The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 630 Ch.629 The Days Roland Was Away

In Roland's absence, some people became lawless.

Although it wasn't much different when we were there.

Roland has a whip to make someone love him to death, and he also has the reins to control the pony.

——Usually, Rose would propose an extremely suicidal action.

For example, stealing the jewels inlaid on the top of the Holy Cross.

At this time, Roland would say:

We can steal the jewels, of course, but let's do it in a different place, okay?
Rose wouldn't take no for an answer.

Therefore, the degree of danger is greatly reduced.

The same goes for Shandel.

Now, Roland was not in London, and he could only meet them in the ancient castle hanging over the deep lake in his dreams at midnight. Both of them answered Roland in unison: We are waiting for your return.

As for Halida...

Halida is not without brains.

She would rather wait for Mr. Collins to return to London and tell the truth in private than tell the truth in her dream and then wake up the next day to find her head and legs in different places.

"I want to find a ceremony for Halida, do you want to participate?"

The thief sitting in front of the bed held a knife in his hand and peeled the apple skin into long pieces: "A ritual that will make it easier for his brother to carry..."

Shandel looked at the slightly nervous Halida, then at Rose who was concentrating on the apple: "Isn't the method he brought back enough?"

"Of course it's enough, but I hope there is a better way."

Rose picked up the apple peel that was dangling like a caterpillar and threw it on Shandel's lap. She stared at her face, which was smiling more and more like a standard smile, and raised the apple: "You don't want to eat it, right?"

Shandel said nothing.

"Anyway, I want to take a look. Burns, you should have heard of this last name."

"Burns? Mrs. Field?"

Cinder suddenly realized it. He looked at Rose quietly for a while, and then gave an unusual advice: "You'd better not have any ideas about her, Vansittart."

"So, you're not joining?" Rose bit a hole in the apple and wiped the juice on Chandel's blanket: "Oh, the first member of the "tea party" who doesn't fit in..."

Shandel stared at her with an indescribable look, as if he couldn't understand why this woman would enjoy seeking death.

The "secret scroll" she had seen was not like this.

"Sooner or later, you will kill your relatives and close friends while killing yourself."

"That's not necessarily true," Rose relaxed her neck, twisting her long eyebrows in impatience, "I don't want to live like you, Kratov."

She craned her neck forward and looked into the eyes that had turned blue in the dim room. "There are so many crazy things in the world... and you can't see any of them?"

Shandel lowered his chin.

She doesn't think of herself as a dull woman.

She just couldn't understand where Rose's "happiness" was - driving a carriage into a gold shop, or dressing up, exchanging a few affectionate glances with the salesperson, and then stealing jewelry from the store...

What's so interesting about this?
Doesn't she have any money?
"I won't risk anything stupid, Vansittart. Especially when it comes from your mouth - you know? Your mouth is as unreliable as those maids who are eager to hear about their master's love affairs. Not only that, you seem to be trying to end your life as soon as possible...?"

Shandel gave her different advice.

Suggest her to use her vigorous energy to seek knowledge, and learn from those experienced women how to make herself as soft as dough -

"It is said that men always like to discover some interesting shapes by themselves."

Rose snorted and nodded: "How do you know I don't have it?"

Shandel was speechless: "So, we are one country now."

Rose: ?
A surge of evil fire rushed up along the trachea.

The stunned girl dropped the half apple on the carpet and stood up suddenly: "…What did you and Roland do?"

Shandel blinked and imitated her innocently, nodding his own lips: "Same as you, Vansittart."

Rose: ...

"You are different from me."

"I should be the same as you." "Why should you be the same as me?" Rose opened her mouth: "We, we... Roland and I..."

I held it in for a long time.

"We kissed!"

Shandel tilted his head with a half-smile as he observed her expression, as if he was observing a body that he didn't know whether it was asleep or dead.

"Yeah, Vansittart. I'm talking about kissing... what else could it be?"

Rose: ...

The panting thief blew hot air through his nostrils and stared at the pale-faced woman on the bed. After a moment, a feeling of joy of "winning" quietly surged in his heart.

"Of course, I'm talking about kissing."

She squeezed her hands, and the little Rose in her belly was unscrewing the firework tube, letting her internal organs celebrate.

"Anyway, you're not participating, are you?"

"Of course I won't participate," Shandel rubbed his fingers slowly to loosen his stiff joints, "unless it's a formal visit. By the way, I will tell Roland Vansittart about this."

She always felt that this woman would die miserably sooner or later.

She couldn't understand Rose's behavior, just as Rose couldn't understand her 'malice' - how could that be called vicious?

Can anyone draw white on white paper out of thin air without adding black ink?
Halida, who was watching from the sidelines, remained silent.

She felt like a wild dog running through a narrow alley.

The wall on the left was hung with rows of sharp blades, while the wall on the right was covered with pus-filled sores, oozing a sticky and poisonous juice.

She didn't dare to approach either side, and was afraid that one side would suddenly get interested and squeeze the few narrow spaces she had. She could only swing and hang, carefully walking through this desperate and eternal narrow alley...

As for what her Mr. Collins is...

Halida lowered her head, her face feeling a little hot.

There is no sin in fantasy.

"Okay, wait till you tell Roland that I risked my life for Halida, while you just lay in bed all day complaining about this and that..."

Shandel asked if she should contact the gravekeeper of the Ring of Eternal Silence in advance to buy two tombs with good views for her and Halida.

"Buy it for yourself, Kratov."

Rose pulled out another soft card and waved it in front of Chandel: "I have this."

"let me see…"

When the spirit tablet is activated.

Rose saw a gray mist.

They rolled, and in the blink of an eye, dyed all the pale parts.

grey.

two cases.

An uncertain outcome.

Or someone may hold a magical object that exempts him from prophecy or possess similar powers.

This is much better than red, which symbolizes absolute danger.

At least it means that if Rose and Halida perform well, it is possible to achieve the goal - as for the latter possibility...what does one do without some danger?
"Let's find a night when she's having a party."

Rose put away her soft cards and said to Halida with great excitement: "We are just walking around. If there is any danger, we will run... without looking back. How about it? Pick a suitable road first..."

Halida looked at Shandel awkwardly, and when she saw that the woman on the bed didn't react, she nodded reluctantly.

She didn't think Rose was just 'walking around' and then 'running away' -

Countless times of "borrowing" proved it.

This Miss Rose...

He is a real robber.

(End of this chapter)