyone to my circus!"

"Mason Lyle's Circus Freak Show!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause from the crowd.

Roland and Cinder also clapped along with the crowd.

"Thank you, thank you. Oh, kid, don't throw the paper down... Well, since you have already thrown it, look carefully next time. My face is worth a fortune now."

This undoubtedly filled the tent with laughter again.

Roland laughed too.

"…I guess you, the rich, the elegant, the beautiful, the noble or the well-off—and many of you who will certainly be well-off in the future and are currently struggling, you must have known what Mason Lyle's circus freak show is like, right?"

"I think I should spend more time with my children."

"You didn't come here to listen to a fat man's crazy talk for money."

Everyone laughed.

Soon, a girl was on standby outside.

"Please allow me to introduce my child to you all!"

"The girl possessed by a dog spirit: Halida!"

Amid the bustling crowd, a brown-skinned girl slowly walked out.

(End of this chapter)