The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 179 Ch.178 Waiting for a Festival

"My people cannot enter the burial place of a person of such status."

Rose took credit for it proudly, but also seemed a little embarrassed: "I spent a lot of money to bribe this person."

Rose learned the details about the cemetery keeper's patrol routes, times, and specific information.

"He said that the cemetery is often guarded by 'extraordinary people'."

Rose pointed at Roland, grinned, and pressed his upturned nose with her finger: "Is this someone like you?"

Extraordinary person.

Ritualist.

"Every night, but my people managed to get a secret out of them..." Rose glanced around and said in a hollow voice, "...they said there's a festival going on recently and those extraordinary people have to be there."

Roland listened quietly.

Then, raise your index finger.

He also pressed the other person's nose down.

Rose: ...

"A true gentleman is not allowed to touch a lady's body at will!"

Roland pointed his finger upward, moving it as the target moved her neck and head - which made him and her look like two children of seven or eight years old.

"I'm not a real gentleman." The young man, who was concentrating on pressing his nose, said casually.

"I am a real lady!" The girl, who was concentrating on pressing the other's nose, answered firmly.

"You are the real Snitch."

"I'm no different from those young ladies."

"I don't know. I've never pressed the tip of Miss's nose."

"Luo! Lan!"

Because Roland's fingertips were rough, the girl's nose felt a little itchy, and her two green eyes subconsciously looked towards the tip of her nose.

Then they fell in love.

"Pfft..."

"Roland." Rose slapped his hand away - but this action meant she lost.

"you lose."

"I didn't bet with you!"

Roland said "Oh", retracted his arm, turned his face towards the window, and muttered to himself in a very low voice.

"Anyway, I won..."

Rose slammed the table in frustration: "You didn't win!"

This made the boss in the distance laugh out loud.

He shouted from afar:
"Hey! Mr. Lillian! If you're not gentle, you'll scare the guy away!"

Without even turning her head, Rose raised her right hand and raised her middle finger.

The other person laughed even louder.

"Anyway, I've done what I promised you." She patted her chest, which was empty, and leaned forward: "What about what you promised me?"

Roland gave her a letter.

This is the story of "Castle in the Sky".

Same as for Cherry.

If Rose really has the "qualification", then she can use this criterion to enter the dream and meet Roland in the same dense forest.

If she had.

And this letter does not involve "aliens", it is just a fortress in the sky. If it is leaked, it will not cause too much trouble.

"This letter? If I put this letter under my pillow, I can... I can..." She rolled her green eyes, unable to think of any words: "...I can, uh, do magic?"

"Yes." Roland nodded, but added: "If you are qualified."

"What is qualification?"

"It's a lot of trouble to explain, Rose, just do as I say. If you don't feel anything for a while, I'll help you think of other ways..."

The girl picked up the unsealed letter and carefully unfolded the paper inside.

"Wow."

It was filled with words. A fortress in the sky.

The last queen who bears the responsibility, and the brave boy who pursues his 'fraud' father.

A romantic and innocent story.

Roland spoke a few words, but the girl remained silent.

Her face flushed, she lowered her head, her heart was uneasy, her eyes staggered: "...You, you know I can't read."

She pulled her hands back from the table and let them fall under the table, entangled.

Roland didn't rush to speak. He slowly folded the letter and put it into the envelope.

Then, with eyes as bright as the moon, he rested his chin on his hand:

"I also know that you are the best thief in London. You can get into incredibly narrow gaps and steal anything you want easily - much better than those who can read."

"If you don't know how to read, just find a teacher and teach you for a few months."

"How can a person acquire a pair of naturally flexible hands and a soft body that can move freely through the city at night?"

Rose's face was still flushed.

"I know you can talk!" She pretended to be calm, blushed, and stared at Roland with her big eyes: "I don't even dare to say that I am the best, but you said it for me!"

"Because I'm your friend, Rose." Roland's voice was like a gentle warm current that caressed the girl's uneasy heart:

"My friend, is the best."

The best…

Rose clenched her fists quietly and slowly raised her head.

“…I’m not bad at all.”

Roland sighed solemnly: "…I'm glad that you finally have a clear understanding of yourself, Miss Vansittart."

Rose puffed up her nose and started laughing again.

The boss in the distance couldn't hear what the two were saying. He only saw Rose sitting up and then lying on the table. The two of them were whispering to each other, and then they giggled.

The middle-aged man shook his head and swept the wet rag in his hand over and over again on the same spot on the long and tall wooden table.

'…I used to attract girls this way when I was younger.'

He was lost in his memories, trying to find the young girl among the disconnected pictures.

But those memories from decades ago have long since turned yellow and curled up, and the only ones that can be dug out are fragments from recent years.

Although she is also a young girl.

However, they all live on Flower Street.

"You want to steal corpses, right?" Rose kept asking Roland. Why did this pretty face ask her about the patrol routes of the gravekeepers? He couldn't possibly want to leave the church and do the job of dealing with corpses, right?

He's not prepared to do anything good!
"I do have a plan, but I'm in need of help." Roland leaned over and whispered, "But are you sure? That's the cemetery of the Ring of Eternal Silence, Rose, think it over carefully."

"As long as you pay enough money... Um, Ring of Eternal Silence? I think..."

Rose was somewhat unfamiliar with the name.

"crow."

Roland nodded to his mouth.

"A crow in a bone mask."

"They're called... the Ring of Eternal Silence?" Rose knew of course that this organization had a monopoly on almost all matters after death in the country, but they usually didn't call it by that name. "The Death Den - that's what we call it."

Roland pondered for a moment and said, "That's a lot more pleasant to the ear than 'Ring of Eternal Silence'."

"You two are not suitable to name a future child."
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child?

"Don't tell me you're not planning on having a baby with this little piece of cake."
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I don’t have to give birth...
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No, when was I going to marry Rose?
"You don't plan to marry her...just be her lover?"

"That's fine. She's not of high status enough to marry you..."
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I don't care about Rose's identity, Wrench, I'm just an executor...wait a minute.
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It seems like we don't have that kind of relationship at all.

"Humans are such a nuisance."
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Yes, thank you for your hard work...

Rose was so excited as she heard one sentence after another.

She had never been to a cemetery before - she meant the ones where the 'important' people lived, with flowers, grave-keepers, and carved patterns on the tombs.

Not a stinking mud pit where prostitutes and bums are buried.

"When do we leave?"

"Wait for a festival, Rose." Roland tapped the table: "Winter Festival."

(End of this chapter)