The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 212 Ch.211 The male and female thieves are on the run...

The first floor is still bustling.

The victorious boxer raised his arms high to receive the cheers of the crowd. Soon, the second set of duels would begin.

Roland pulled her downstairs and rushed into the crowded crowd.

There were drunkards waving beer mugs, some people playing poker around high tables, the place was filled with smoke, and obscene jokes were the least obscene words here.

"Roland?"

Rose didn't understand why they came down.

"Let me see."

"what?"

"Let me see," Roland said, holding his cane and pointing to the most crowded place, "what does the best hand in London look like."

Two new fighters took the stage.

The crowd started to boil again.

Rose took a step forward, put her arms around Roland's neck as she whistled, and leaned on him: "...What on earth do you want to do, pretty face?"

Roland turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Can't we steal things here? I just saw a few."

Rose let go of him, her green eyes rolling.

"There are rules, Roland. We have rules - at least the elephant gang won't touch the tavern here."

"Once you are discovered, the hand will leave you."

Roland squinted his eyes, not avoiding her gaze: "But I want to see it now, what should I do?"

Rose poked his waist with her index finger: "...Then you have to come with me. If I lose my hand, it's yours."

Roland didn't even think about it and nodded immediately: "Deal."

"Sometimes I really don't know what you're thinking." Rose rolled her eyes and let go of him. "Come with me... Keep the 'thing' I gave you."

After turning around, Rose seemed to have turned into a fish in the deep sea.

She deftly passed through the staggering, drunken, and aggressive people, her slender fingers sliding through pockets one by one, and then, with the hand behind her, she kept handing Roland all kinds of things - coins, tobacco, scattered matches and tickets.

If it weren't for the fire burning in her eyes, Roland wouldn't even have noticed her little movements.

"You are indeed the best handyman in London."

"Of course I am," she said smugly.

The cake lady was much more charming than usual when she was stealing.

She didn't need Roland to remind her. She went from being urged and reluctant to being proactive and excited.

Her cheeks were flushed, as if she was immersed in her own happiness like the drunkards around her.

Roland had more and more things in his hands.

The girl in front of me is also getting more and more colorful.

Just like some people crave the whipping.

Lillian Rose Vansittart has her own way of communicating with the spirits.

Only at such moments could she forget her uneasy self who had nowhere to go and indulge herself on the edge of danger and madness.

It was at this time that she was no longer a puppet of the gang. She no longer had to worry about the future of her sisters, whose mother was lacking food and clothing, whose father was seriously ill and needed medical treatment, how the Elephant Gang would develop, and who was arrested and sent to prison.

She could selfishly run and jump in this dishonorable act, turning her heart into a drum and dancing wildly with every pump.

Dancing towards death.

She couldn't stop, nor could she control herself from loving this dishonorable and immoral behavior.

Her character determines her future fate: like a long steel wire, it tightens her in this gray city until she bleeds...

"Then continue on in blood."

Roland chuckled.

He suddenly stopped, took the coin, grabbed Rose's wrist and pulled it.

The girl in front, who was still unsatisfied, looked back in surprise.

"That's not exciting enough, Rose."

"W-what-"

The girl didn't wait for an answer.

She was horrified to see the golden-eyed idiot holding up a pile of coins and tickets, and even a few bunches of messy keys.

She heard him shouting so loudly that for a moment, it drowned out all the other sounds in the venue.

"We are thieves—!"

He silenced the tavern.

He continued to shout the second sentence in the silent tavern: "But the idiots present can't do anything to us, hahahahaha!"

The next moment, a whiskey bottle with only the bottom left flew towards him and Rose.

click-

It crashed into the pillar beside it.

"catch him!!"

someone shouted.

"I'm going to chop his hands off!!"

The crowd dispersed in an instant.

No one wants to cause trouble.

The thugs wearing felt hats pulled out knives from their waists and rushed towards Roland.

"We should run, Miss Thief. I hope you've practiced this lesson in your long career..." He grabbed Rose's hand, turned around and ran.

The target was the glass window that opened outwards on the side wall of the pub.

