The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 559 Ch.558 Roland's Other Hobbies

"I am truly humbled by such praise, Ms. Natalie. If I could live under your lips, I would probably be truly glorious."

Natalie, leaning on a crutch, fell lightly from the carriage to the ground like a ball of cotton that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom - of course, she did not miss Roland's "courtesy": when he stretched out his hand, she immediately held it and repeatedly kneaded it back and forth with her strong fleshy hand.

Although wearing leather gloves.

"Savages of the Inquisition don't speak like that, Mr. Collins." Natalie squeezed Roland's arm, her eyes burning with passion. "Call me Natalie, dear. Are you really so heartless? Or does your 'master' want you to stay away from me?"

Roland smiled and changed the subject to talk about Mason Lyle - which got Natalie talking.

The fat woman began to complain about her 'disappeared' relative, her foolish behavior and reckless actions, and said that she obviously wanted to introduce her to some 'reliable' and 'solid' gentlemen to deepen their friendship - otherwise what else could she do every day?

But her "good intentions" were rejected again and again.

The woman was afraid of the ritualists who wielded great power, and of the monsters who associated with the zombies. She even believed that those who played with corpses were cursed by the dead, and would sooner or later meet a bad end. She did not show it on the surface, but she was secretly staying away from Natalie, away from this fat lady who still had some family affection for her.

'The witches will die a miserable death sooner or later.'

Stupid enough indeed.

"I had expected her to end up like this."

Natalie smacked her lips, grabbed Roland's hand forcefully, and climbed up like a blown-up gecko, holding Roland's arm in her arms.

"Either she could just be a 'family angel', but she has ambitions that she shouldn't have - I'd love to help this silly woman, but unfortunately..."

Roland walked while listening, and when he passed the side hall, he unexpectedly found his captain among the three or two executive officers.

Fernandez de Vinson.

Mr. Bear, holding the playing cards, showed his big teeth and gave him a thumbs up from a distance.

Roland: ...
-
Why do I have a captain like this?

"You are not much better in his heart."

"Mr. Collins."

"Miss?"

The topic suddenly stopped.

The fat woman narrowed her eyes and moved closer as if no one was around.

The executives passing by all looked sideways.

"How painful it would be for a woman to fall in love with a man who would never love her back the first time she met him."

"You mean... love at first sight?"

"Of course, Mr. Collins, it was love at first sight."

Roland was surprised: "How many times have I fallen in love at first sight?"

Natalie thought for a moment and said, "More than a thousand? I can't remember. How can a person remember something that has happened so frequently since childhood?"

The fat woman said that she started when she was ten years old and now she is almost thirty, how can she calculate it clearly?
Roland teased: "You are a person who understands emotions."

"I don't understand," Natalie narrowed her eyes. "It's just that I've seen more naked men and women than you've stepped on ants, honey. I know better how to make people happy."

Roland said he stepped on an ant nest.

So Natalie laughed even louder.

"I really like you a little bit."

In fact, although she hugged Roland's arm, her hand did not go to any inappropriate or offensive places.

In a very short time, she seemed to have figured out what kind of person Roland was and what level of "jokes" he could accept.

"To be honest, boys your age all like pretty girls, right?" Natalie shook her hips and followed Roland down to the dungeon.

"Does this have anything to do with age?" Roland asked back.

"Of course. When you grow up a little, you will know...being pretty is useless. The key is to know how to make people happy..." As she moved down, Natalie freed one hand and lifted the clamped cane, repeating this several times.

Finally, Roland reached out and took it.

This made her smile quickly spread from the corners of her mouth to her entire face.

"A sweet little gentleman."

She complimented him. "I don't mean to comment on your body like a newspaper writer, ma'am," Roland said in a lower voice, "As you said, being beautiful is useless."

"Oh, I know now." Natalie turned with a smile, and the sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the cold and quiet corridor: "You haven't experienced it yet, and you haven't made up your mind to enjoy happiness with others...right? We are not like the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, dear, if you try it once...you will know."

Seeing that Roland didn't answer, she didn't continue and instead changed the subject.

"The ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence don't care about these things. We need happiness, we need 'vitality', the vitality brought by living people, the vitality that makes us feel alive all the time."

She told Roland that this was a special method used to maintain their "qualifications".

"Of course there are other ways. But I prefer this one... Who doesn't?"

Natalie said.

"My mentor missed out on so much happiness. It would be a waste to live like this for two hundred years."

When talking about mentors, we have to mention Enid.

She and Natalie's mentor have known each other for many years, and they had fought side by side more than a decade ago, facing cultists, sins, and aliens together.

"I heard that they had a small dispute. After that, they never saw each other again for ten years."

Natalie told Roland.

"Occasional correspondence, that's all."

Roland blinked: "That's not just a 'little quarrel'..."

It is not just a "small dispute" that can cause two people who have known each other for many years and fought side by side to never meet again.

"So, this time, my mentor also hopes to convey a message to your chief judge through me, hoping that -"

There was a pause.

Not only Natalie, but Roland also noticed it.

The dungeon was filled with a strong smell of blood.

A bad feeling came over me.

Natalie naturally let go of Roland's hand, and the two of them walked quickly inside.

In the cell where Mason Lyle was being held.

Roland saw a bloody corpse.

as well as.

Still tearing, chewing, bathing in blood...'hound'.

Roland looked solemn and walked forward slowly.

He stared at the girl buried in the blood for a while, then spoke softly, "...Halida, what are you doing?"

Like a hound that has heard its call, the girl with black hair suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling in the darkness like a silver moon that greedily devours light.

She used her hands and feet to quickly crawl towards him, circling around his feet and beside him.

Leaving behind a lot of bloody handprints.

With her face that couldn't tell whether it was her own flesh or someone else's, she rubbed against Roland's trouser legs like a puppy that hadn't seen its owner for a long time.

"…Ke…Colin…"

Soon, the order of the words that had just been arranged was distorted by twitching.

She hiccuped, looked up at the amber that tilted like a waterfall with blurry eyes, and woofed.

Loud and crisp.

Passionate.

"Wang!"

Natalie was laughing behind Roland.

"I knew you had to have some other hobbies, Mr. Collins."

(End of this chapter)