The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 566 Ch.565 Halida's 'Belonging'

This is the daily life of an executive.

There weren't many true cultists, but mortals who were 'infected' with the invisible arts were like ants in a sugar bowl. For example, this woman who called herself Ge Lin, and the 'small organization' behind her that spread the evil arts - by the way, it was a two-pronged operation that day.

Roland arrested her on one side, while Fernandez caught the rest on the other.

Compared to Ge Lin, the fate of her friends was not so good.

Except for one particularly clever one who hid in the closet before Fernandez took action, the rest of the people were killed.

The whole house looked as if it had been plowed back and forth for decades by the scythe made of the storm in the arms of the god of death.

But the court does not need to pay a penny for this.

Later, Roland took Halida to deal with several minor cases:

For example, suspected sacrificial murders, cult worship, illegal secret societies, etc. - after several cases, our Miss Milk Coffee learned nothing except a 'proud' attitude.

——His hands were folded and placed on his lower abdomen, his chin was slightly raised, and his face was expressionless.

Apart from this self-proclaimed "intimidating" demeanor, Halida had not learned anything and dared not do anything - such as shooting, punching, and really subduing a boy who was not even as high as her belly button.

No.

Roland gave up.

He planned to have a formal discussion with Randolph about the maid after visiting Benevento - he didn't think there would be any difficulties, but based on Halida's skin color and Theresa being an extremely 'traditional' maid.

He was worried that Halida wouldn't be able to withstand standard maid training.

"I can! Sir! I, I can do it!"

"Last time I told that woman to give her a left hook as soon as she walked in, and you said you could do it."

Halida: Yes, yes...

“Yes, but not completely.”

"I prefer to call it: The serious slap in the face of the little black slave's provocation."

Roland: ...
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Halida is already a ring.
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The "Iron Cavalry" ring seems to be similar to the "Holy Flame", both of which can instantly give people excellent combat power. I didn't expect...

"The early 'Iron Cavalry' and 'Assassin' were all like this."

"The harder it is, the higher her qualifications are."
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It also means more pain.

"That's true, but Roland, mastering any skill is painful. You can't always want to be her father."
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What bullshit are you talking about.

"You know what I mean."

"Roland, the true purpose of the association is for the leader to absorb the nutrients of the members so that he can go further and higher on the long stairway to godhood—"

"You can't do it the other way around."
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I am the Ritualist, the Wrench.

"so what."
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I am a transcendent ritualist.
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I possess the 'divine power' in the eyes of mortals, a power that makes people fear.

"so what."
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I do whatever I like.

"Whatever. But being a 'beast' is much easier than being a 'philanthropist'."

"Did I warn you?"

"Using the identity and background of Shandel Kratov, you will no longer have to worry about ritual objects; Lillian Rose Vansittart's new surname can provide you with worldly conveniences... in various aspects."

"Randolph Taylor - if you can capture his sister, you will be able to use some of the Taylor family's power."

"And Enid Jutia and the Inquisition."

"If you listen to me, you should slowly change the way you treat them...be smarter."

Roland was unwilling to talk more about this matter with Wrench.
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You're not the only smart person in the world, dear.

"It's been a while since you called me dear..."

"Still just as disgusting."

"very nice."

Halida was temporarily placed in Shandel's residence. At night, after Roland finished talking, she might be able to meet everyone she was supposed to meet...

Actually, there is only one.

"I finished writing it for you."

Rose, who I haven't seen for many days, is still beautiful... and noisy.

"I've been learning other fonts recently... fonts, do you know how many fonts there are? And the rhythm of poetry - Roland, you don't know how long it took me to make the pen obedient... Although the teachers all praised me for my extraordinary talent, I should have become a female poet or..."

Shandel turned the page slowly.

Simultaneously.

Push the cup hanging on the corner of the table to the ground with the back of your hand.

Click.

The crisp sound of breaking interrupted the incessant boasting.

Rose: ...

The green eyes glanced at her, then turned back to Roland's face, and continued as if no one was around: "... and the newspaper. Do you know how many newspapers the Shelley family has? Aha! I go to that newspaper and receive a lot of interesting letters every day - those that can't be published in the newspaper, those stupid things fill up the whole letter paper, I really don't understand how people can -"

Click. Rose: ...

She finally couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the table hard.

"If you don't want to listen, get out."