"To be honest, I would never jump out of a window higher than the first floor nowadays because the gardeners these days are too lazy—"

Rose had no idea what he was talking about. Mixed with the smell of alcohol and the hot wind, the girl cursed and yelled, "You idiot!!"

The answer she got was laughter blown back by the wind.

Then, a pair of hands held her waist.

In less than half a breath, she was "thrown" out of the window - she stumbled a few steps on the grass outside the window, and before she could come to her senses, she saw Roland climb out of the window with one hand, grabbed her wrist, and continued to run forward.

She raised her head, stumbled, and ran while looking at the black-haired owner beside her who blended into the night - his golden eyes were now brighter than the sun in the sky.

The danger approaching from behind told her where the excitement that made her body tremble came from. But the overheated hands corrected her: Not entirely.

He pulled her to run, and after a dozen seconds, she pulled him to run.

She used to be a thief in the day, but now she is a robber in the night.

她都喜欢。

But I like tonight the most.

"Where are we going!" Rose yelled.

"I don't know either!" Roland replied.

"You're dumber than a donkey!" Rose cursed.

"Why should it compare with me?" Roland disagreed.

Then Rose just kept laughing until she staggered and couldn't run anymore.

She dragged Roland into an alley, but unexpectedly it was a dead end.

The girl stopped, turned around, and took a step to the side to block Roland.

Silver light flashed between her slender fingers.

That's a blade.

The thugs, swearing and chasing, finally stopped the two daring thieves.

"You don't seem to know the consequences of provoking Morris Tavern, new guy."

The leading man waved his dagger a few times, panting heavily with a ferocious expression: "I will chop off both of your hands... oh, maybe, just the men's hands."

Rose wanted to curse back a few more times to boost her morale, but a stick-like object was stuffed into her hand.

It's Roland's cane.

"Look, you blocked me, and I blocked you."

He checked his black hair that was tied up at his back and walked towards the men with a smile.

…………

……

"You never told me you were so amazing."

In another alley.

Rose leaned against the wall, panting.

A few minutes ago, she watched Roland punch one by one...

Let those thugs go off work early.

Of course, it is forced.

Roland leaned against another wall, facing her: "Besides that, I never told you that I can breathe out fire and thunder, right?"

"Really? You...? You you you can actually--"

"Of course I can't."

Rose: ...

"You lunatic." The girl cursed him and let out a long breath, but still couldn't control the jumping of her voice: "...It would be great if we were partners!"

Roland was a little disgusted: "I only earn three pounds a week, and I want to steal with you?"

Rose tilted her head: "Only three pounds?"

"…I could actually use an extra job, Rose."

"You are such a clever guy who changes his mind according to the situation."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds and laughed at the same time.

This night was so exciting.

"...I like this kind of life." She fiddled with the blade between her fingers and looked down at the tip of her shoe. "I'm not greedy, and I'm not keen on money and power. Roland, I have no interest in those fancy dress salons, and I don't want to waste my time chatting nonsense with those masters and ladies."

Rose's words were like cutting herself open.

Show it to one person in its entirety.

Rose was even more afraid of the shameful words and looks that would befall her in response to this shameful confession.

"…Don't ever look at me like that, or I'll beat you up."

"Luckily I'm blind."

“…Roland!”

"In fact, you are just as greedy, Rose." Roland stood up and held the cane beside him: "It's just that your greed is different from that of most people..."

He asked, his back facing the girl.

"You are still..."

"Are you scared?"

The girl hiding in the shadows waved her fist at Roland's back: "I don't like your way of persuading me, Mr. Crazy!" As she spoke, she chuckled: "But I don't mind going crazy with you..."

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"If there's ever a day when I need help, I mean, a really big favor..."

"I am only blind. I hope this 'help' is limited to what a blind person can do."

"Don't lie to me, you can see it."

"I am just a blind man who can see."

Rose was amused again.

"I won't ask what happened, Rose, unless you decide to tell me," Roland said. "We've been through a lot from Falkland to London, haven't we?"

Rose hummed softly.

Night falls.

The footsteps faded away.

She looked at the figure slowly leaving the alley and muttered quietly: "...stupid cat, stupid cat."

Then, he laughed for no apparent reason again.

She turned in the opposite direction and disappeared into the shadows.

(End of this chapter)