The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 623: The Mad Dog's Little Thoughts

Shandel House.

Second floor bedroom.

Feeling that she was "deeply sinful", Halida spent the whole day serving Shandel.

Although she said it was just a minor injury and it would heal in a few days.

Rose was impatient and comforted Halida for a long time, saying that Shandel acted on her own and she deserved it. After a few rounds, seeing that Halida had no reaction, she left her alone and ran back home.

On the other hand, Halida felt extremely guilty about her behavior.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

She was not angry after being deceived by the two men. On the contrary, she felt a lot more guilty - she thought it was all her fault.

Because she didn't meet the requirements to join, but she insisted on asking others to help her...

This led to Miss Cinder being injured.

If she hadn't made such a request, this wouldn't have happened.

"What are you sorry for?" Shandel smiled and brushed aside Halida's fallen hair: "Isn't this what we agreed on?"

she whispered.

"That day, I gave you a chance to become a ritualist. Later, you insisted on coming to me..."

Shandel tilted his head: "Don't you want me to agree, to help you, to do everything I can to help your Master Collins?"

"Don't you want to join the "tea party"? "

Shandel looked at her straight, which made her feel a little nervous.

Halida turned her face slightly away.

"…You…are injured."

"I'm afraid the thief won't believe that I'm not hurt. You see, people with dull brains are always like this," Shandel took the cup of water handed to him by Halida, held it with both hands, and smiled as happily as a girl who had just bought a candy ball.

But Halida would never think so.

"I promised you, but I didn't say how."

Shandel squinted her eyes like a cat in the sun, her gray hair hugging her little face, and she asked for sympathy and love like a child who had just recovered from a serious illness and regained vitality: "How simple it is, and I can avoid dealing with that rude person..."

Shandel only made a bet with Rose and strongly expressed that he did not want Halida to join the tea party.

This thing was successful.

She likes to do the opposite of her.

"But…"

Halida didn't understand why Shandel did this.

She had nothing to match in return.

Just a dog...

What's the use of a dog?
"Your joining the tea party is the best reward for me, Miss "Rabid Dog"."

Cinder was not surprised by Halida's question.

She smoothed the black satin that hung to one side of the other person, raised her palm upwards, and ran her thumb across her trembling eyelids.

"You have beautiful eyes, very similar to Roland's."

she murmured.

Ever since Shandel discovered that Halida had the potential to become a ritualist, he would never object to her joining - her pursuits were different from those of the barbaric, unpresentable thief.

Roland needs more obedient people to push him forward...

How can a second ring compare to the Father of all things?

He must at least become immortal, so that he can truly replace the glory that claimed to have created the world but no one could save it...

His master couldn't just be a second-ring ritualist.

Otherwise, why didn't he just die?

"My Roland cannot do without the help of a gentle, thoughtful and dedicated ritualist... Halida," Shandel looked at her quietly, his tone sincere: "You see, I am injured and have broken bones. All this is just so that you can help him in the future. My efforts will be rewarded - you will, right?"

Halida said woodenly: "…I don't, I don't know…whether Mr. Collins will, will be willing…"

"He's willing to help if you help."

Shandel smiled warmly, lowered his arm with some effort, and gently pinched Halida's slender palm: "We can't do without you..."

Halida pursed her lips: "Ms. Rose..."

"That's not cheating," Shandel blinked, "Rose and I have no fundamental conflict. She probably just wants to get into Roland's bedroom and do something disgraceful - I never pursue this kind of ordinary, simple sex, Halida, I hope that his future is extremely smooth..."

"You want to repay him, don't you?"

The smile on the childlike face became deeper and deeper, even making Halida feel uncomfortable.

"Then repay him well..." "A loyal dog is more valued and trusted by his master than an uncontrollable lover who always has his own ideas..."

Shandel pulled Halida's arm into his arms and pulled her towards him.

"I guess I know what you want."

"You ambitious dog."

She leaned over the calm mad dog's ear and whispered a spell:
"but."

"Just like this time, the next time, and every time."

"I will help you..."

The Holy Cross has the power to seduce people.

The saints they chose are well aware of this.

Halida lowered her eyelashes and shook her ears in the hot air blown by the dog trainer.

…………

……

The old butler, who had been waiting for a long time, stood outside the manor with his hands behind his back and two servants.

After his lady jumped off the carriage, cleared her throat in a reserved manner and knelt down gracefully, he quickly stepped forward.

"You are finally back!"

Rose lamented, "Who made my lover hate me and kick me out of the house?"

Tom got stuck.

Then, there was a heavy sigh.

In the old man's opinion, the girl's personality is becoming more and more like the old man's when he was young, even to the point of being exactly the same - although he does not believe that this child is really James Shelley's lost daughter...

He has lived for so many years and has long understood one truth.

There are no coincidences in this world.

——He was not referring to those coincidences, but a real and perfect fate.

However, Lillian Rose Vansittart's background is really vague, and her past before she and Diamond Anne arrived in London is difficult to find out, especially since this may only be known by the dead Diamond.

Old Tom couldn't understand why his master believed that the child was her daughter.

to be frank.

If possible, he even hoped that Mr. Shelley would adopt Lillian as an adopted daughter, so that she could rely on Shelley and still move freely in London - it would be better than being disappointed one day.

As for kicking him out, or more 'serious' measures...

Old Tom hadn't thought about it.

Although he is a ritualist, he does not walk the path of 'no emotion'.

These days, he gradually fell in love with this lawless girl.

"Always come back before nightfall..."

Old Tom kept on talking: "This is not in accordance with the rules and it is not decent. You are not married yet... No, no, no, I mean, even if you are married, it is not okay."

He noticed that the pair of green eyes beside him lit up for a moment, and he quickly made up for it:
"Once you get married, your husband will worry about you. Miss, although the master is not willing to teach you to be a 'qualified lady', he can't be too..."

Old Tom moved his lips but didn't utter the word.

"Don't let the master worry."

Rose stretched herself. "I bet Mr. James isn't worried about me at all. It's you, Tom, who's worried."

indeed.

The master didn't even ask where the young lady had gone.

"A girl who has been hanging around on the streets with diamonds since she was a kid, and who has made a name for herself, and is a woman - you don't need to worry about her."

How could Old Tom not worry?

On the one hand, he was afraid that this bad-tempered girl would offend someone she shouldn't. On the other hand, he didn't want to see Rose doing whatever she wanted all day, and when the truth came out one day, it would bring shame to the Shelley family.

As James Shelley's butler, his considerations were not unreasonable.

But Rose never makes sense.

"Are there any news about the ceremony I asked you to inquire about last time?"

Old Tom raised his eyes and said, "Your ring-raising ceremony has been prepared..."

Rose: "I'm talking about Halida."

Old Tom was unhappy: "A slave..."

(End of this chapter)