Shandel raised his eyes slightly. "You've been talking for half the night, Miss Vansittart. I don't know how you can have so many 'worthy' stories - although they are not worthy of mentioning in themselves... Learning to write and read is not a miracle."

As she spoke, she studied Rose's face, and suddenly changed the subject and apologized: "Maybe it counts for you. I was rude, right?"

Rose tried to kick her, but she hit Roland hard under the table.

"You can go fight over there. I mean, uppercuts and stuff..." Roland bent over and rubbed his knees, complaining, "Why do we have to put so much effort into this?"

He was referring to the "Fairy Ring".

This dream was completely different from what Roland had seen at first.

A Gothic-style castle is surrounded by the U-shaped Golden Lake.

In addition to a small amount of white rock, the walls are mostly made of ceramics and gilding techniques. In this dream of "achieving the impossible", Shandel created a building that is impossible to be "safe and sound" by integrating the design of reality:

The narrow opening serves as the 'foundation', but it suddenly widens upwards, and from a distance it looks like it is floating on the lake.

Such a building is impossible to appear in reality.

Castle in the lake.

This building has flower gardens, strange, eternal light that comes from nowhere, a concert hall with a full range of musical instruments, a studio where paint is almost a bath, and a whole private "ocean" that is always self-cleaning and is tucked into the ground floor and used as a bathroom.

And, like a folk collection, there are rooms of various styles.

The castle was several times larger than it looked, and Roland had not had time to visit many places. According to Cinder and Rose, they had also made a "shooting range" and a "forest" covered with icing sugar.

——The two girls have a considerable degree of tacit understanding in this regard.

Roland didn't feel involved at all the whole time.

Just after he helped build an Indian-style room and planned to give it a name, he was no longer allowed to participate in its construction.

"So, you plan to let that 'Halida' join us?"

Rose didn't have any good or bad opinions about skin color. Compared to her background, she cared more about whether the woman was interesting enough and compatible with them.

"You will be disappointed." Shandel replied indifferently: "She is not very courageous."

"Not much? Or not at all?" Rose glanced at Roland: "I thought I could have an extra partner for the night... You don't have any selfish motives, do you, you bad guy?"

She mumbled, and suddenly thought of a question. She turned her green eyes to Shandel, suspiciously: "Why did you agree?"

Shandel uttered an "ah" and squinted his eyes. He answered ambiguously: "Because Roland and I are planning to raise a pet."

Wha...what?
pet?

"You treat people as pets?" Rose couldn't help but frown.

She was not surprised at all by what Shandel Kratov did - this woman was always thinking about harming this person or that person.

Apart from hurting people, she has no other strengths.

"I don't think it's a good thing for a coward to join us, Roland. Although the Tea Party hasn't done anything earth-shattering, who can predict the future?"

Rose disagreed with Roland's proposal, but asked him if she could take Halida to Shelley's house to stay temporarily.

She had heard Roland talk about her, and felt a little sympathy for the poor girl...?

No.

It's more because she hates the other person.

"Even if we can't be together, Roland, we can't hurt a girl who is already miserable enough, right? If we are really friends, we can't treat her like this."

as predicted.

"I have no objection, as long as Halida agrees." Shandel smiled strangely: "Can you take good care of her?"

"The Shelley family has plenty of servants, Miss Kratov, plenty." Rose raised her eyebrows at Chandel as if to protest, and raised her chin: "You don't seem to understand Shelley's abilities at all?"

Shandel chuckled: "It seems you knew it before."

Rose: ...

With a pouty mouth, he turned his head and stared at Roland, as if he would immediately turn into a bird and peck him to death if he said no.

"Not to take care of her, Rose. Halida wouldn't want anyone to support her all day. I wanted to ask Theresa to do it. As you know, I will be leaving the East District with my uncle and Yam soon, and I am in need of a housekeeper."

Housekeeper?
Rose's heart moved, and her face became more enthusiastic: "I am 'Shelley', Roland. If you want to find someone to help, why ask Taylor?"

She admitted it happily now.

But Rose didn't notice that the person she hated most secretly touched Roland's finger under the table.

Shandel: 'You see, I know her better than you do.'

Roland: 'That's a bad thing to do.'

Shandel: 'You should also write the twenty-inch scroll yourself.'

Roland: "…Then let Rose suffer a little longer."

(End of this chapter)