The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 190 Ch.189 The Day the Shell Happened

"Now I know why you didn't let me come."

The second floor of the medicine shop.

A girl with short curly hair and a light pink dress sat on a small stool.

The person sat down, but the skirt was still standing.

"I didn't stop you from coming, Rose."

When Roland saw how she was dressed, he knew that she probably had work to do today, or had just finished work.

"I just said that you'd better say hello to me before you come."

Rose twirled her fingers through her short hair and grinned at someone who had just been beaten.

"Does your butt hurt?"

"That's a word that shouldn't come out of a lady's mouth."

"A decent person shouldn't point at a lady and say she's pregnant with his child." Rose said unhappily, "I think you should sew your mouth shut, so you don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with in the future."

"for example?"

"For example," Rose rolled her eyes at him, "for example, those questionable women. You have no idea how much trouble it is to be entangled with them. Your face, plus the salary of ten shillings a week, is enough to drive them crazy."

Roland teased that how could he not let go, wondering about the specific implementation process, and then Rose scolded him for learning to be as vulgar as a little gangster recently.

——Whenever they were alone, Roland and Rose would always quarrel with each other verbally. But every now and then, either she made Roland laugh or he made her laugh.

"You really should pay attention, pretty face."

Rose said that she felt he was crazy and out of control from the moment she met him. When he arrived in London and joined the church, his behavior not only did not change, but became even worse.

Different from those little gangsters.

Roland always made her unable to guess what big trouble he would cause next.

"It's like I saw the glittering gold pound, I couldn't control myself."

"Does the gold pound sparkle?"

"In my eyes, yes." Miss Snitch rubbed her fingers and introduced her 'little hobby' to Roland: "...I feel like they are calling me. I can hear their cries——"

"What's that crying?"

"'I don't want to be in this man's pocket!'" Rose said strangely: "...'Take me away!'"

Roland laughed out loud.

"So you have always been doing the right thing, Miss Knight."

"Of course." Rose raised her chin. "I'm not like those merchants who put them in my treasury for enjoyment. I just put them in a pile one by one. Just looking at them every day is more satisfying than eating a big piece of steak."

"This is the first time I've heard someone describe 'greed' with such a strong sense of morality."

"Mr. Collins, what you don't understand, isn't it a truth?"

The bickering ended with Rose winning slightly.

The 'gift' she brought to Roland today was almost enough for him to complete a ritual.

The "Flogger" only needs a hand bone and a portion of the "Extreme Pleasure"'s blood.

As to where this blood came from...

It’s okay not to ask.

Rose had a lot to complain about.

"Really, you should at least give me a pound."

Miss Snitch was not happy to hear this mentioned.

Grave digging is fine, but the blood of the ultimate pleasure seeker?

She had to pay the woman a sum of money first. Then, after watching and seeing the "status", she would quickly take the blood - which made her look like a madman.

She looked for several girls before one of them was brave enough to take the money.

The scene was extremely embarrassing.

——The two women looked at each other, it was so embarrassing that you could hardly imagine.

"…What will you do without me?" Rose curled her hair and fantasized - if Roland lost her, how would he get this blood?
He was in the same room with that girl...

Could he bear not to help 'personally'?

Thinking of this, Rose shook her head vigorously.

click.

A crisp sound interrupted the conversation between the two people.

click.

Rose looked in the direction of the voice.

The sound came from the small wooden box at the head of the bed. Roland stood up quickly.

"You have a pet?"

When I lifted the buckle, I saw that the white eggshell in the silver needle's nest had cracks.

And it expanded rapidly like a spider web.

Click, click.

"It's about to hatch."

"What is this?" Rose came closer and stared at the egg in Roland's hand curiously: "...bird egg?"

"I don't know what it is."

Roland shook his head.

The eggshell breaks quickly.

After a few breaths, two ruby-clear eyes met Roland's through the cracks in the collapsed eggs.

In an eggshell.

She curled her tail and curiously poked half of her head out from the top of the shell.

Rose whispered, "A snake?!"

Yes.

A white snake hatched from the eggshell.

Red eyes.

"You are such a weirdo and you have such a weird pet - is it poisonous?" Rose was not afraid of this kind of animal and stretched out her index finger to tease it. "...It's really beautiful. How about calling it Candle?"

"Promise me that neither of you will name her."

The slender white snake ignored Rose's fingers. Its flesh-colored tongue moved back and forth quickly, and it rubbed Roland's hand affectionately with its head.

"It likes you! Roland!"

Rose was surprised: "I've never heard of anyone keeping a snake! Where did you get it from?"

Roland touched her head with his index finger.

Cool and smooth.

“A friend gave it to me as a gift,” he said. “…but I didn’t know it was a snake.”

"What does it eat? Rats?"

When Rose said this, she felt as if the snake glanced at her slightly - was it an illusion?

A look of disdain.

"Let me touch it!" Rose was about to touch it with her fingers, but the white snake let out a shrill hiss - the next moment, it almost stood up, with its fangs pointed at Rose's wrist!

This caused the girl to let out a short scream, and she withdrew her hand as if it were on fire.

"She doesn't seem to like you very much, Rose."

"...I think it doesn't like anyone except you." Rose clenched her fists and pouted her lips with lingering fear, staring at the bad guy that was slowly wrapped around Roland's wrist like a bracelet: "...I was planning to get you two mice. Now, it's gone."

The white snake ignored her and lazily tied itself around Roland's wrist.

Not moving anymore.

Rose: ...

She also wants such a well-behaved pet.

"I heard that some people raise good hunting dogs, and they can understand many commands."

Roland lowered his head, stroked the smooth scales with his fingers, and replied casually: "I think you are more suitable to have a cat."

Rose glanced at him and said something ambiguous: "...Cat? I already have a cat. To be honest, cats give me a bad impression - when they have something to do, they will be particularly close to you. But once they are done with their work, they become dull and mean..."

"One is hard enough."

Roland paused and raised his head: "You have one?"

"Yes, in someone else's house." Rose brushed the slightly messy hair on her forehead and showed a very standard smile: "A cat that is not friendly at all."

"Then you should spend more time with it."

I would like to.

Rose looked at Roland's increasingly godly face through his black hair that fell on his cheeks as he lowered his head.

I would like to.

But I'm not a lady.

(End of this chapter)