The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 558 Ch.557 Special "field"... or 'influence'?
Now, Roland finally understood what Shandel meant by "even seeing each other once would damage my reputation" - compared with the chaos and sticky sounds happening before his eyes, a "little hobby" that required ropes and suffocation was definitely nothing.

Roland even thought that maybe this Ms. Natalie didn't like to do this at all, she was just looking for an excuse to take a bath in a more special way...

"It's even more disgusting when you describe it like that."

What's even more disgusting is not Roland's description.

It was she who had most enthusiastically invited Roland to the table and solemnly introduced him to the ladies who had just had an intimate relationship with the corpse, asking him to join them.

Unless Roland is crazy.
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No wonder Fernandez...

of course.

There’s nothing wrong with saying no.

Natalie asked someone to bring him a chair and asked him to wait for a while.

Wait until they are done.

This is a torture for those who possess the occult organ.

Roland could clearly see the look in those men's eyes, the look of obsession that expressed their concentration and focus as they swallowed the fat, and the determination not to blink even if beads of sweat flowed into their eyes.

"Each of them deserves a silent carriage."

yes…

I tried too hard.

This crazy, fearless attitude even reminded Roland of the soldiers on the battlefield who charged at enemies that were several times their number - this might be considered an insult to the soldiers, but Roland believed that at least they had the same goal.

Endure the pain and defeat the powerful enemy.

"If you could work so hard, Yam would have lived a good life long ago."
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Shut up.

"Look, if Big O-bat hadn't happened to save you..."
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I will not be a worshiper of the dead.

"But if it falls on the Noti Golden Lamp, it will probably end up like this. Maybe the person on the chair is a man."
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Might as well join the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

Talk about it.

Such behavior is already illegal.

Same with the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

Using living people to create corpses, and the living people are willing - this evil act is no different from the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

I have to say it’s different…

They are legal.

Legal within certain limits.

Roland really couldn't describe the tricks these gentlemen and ladies played, but the wrench was happy to explain to him the name of each action and why it was called that, such as "blowing the trumpet" - how did it know?
"What do you think?"

In short.

That hour seemed so long.

Damn you, Fernandez.

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"You're missing out on a fun game, Mr. Collins."

After finishing the happy task, Ms. Natalie spent another half an hour dressing herself up - when she came out of the dressing room, the cheerful ritualist regained her refinement and elegance.

A fat lady who is not young.

She was wrapped in a fox-fur scarf and a bone-white lambskin cloak, and, like a man, she carried a long staff with a silver-ringed curved handle.

She took Roland to her carriage and headed to the court.

"I'm not ready to participate yet." Roland smiled happily: "Maybe next time."

Ms. Natalie glanced at Roland with her bean-like eyes, and the fat on her face was lifted up.

She sniffed the carriage.

A... strange smell that she couldn't put her finger on.

The low-heeled side-buckle boots poked out from under the lace of the skirt and slowly probed towards Roland's seat opposite.

The white silk socks embroidered with dark flying birds were exposed, like a fat carrot that had been carefully bound and sold at a good price. "If you don't try some happiness, you will never know how charming it is."

"Get this fat guy out of here."

Roland pursed his lips and slightly retracted his legs.

This action made Natalie pause and raised her short eyebrows.

For some reason, the closer she got to this man, the more she felt an uncontrollable desire in her heart - even more intense than before.

“Young people always covet beautiful boxes. Little do they know that what can really bring people supreme happiness is what is inside the box…”

"Get this fat guy out of here."

"Have you ever seen a real 'woman', Mr. Collins?"

She gently rolled and rubbed the car board with the toe of her boot, her eyes fixed on him, teasing him unabashedly.

"The Father of All Things does not want people to abstain from sex."

"Get this fat guy out of here."

However, Roland sat up straight, and the smile on his face was visibly repellent. He talked to Natalie like this, smiling, nodding and shaking his head from time to time, approving or raising objections - this response made the fat lady in front of him droop her lips quickly.

She doesn't like such an 'unromantic' man.

One executive in particular, an executive that Enid Jutia had her eyes on.

"My mentor and your mentor have known each other for more than ten years and are very good friends," Natalie said, "Mr. Collins, do you know why I have to meet you?"

The mentors are familiar with each other. Under such a relationship, the disciples usually follow the way of getting along with each other of the previous generation, or even become closer.

Not just a ritualist of the two paths.

The Inquisition and the Ring of Eternal Silence—that was what Natalie was saying.

"Maybe we can find a place to talk about it later...like an art association, or some quiet salons." Roland smiled and said, "It would be my honor, Ms. Natalie."

Natalie stared at him for a while and said in a faint voice: "It seems that your mentor is taking good care of you, right?"

Roland pretended to be confused: "The Inquisition does not have the concept of 'mentors'."

"I guess you won't be so boring in front of Enid Julia," Natalie retracted her foot, yawned loudly like an elephant, pushed her chin with her fleshy hand, and smiled: "You are a rare and charming man I have ever seen - no, I'm not talking about your face, Mr. Collins."

"A beautiful or handsome face is nothing in the eyes of Dry Bones." She licked her thick lips, as if stating, but also as a question: "I mean, the invisible things in you."

"An invisible, intangible substance that naturally attracts people."

Her burning gaze roughly unbuttoned Roland's buttons, almost tearing him apart to see him clearly.

"It's amazing... Roland Collins."

She wanted to ask Roland if he was carrying any special "strange items", but she also understood the rules. If she was not familiar with him, saying this would be tantamount to provocation.

Upset, upset.

Natalie stared at Roland, unable to understand what had happened to him—Natalie had seen too many men.

Just like steak.

If you have eaten tender, old, raw, cooked, half-cooked, chewy or soft, sweet or bitter.

One day, you find a steak on the table...

It was actually glowing.

Doesn’t this make people curious about its taste?
Others might not be able to explain why they were attracted by this unique face - but Natalie was an experienced old gourmet, the owner of the zombie swarm, a "dry skeleton".

She knew very well that it was not Roland Collins's face that really attracted her.

Few people really made her feel this way.

To be more harsh.

almost none.

So, Natalie became even more curious.

what happened?

(End of this chapter)