The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 622: A Little Joke

The bean fire flickers.

Two furtive figures climbed over the picket fence in the dark.

You have to climb up to the third floor using the long ladder that was hung early.

Before that, though.

Rose took light steps and, through the moonlight veil shining through the leaves, she touched her lips with her fingertips.

'Wait a moment. ’

She stopped Halida who was about to go up first, grabbed one end of the rope ladder, and pulled it hard!
Clap!

The taut rope ladder suddenly broke.

look.

Rose was about to take credit for it—

From the third floor, above their heads, at the other end of the rope.

A pot of boiling liquid was poured over his head.

In an instant, Halida's pupils dilated like diffusing mercury!

She reacted almost faster than Rose, and pounced on him like a mad beast, pushing away the girl who had long since untied herself and taken off her cloak and thick coat!

Wow!

The boiling liquid rained down on Halida's cloak, seeping through her heavy coat and wetting itself firmly into the cotton padding.

Rose cursed, rolled and crawled, roughly tore off Halida's cloak, took off her coat, tore off the cotton pad and shirt, and checked her skin - fortunately, the scalding liquid could not penetrate these layers of protection, leaving only a burnt smell.

Rose breathed a sigh of relief.

Sniffed.

She threw down her cloak, bent down and picked up the rope ladder she had hung before going out - at the other end, except for the end of the copper kettle, the place where it was supposed to be tied to the railing was cut neatly by the knife.

"Fuck, it's sugar! This bitch..."

Rose scolded.

Halida rubbed her neck, confused: "Sugar?"

Halida didn't know, but Rose knew it very well.

There is no more sinister means than this.

If you hate someone and for various reasons you can't kill her with a gun or a knife - then I suggest you boil a pot of water and pour it on her face.

The scalding liquid would ruin his appearance, and the resulting burns would also cause him torture and torment.

What could be more sinister than this?
No water required.

Instead, make syrup.

Because boiling water was poured on the face, you only need to deal with the burns.

When the face is poured with sugar syrup, in addition to suffering from the burns, you also have to consider how to remove the solidified sugar that is firmly stuck to your face.

The doctor will pull it.

Tear it off with the skin.

It's torn off bit by bit, accompanied by your wailing, until blood is dripping and your face is covered with scars that can never be erased.

"damn it…"

Rose spat, pulled up Halida, stopped climbing the stairs, and walked around the wall to the front door.

Pull out the gun and aim it at the keyhole.

Bang-!
The broken wood chips blasted open a round hole!
Rose kicked open the wooden door and rushed in with a thud!

Next to the warm fireplace.

The gray-haired girl covered with a blanket was warming herself by the fire with her eyes closed.

She leaned against the cushions of the recliner, a gold-covered book resting on her legs.

The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted when Rose walked in.

“…You guys came back earlier than I thought.”

Shandel rubbed the swollen corners of his eyes, and greeted the two thieves good night as he usually did.

then.

Rose pounced on him.

The blade between the fingers flashed in the fire and bloomed in the deep blue eyes of Shandel!

She uttered a short scream, and tumbled over the couch, landing heavily on the hearth-rug.

Rose immediately jumped up, stepped on her wrist, bent down, and pointed the tip of the knife at Shandel's neck - the blood vessel that was about to gush out.

"You bitch! Slut! You actually want to destroy my face?!"

This was originally a fierce thug on the street who was willing to risk her life. Even though she usually behaved like a normal person, at the critical moment, Halida next to her still saw Rose's true colors -

Just like she said.

The Tea Party is not an organization that advocates for justice.

If you are not prepared, you might as well be an ordinary maid.

"I'm going to find all the men on the street to **--" Before Rose could finish her words, Cinder grabbed her wrist that was holding the razor blade.

Just hold it gently.

Just look at her quietly.

Rose sneered, feeling the insignificant power coming from her wrist, and sneered: "I'm not Roland. You want to impress me with this? Why not wait until you are -"

Suddenly the world started spinning.

A wave of soreness and weakness came over her, and a heavy layer of blackness covered her eyes, like a tight belt that made it impossible for her to breathe.

Rose's limbs lost strength, and her hands fell limply.

Xiandel carefully picked up the thin blade, put his arms around her neck, and slowly put her on the floor.

She shook her nightgown and stood up.

"You may not know that the second ring's "healer" can change the physical condition of others through contact..." She smiled and stroked the gray hair hanging on her chest, turned to the desk, and picked up a small single-shot gun.

Aimed at Rose who was lying on the ground.

"So... goodbye?"

"Miss Vansittart."

Snap your fingers.

Halida's attack and the sound of gunfire reached the room together.

Bang-!
After the bullet flew out, Halida finally came in front of Shandel, kicked the gun out of her hand, and then punched her on the collarbone!

There was a crisp 'click'.

Shandel fell sideways, almost hitting the fence in front of the fireplace and falling into the fire.

Crackling sparks exploded in the stone stove.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Until the woman lying on the ground stopped breathing.

She propped up her upper body with her left hand and gave the vigilant beast an indescribable smile: "Do you want to be my enemy, Halida?"

The only answer she got was a loud dog bark.

"…Woof! I…We can't…Woof!"

The intermittent barking of the dogs was mixed with pleas that required great patience to understand.

"I didn't want you to join, little dog. Wouldn't it be nice to be a maid? Compared to me, you can accompany Roland all day long..." Shandel raised half of his arm with difficulty, but found that it was not his arm that was injured, but the clavicle under his neck.

She injured her collarbone.

Just one hit.

"Iron Cavalry"...

It's truly a unique road.

"But, for Rose's sake..."

"You're not doing this for my sake."

The sudden answer startled Halida.

Only then did she realize that Rose, who was lying on the floor, had already woken up, and the bullet did not hit her, but only made a small hole in the floor from a distance.

This…

This is…

"Oh, Shandel bets that you won't be qualified to join in the end." Rose calmed down, turned sideways, supported her head with her arm, and smiled. There was no trace of guilt on her face. "But I think you can definitely muster up the courage. After my training, it's not impossible for you to attack her."

she says.

“As it turns out, I won.”

Rose glanced at Shandel with pride: "You are not allowed to stop Halida from joining."

As she was speaking, she heard sobbing.

Halida squatted on the ground, looking at Rose with tears in her eyes, and occasionally she would sob with one or two loud "woofs" and burps.

Rose: ...

I feel like I've done something terribly bad.

"…This bet was made by that bitch Shandel, but it has nothing to do with me."

Rose sat up and crossed her legs, rubbing her toes in her green socks anxiously.

"Are you such an idiot? Don't I know what a "healer" can do? I'm with this bitch all the time..."

Shandel interrupted: "It would be better if you could call me Kratofer, Miss Vansittart." She rubbed her shoulders and frowned slightly.

"I might have broken a bone."

Before Rose could be happy.

Halida cried even harder.

"You deserve it," Rose's eyes flashed with anger. "Who told you to replace the water with boiled syrup?"

(End of this chapter)