The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 184 Ch.183 Cowardly Halida
White smoke was coming out of the roof.

When this vehicle, which represents one of the highest achievements of human civilization in this century, starts up, the huge roar makes people's hearts palpitate and tremble.

Halida was trembling as she moved towards Roland, but she couldn't help but look closely at the metal monster.

It is made of countless ordinary flesh and blood, and forged from countless seemingly useless parts.

The friction of metals created sparks and flames that propelled the world forward.

It let out a long "wooo" sound, and then its wheels turned, making a shrill scream on the steel track.

Halida woofed and quickly covered her mouth.

She was afraid of the unknown, afraid of any sunlight and the disgusted eyes in the sunlight except the reassuring place of the circus.

She quietly retreated, leaving only the back of the young man with long black hair in her sight...

Just standing in the white mist erupting from the train.

Just like the stories she had heard since she was a child, about tiny warriors facing ferocious and huge monsters, the story was gradually engulfed by the thicker fog.

The train finally started moving.

Some piercing and roaring sounds that could not be identified were made by some kind of metal, pushing the metal beast forward. Then, it gradually accelerated.

The carriage head holds the carriage, and the carriage holds another carriage.

Sometimes there are clanging sounds that burst out in a certain rhythm.

Then, this giant snake covered in iron armor began to blow out white mist in the winter with clanging sounds and meandering away.

At this moment, Roland could feel it.

He could clearly feel a ring in his arms melting quietly.

'The power of clanging'.

The power bursting out of mortals.

The power of iron and fire.

The flames in sight passed through the mist, leaving traces of similar colors.

"Completed: The Power of Clang."
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Humanity is great enough in itself without ritualists and mysteries.

"If you say that again, you'll be blaspheming God."
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Now I understand what Miss Nina said, Wrench.
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Human beings ignite the flame of wisdom.
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From then on…

"This is not something a one-ring ritualist should consider."
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Miss Nina, you shouldn't teach a mortal who is not a ritualist.

Roland retorted silently.

Although he hated the word 'fate'.

But from the moment he met Nina, his fate inevitably took a turn for the worse.

maybe…

He was supposed to be just an ordinary, pious executive.

But now...

But I raise eggs of different species at home.

"Do what I want," Roland murmured.

"Yes," Cherry-Chloe leaned on his shoulder and breathed softly, "Do what you want, Roland."

Roland didn't want to look back. He just wanted to listen to the woman on his shoulder talking a few more words, teasing him about whether he was fat or thin.

But she was merciless, leaving behind a cheerful laugh that was blown away by the winter wind along with the slowly dispersing white mist.

The young man in the wind felt a little melancholy.

He touched his shoulder and looked back, only to see the tall, brown-skinned woman with a sense of strength...

He was sneaking around, hiding behind a street light on the platform, trying to use the thin lamp pole to hide himself.

Roland: ...

"She doesn't really think she's hiding."

"I'm sorry. What...are you doing?"

Roland looked at the street light, then at her arm that was exposed outside her sleeve.

She was shivering, and not just from the train.

"I'm Roland, Roland Collins. Miss Halida." Roland stopped about half a step away from her and bowed slightly. "I've seen your performance... Do you need any help?"

Halida rubbed her nose, hugged the cold railway lamp tightly with her two slender hands, and looked out, her pale silver eyes full of anxiety: "...I am Halida...Woof! Halida."

"Hahahaha she's so funny!"

Roland pretended not to hear the woof and repeated his previous question.

"Do you want my help? Or should I leave first?"

He made a move to leave, but was stopped by the tall girl.

Maybe it's because Roland and she have the same color hair.

Maybe it was because of what happened last night. "…Woof! Thank you…Thank you woof!"

Roland: ...

"Relax, Miss Halida. You may not know that my friend has miraculously recovered after being treated by Mr. Snow. I believe that you or your family will also be as bright as the sun today or our country, with a healthy body and a free soul after being visited by this knowledgeable doctor."

She stared at Roland blankly, as if she didn't understand a single word in that long sentence.

Roland suddenly felt that this woman was a bit like his former self.

"I mean, who's sick."

Only after hearing these words did Halida relax: "...Yes, he is my brother."

When she's not sick, her voice is unexpectedly mature.

Like a whisk brushing across the palm of your hand.

"Mr. Snow is a very good doctor... Oh, that is to say, he doesn't usually open people's stomachs. But if you want to see him, you have to pay, understand? Money - do you have money?"

Roland gestured: "At least five shillings. Otherwise, there's no need to make an appointment."

Five shillings.

"I I saved up woof...woof I...I woof woof!!"

The sudden and continuous twitching made Halida a little overwhelmed.

She plucked her lush black hair and pulled it hard, breathing in and out quickly and continuously, trying to end the "curse" as soon as possible. She did it several times, and finally found a stable gap. She said quickly: "... I have money! Sir! I... I can pay!"

"Not for me, but for Edward Snow." Roland felt really sorry for her. Her ignorant and timid appearance gradually brought him back to the days of the poorhouse.

But this Halida seems...

Didn't meet her Jam Jones.

"Come with me, Miss Halida - oh, are you... I mean, are you free later?"

He was going to take off his thick woolen coat that reached his calves and put it on her, but he didn't expect the woman to shake her head and refuse. In the simple "shed" at the entrance to the station, in a corner full of iron parts, Roland saw her "coat".

It was a men's overalls with many holes in it.

The cuffs of her sleeves were black, and when she got closer, she could smell the stench of feces - perhaps she also understood that she couldn't talk to Edward Snow while wearing clothes that smelled of feces.

Roland remained calm and took her out of the station.

"I am a monk of the church and also a... policeman. You can trust me. By the way, how did you find Mr. Snow?"

She seemed to know little about this world - about the outside world.

When Roland spoke to her, he would stop from time to time to explain to her the meaning of a word in a sentence.

circus.

It's not an isolated place, is it?

"I...Woof!" She became more and more annoyed, hating herself for finally meeting someone who was willing to talk to her, but this crazy and vicious curse chose to strike at this moment.

Roland was not in a hurry and listened to her slowly.

Halida.

She and her brother were adopted by Mr. Mason Lyle.

a year ago.

She was rocking on the sea, holding her infant brother.

A port.

A sale.

She was spotted by Mason Lyle and bought.

For a year, I wandered around various cities.

Because of her looks and her special 'curse', she was lucky enough to be chosen as the host of the circus' opening stage.

This gave her food to eat and also gave her infant brother a chance to survive.

— though her brother got to join in the show (the baby who never cried).

A simple but miserable past.

"I…"

She was wrapped in her stinking smock, huddled under the seat of the carriage - yes, under the seat.

She didn't dare touch the soft cushion and just curled up on the wooden board where Roland's leather shoes were stepping.

Roland noticed that she was missing one shoe—or was only wearing one.

The light brown calves were bent and held by the arms.

She lowered her head, and her wildly growing eyebrows gave people a sense of primitive wildness, while the pair of light silver eyes under her eyebrows were full of uneasiness and fear.

Her flesh and blood and soul are contradictory.

(End of this chapter)