The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 557 Ch.556 Worship of Death
The invitation letter in Roland's hand apparently also served as a 'pass'.

After he showed it to the waiter, he was quickly led in, through the bright marble-paved main hall, down a long corridor, and down the stairs step by step.

During this time, Roland chatted with the cheerful and decent male waiter about the "services" that the Noti Golden Lamp could provide, as well as the approximate cost of enjoying himself here.

Frankly speaking, even though his net worth was already well over 100,000 pounds, Roland felt his teeth ache when he heard the various and complicated "levels".

The 'purpose' of consumption for men and women is different.

Their hobbies are also different.

It's hard to imagine that when this handsome waiter politely tells you that they can provide all kinds of women, the next sentence is 'We can also provide well-trained hunting dogs or thin but strong enough pigs'.

pig?
"You mean to say you have the best cook in London?"

The waiter glanced at Roland, still with that standard smile on his face: "No, sir. That's not for eating."

He said.

"We generally only offer it to the most elegant ladies."

Roland: ...

Isn't it for eating?

Roland's reason told him that it would be best not to ask any further questions.

The waiter could obviously tell that this young gentleman had little 'experience' and judging by his appearance, it was difficult for him to become a high-end customer of the Noti Golden Lamp - but... it was hard to say.

The real customer is not on the face.

“Do you like horses?”

He suddenly spoke.

"Sorry?" Roland turned his head, as if he didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"Horse." The waiter smiled. "A healthy and strong horse. Its fur feels good to the touch—"

"If I say I can't ride a horse, you're going to tell me, 'That's not for riding,' right?" Roland nodded his cane and stopped at the stairs.

They're going to make a semi-arc from here and then continue inward.

"of course."

The waiter said softly: "As soon as I saw you, I knew that you were of noble status. I think if you are willing to try some extraordinary experiences... the Noti Golden Lamp can fully meet all your requirements."

Not only did he spend a minute describing the benefits of horses (which I cannot describe here), he also asked Roland to ask him to serve him if he ever wanted to try something more 'interesting'.

Including acts of 'blasphemy'.

——When he said this, he wanted to get close to Roland and put his arm around him.

But the inadvertent clapping of the hands, the cold amber eyes, the metallic sound from the waist...all suggested that he should choose every next step carefully.

He chooses his own fate.

"It seems you like something else." The waiter still had a bright smile on his face: "No matter what, the Noti Golden Lamp can satisfy you. Sir, life is short..."

At this moment, Roland suddenly asked him a question that had been on his mind for a long time.

"How much would I make per week if I worked at Notty's Golden Lamp?"

Waiter:?
"gentlemen?"

This time it was his turn not to hear clearly.

"I say." Roland paused and turned his head so that he could see him clearly: "If I come to work at Notty's Golden Lamp, how much will my weekly salary be?"

The waiter couldn't keep his smile and looked weird: "... Why would someone like you come to work here?"

"Just ask."

"…I dare not tell you that." The waiter shook his head. "It depends on where you work."

"Norti's golden lamp, your golden lamp."

"No, no, sir. I mean, which floor, which hall."

In the end, he didn't come up with a number, but he promised Roland one thing.

"Excuse me, sir. Since I started working, I have never seen anyone like you in Notty's Golden Lamp...even in the whole of London. You are so outstanding, unless the Father of All Things is blind, otherwise..."

The waiter shook his head.

In his opinion, a man like Roland, as long as he can endure the hardship...

No. That's a joke.

If there really is such a beautiful one, I'm afraid it would be ruined beyond recognition in just half a month.

You know, it's not just women who are really interested in pretty boys.

"Shall I talk to you about horses?"

"You should talk to me about how far we have to go." Roland sighed, "You should put a few carriages in the hall and divide them into different grades. I think it will be another source of income."

The waiter smiled again: "That's a good suggestion, sir."

Ms. Natalie's box is on the ground floor.

As the environment became increasingly colder, Roland noticed that the waiter beside him had a more solemn expression and spoke less and less. He seemed a little nervous, and each step he took became stiffer than before.

When you step down the last step.

The waiter finally spoke tremblingly.

"…Sir, we are here."

Without waiting for Roland to reply, he lowered his voice and pleaded, "... just turn a corner. This floor has always belonged to Ms. Natalie. Sir, just turn a corner, just turn a corner——"

He was not willing to continue leading the way.

"I promise you'll turn..."

Roland had heard some strange noises.

So, turn over a coin.

"Thank you."

The male servant fled in panic.

When Roland turned the corner and the fire in his eyes blew across the empty and cold flat ground, he finally understood why the waiter was unwilling to lead the way.

This was the first time he had seen such a scene.

A fat woman...

No.

To be precise, it was a fat lump of a female sitting on the farthest hollow chair.

same.

Same with horses.

Roland really couldn't describe what was happening before his eyes.

All I can say is that there are indeed many male servants here.

Chasing the hollow chair.

At the same time, there were also some women hugging mutilated bodies, some with their skin and flesh torn apart.

Those cold, stiff, and even inhuman corpses seemed like the most handsome and fiery theater actors of the day, being held in the arms of well-dressed ladies and talked to in soft voices, as if they could really answer.

The amazing thing is.

These corpses did not stink; instead, the entire floor was filled with an indescribable medicinal fragrance.

"Worship the dead."
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what?
"These living people, the men and women before you."

"'Elegy' of the Ring of Eternal Silence is good at cursing and manipulating spirits. 'Dead Bones' is even better at creating zombies. Roland, what do you think is the simplest 'immortality'?"
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Could anyone be so stupid?
"You saw it with your own eyes."

When Roland's footsteps sounded, the whole floor's "sweetness" stopped for a moment.

The 'meat pile' squinted his triangular eyes which looked like they were squeezed painfully and looked over here, his voice was so shrill that it sounded like a whistle flowing on the tip of the tongue.

She let them be busy, driving and scratching without hesitation, and in the midst of her busy schedule she looked at Roland and greeted him.

"My mentor said that Enid has a troublesome subordinate."

The voice is unexpectedly young.

"What a coincidence."

Roland took off his hat and put it on his chest.

"That's how my judge described you."

(End of this chapter)