The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 496: End of the story
"Do you think this is better?"

"Not that I think, Rose."

Second floor windowsill.

The girl leaned over the railing, scratched the ends of her hair that were about to be blown away by the wind, with a look of disgust on her face.

"I knew it. It must be that vicious woman's idea."

Roland blinked and didn't respond.

He had wanted to give Wells a quick end—a carriage that would break him in two, for example.

That's desperate enough, isn't it?

A person who had just dried off the cold water on his body and was about to rush into a passionate life was strangled by death...

This answer was enough to satisfy Louis Heyman.

But Shandel stopped him.

She said that this story started with her and should end with her.

Shandel thinks.

For some people in special situations, living is more terrifying than death.

Death is easy, it just takes some courage.

It's hard to live.

It takes more than courage.

There was also a house, a carriage, pounds, position, servants, a wife, friends, a doctor, remedies for venereal diseases, a hernia belt, a soft brush for haemorrhoids, and a strong mouth to give the child when he began to seduce the governess.

Or prepared for teachers.

That depends on appearance and the master's personal aesthetic.

In short, people who have never really enjoyed life can live with courage, while those who have enjoyed life can live with courage.

Because when they fall from the top seat of the whole country's supported and become the supporters, they will be surprised to find that they are in a real hell and not just a hell in the Book of Eden.

They are at a loss, panic, and shout:

"This is hell! It is hell! Everyone! There really is hell!"

And those who were born in hell will tell these 'condescending' gentlemen and ladies:
'At least now you can curse those damn rich people without restraint, right?'

So John Wells was crazy.

Rose found out what Shandel and Roland were planning halfway through the plan.

The little thief who came and went at night despised such a method.

In her opinion, such boring tricks and complicated conspiracies would be better than giving the old guy a quick stab - or a dozen stabs.

She thought that Cinder Kratov was corrupting her Roland.

"I'm sorry she didn't learn the phrase 'running both ways.'"
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Be less sarcastic.

"You are only slightly more human than that serpent."

"Very limited."

"I now feel that it was a wrong decision to let Shandel join our small group, Roland..." The thief carefully stroked the sound and whispered in Roland's ear.

There was a creaking sound from the door behind me.

"At least I don't talk bad about people behind their backs."

The gray-haired girl holding a tray of food pushed open the door with a smile.

She glanced at the shadow that had disappeared at the end of the street, then bent down and placed the tray on the small round table.

She was wearing a gray dress similar to Rose's today, with the tassels and lace being almost the same in style.

"I'm just trying to do the job Roland gave me, Miss Vansittart. We shouldn't cause him any trouble, right?"

"Your life has already caused him a lot of trouble." Rose curled her lips, "We owe you a favor for saving you, Ms. Kratov."

Chandel hummed a song, picked up a small tomato dripping with water, and put it into Roland's mouth.

He also glanced at Rose meaningfully.

Although she didn't speak, her meaning was accurately conveyed to the other party:
'So what? He was willing to save me.'

Rose: He'll get tired of you sooner or later, you piece of shit. Chandel: You don't even have a chance.

Rose: You ***** (swear words throughout).

Do not misunderstand.

This is not some kind of superior power.

It is just a simple ability that only women can temporarily activate when facing other women in special situations:

They are controlled by women and have always circulated among women - you can call it 'telepathy', or you can call it 'screw your stinking hole, imitating others. Even if I wear the same clothes as me, I am still prettier and more beautiful than you by ten thousand times. Do you understand? Pass it on and over-sensitize it'.

The former is more respectable.

But everyone knows it.

Rose was not a decent person.

She jumped down from the railing, stepped in front of Roland, put her arms around the man's neck, stared at Cinder in a demonstrative manner, and kissed Roland on the cheek.

——What annoyed her the most was.

Shandel still responded with that gentle fake smile, but the mockery in his eyes was as if he was looking at a child who had not grown up and needed his parents' attention.

"A true lady should leave now." The curly-haired girl held Roland tightly, almost hanging on him. "Don't you agree, Kratov? Sometimes it's not convenient for a third person to be present..."

Xiandel sat down with her skirt pulled up, squinting her eyes and moistening her lips: "Maybe if I were here, I could teach you."

Rose was stunned.

"You dislocated your jaw, too?"

This sentence is more concise and powerful than all the curses above.

After a few lightning-fast moments, the gray-haired girl, who understood the meaning of 'dislocation', finally frowned.

This earned Rose's outrageous laughter.

…………

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So much for John Wells's story--perhaps he would have met a true gentleman or lady in the future who was willing to give of his kindness, or perhaps he would have lived longer than normal.

But his story is over.

Roland, Chandel, Rose.

The three would not investigate whether they had executed the soul of a noble man or punished a monster who had committed many evil things in the first half of his life - the last-minute confession and the sins Wells recounted in his lifetime could not make the executioners feel at ease.

Because the experiences of these three people made them understand one thing.

Those who feel relieved when they find out they have done evil are like Lady Street.

hypocritical.

Besides, there was something else that concerned Roland.

What Shandel said, about the workhouse run by John Wells during his lifetime - he sold many children... maybe it was called 'giving them a better life'.

Then.

Did Louis Heyman ask him to do this simply because he was unwilling to do it, or did he hope that he could get a glimpse into someone's unspeakable past...?
'We are so similar, yet so different.'

Did Marvolo Heyman know what happened to his son?
If so, he must be aware of it.

Then...

"Perhaps he has been trembling since the door was opened and he saw old Wells?"
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I don't understand what the point of him doing this is.

maybe…

He shouldn't try to analyze a madman's behavior with normal human logic.

"Yes, Mr. Normal Roland Collins."

"I'm reminding you."

"When someone you don't know well suddenly 'opens up' to you, you should be wary of his intentions."
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and so.

"So he's in love with you."
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I'm not surprised at all that you could say that.

(End of this chapter)