The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 463 Ch.462 The Whereabouts of Shandel
Roland went to church quite often in the past two days.

As before, nothing was achieved - if we had to wait until Gary Kratov returned, who knows how long it would take.

Rose took time out to meet with him and chatted for half the afternoon.

When she learned that the 'evil woman' had disappeared, she immediately put on an expression of great worry - but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Just as one cannot fake a cry of happiness, she could not convince Roland that she was truly worried about Chandel.

Although they were both "believers", from the same country, and "friends" who met in the fairy ring at night - but if there was a chance for Shandel to disappear from Roland's life, Rose would definitely be happy.

She thought Chandel would think the same.

"It's really worrying, Roland. Do you think she might have lingered in someone else's bed and forgotten the time we agreed to meet?"

Roland just let her laugh whenever she wanted.

Then Rose had a great time the whole afternoon.

One day, two days, three days.

Roland could find no trace of Shandel.

My heart sank gradually.

Art Association.

Restart the course.

The absent-minded man plucked the strings casually, and the strange tune made the red-haired man next to him frown.

He looked at Roland, who was looking down in thought, and put down the teacup.

"Your skills are almost catching up with mine." Louis Hyman said calmly, "For example, you can teach people to hear your thoughts from the sound of the piano."

Roland stopped, held the guitar neck, and gently placed it on the table.

"Sorry, Louis, I've been a little..."

"What's the matter?" The red-haired man held his chin and plucked the musical note earrings with bored fingers.

"A little uneasy. I lost a friend," said Roland.

"Who?"

"Kratov. Shandel Kratov, my friend, my teammate."

Louis raised his eyebrows, sat up straight, and clasped his fingers together: "Xindel Kratov... Oh, the girl from the Kratov family. Didn't you ask... your 'brothers and sisters'?" He didn't wait for Roland to speak, and continued to talk to himself:

"Of course you asked."

The voice paused here.

After a few breaths.

"I know where she is, Roland. You should have asked me a long time ago."

crunch.

The seat made a squeaking sound.

"Louis?"

Louis Heyman smiled and picked up the teacup, crossing his right leg over his left. He looked at the worried face in front of him and felt happy in his heart - there were few things that could change the color of his "friend".

Interesting.

"look."

He said slowly:

"Promise me that you will help me do something when the weather warms up - in exchange, I will tell you the secret of Enid Jutia's path."

"We both think it's a reasonable deal, right?"

He said.

"But now, you want to get the whereabouts of Shandel Kratov from me... Roland, what can you give me? This is another deal."

He stared at Roland, as if looking in a mirror, at his former self.

If he had been as lucky as Roland, his life would not have turned out like this.

Roland Collins.

Will you cherish your destiny or ruin it?
"What do you want?" Roland asked.

Louis Hyman: "How's your life? She's your good friend, right?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Actually, we are not that familiar with each other."

Louis Hyman: …

A smile appeared on the face of the speechless man.

"I thought you were going to say - I can give everything for my friends."

Roland leaned back, took out a cigar, and lit it slowly.

He is not in a hurry now.

"Roland Collins, I can tell you where Chandel Kratov is...but--"

He stretched out his tone. "But, Roland, you have to do me a small favor."

“A reasonable deal.”

The way he looked at Roland was like observing an ant in a suitcase, to see what kind of country it would build, what choices it would make, and where it would go.

"Do me a small favor."

He said.

"Kill someone."

The narrow eyes narrowed.

If the ritualist of the Organ Road wants to convey emotion in words, he can certainly do it.

Roland heard a frozen anger in the voice.

The sound was one of hard knocking, chiseling out cold debris.

"You're counting on a low-level ritualist when even high-level ritualists can't do anything about him?" Roland asked calmly.

Louis Heyman stood up and came behind Roland.

Suddenly he leaned forward, leaning on the back of the chair.

"He's a human being."

The sound cut across Roland's face like a knife, causing him severe pain.

"I can kill him, but I don't want him to die like this, Roland." The voice was in Roland's right ear, cold and sharp, like a spider full of poison sacs, crawling on his shoulder, crawling, and occasionally using its spider legs to gently touch his hair.

"He is kind, noble, and helpful; he is mean, cruel, and vicious... What kind of person do you want him to be?"

Roland turned his head to avoid the attack: "Does it matter?"

The breathing paused.

After a moment, the breath became less sharp.

"Yeah, Roland, that's not important." He patted Roland's shoulder and switched sides: "Kill him and let him die in despair... Roland, in return, I'll tell you what you want to know. How about it?"

"To be honest, I don't understand where this 'appreciation' comes from."

"Don't ask questions about fate, Roland. Some 'whys' have no answers." Heyman raised his head slightly and looked at the black-haired young man sitting in the mirror and himself behind him.

They have different hair colors, different eye colors, and even their handsome faces give people different feelings:

Roland is like the sun, and the gentleness between his eyebrows makes people happy to get close to him.

However, his excessive pursuit of refinement made him seem a little harsh and unkind.

Their personalities are like being cast in the same mold with two different materials poured in.

Two completely different people, similar fate——

They all came from muddy backgrounds and possessed amazing talents.

Their guide is powerful, and they are on the road of mystery smoothly.

They can make friends easily, as if they are blessed by fate and always get help when in trouble.

but.

Roland was always luckier than him.

Some subtle changes make the two paths gradually move away from each other.

This made the venom in Louis Heyman grow stronger and stronger.

Roland Collins should have been like himself, with his soul trapped in hell and wailing endlessly - but he lived happily every day, as if fate really favored someone who shouldn't have been favored.

Louis Hyman hated this fate, hated this Roland Collins.

But at the same time, he also had a complicated expectation for him, hoping that the same suffering would eventually see the light of day and dry the permitted weakness in the sun.

On this road to hell, on this boring road with a dead end in sight.

Louis Heyman has found the toy he can't take his eyes off, the joy in his painfully burning life.

He hoped he would die, but he also hoped he would live.

of course.

Everything is determined by fate.

Since you prefer this person, then keep preferring him.

Until he is no longer at the mercy of fate.

Or go to hell with yourself.

Louis Hyman's eyes darkened. The future he could see made him extremely excited, as if he could hear the cracking sound of fangs piercing into soft flesh - the sound was continuous, making his already twisted heart and soul even hotter.

What caused this stagnant life for many years to become turbulent?
"Xander Kratov is in a dream."

Louis Heyman said softly.

(End of this chapter)