The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 654: The Bronze-Eyed God
There are times when executive officers are powerless, such as arresting themselves.

The same goes for the leader of the evil society.

He had no way of stopping a thief who was in high spirits from causing chaos in half of London just to punish those quack doctors - to be honest, there was nothing wrong with dispensing justice under the guise of a thief, it was just that Rose was too sociable.

She said many things to those who were helped that embarrassed and shamed Roland.

He couldn't accept it.

Who taught her?

"You tell me first whether you are happy or not."

Then I decide the answer based on your mood.

The world of sleep.

Fairy ring.

-By the way, Halida was bitten by the little candle that day and gained the right to enter the fairy ring.

then.

Listen to what Rose said to those poor people when she was seeking justice.

……

'Our God?'

'Of course, you should pray to Him.'

'He is the beginning of overthrowing all impossibilities and the end of creating all possibilities.'

'From the bronze-eyed god in the mist—'

……

“Haha ...

Roland: ...

"Can you tell me, Rose, why you did this..."

To be honest, Rose had to use a lot of effort to keep herself from laughing on the spot - the maid on the other side had already been hiccuping non-stop.

"I thought you would be happy."

"If you tell them a different one, like 'The Green-Eyed Rogue' or something like that, maybe."

Rose stiffened her neck and said, "Why do you say bad things about me?"

Roland's smile looked extremely 'gentle': "Oh, you also know it's a bad word."

of course.

Because it's just too funny.

Rose felt a little guilty, and asked Cinder quietly with her face tilted:
"Didn't you say he couldn't tell good from bad?"

Do you have an accomplice?
"No, it's all Kratov's fault. She asked me to do this!" Rose had already thought about it. Once Roland got angry, she would sell out Shandel immediately: "She insisted that this would be better for the tea party and for you..."

"It was Kratov who asked me to do this, wasn't it, Halida?"

Halida rubbed against Roland and shook her head vigorously: "I... I don't know... anything, Miss."

A smart puppy won't get involved in his owner's stupidity.

"Our Miss 'Thug' wanted to make the tea party more famous, and asked me to make up a few plausible prayers for her—" Shandel held the teacup and blinked: "I couldn't resist, so I just said a few words... Is it decent?"

Rose slammed the table, annoyed: "You asked me to do this!"

Shandel sighed, "No, of course not. I spend all day in the courtroom, or I read at home. Vansittart, why would I come to you on my own initiative? Do you have to frame me in front of Roland?"

Rose was so angry.

This woman is what asked her to do!
Ok…

Although it was indeed she who found Shandel first.

——After Rose tied the quack doctors' ankles and hung them upside down under trees or street lights, some rumors gradually spread among the residents of the downtown area.

such as.

There is a cult calling itself the "Tea Party" that is doing "heroic deeds" all over London. The two most famous members of the cult are "The Thug" and "The Rabid Dog":
One wore a mask with goat horns, and the other wore half a dog (wolf) head.

It was said that in addition to these two, there were many other "powerful" members in the organization, such as "Knight", "Queen", "Arrow Moon", etc. - all of them were strange names that Roland had never heard of.

Obviously.

The citizens used their imagination, which they rarely used in their good lives, to invent many 'friends' for the "thugs" and the "rabid dogs".

Shandel was very satisfied with this.

Because pain stimulates imagination, and greater pain will stimulate more fantastic imagination, thereby offsetting the difficulties in reality - every time the Saint Miss thought of this, she could not help feeling happy.

"Xandel."

Roland put down his teacup and stood up.

"I think we need to talk alone."

There are countless rooms in the castle.

But for some reason, Shandel's room is right next to Rose's (and vice versa).

A room that was similar to her soul, cold and damp all year round. There was no fireplace, no flame.

The ferocious stone beast dripping with water quietly overlooked the man and woman by the pool.

Gray and dark green mosses covered every inch of the walls. Nameless plants spread along the corners of the ceiling and spread across the entire dome. They hung down like spider silk, curling and swaying like living clumps of messy, untrimmed pubic hair.

Apart from the pool of stagnant water in the centre of the room, the ground was littered with rotting, smelly roses.

"Why do you have to make your room look like a monster's lair?"

Roland pushed aside the thin branches that tried to kiss his cheeks. Some of them were wrapped around his hairband, trying to climb up to his head and blend into his black hair.

"No one can stay here."

"It's just an attempt, Roland." Shandel opened his palm, caught the drooping tendrils, and gently pinched off a section. "The fairy ring cannot create real 'life' - this is the limit."

The wet vine twisted a few times in the girl's hands, and gradually melted into a force invisible to the naked eye and dissipated.

"You want to ask me why I messed around with Rose?"

Cinder suddenly turned around and took a step towards Roland.

"Do you have to involve me? Teach it to those beasts?"

"still…"

The young girl twitched her pretty nose, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Roland with innocent eyes.

She read it like a long poem or appreciated a painting with unique techniques, and she was willing to spend a longer time studying it so that her subsequent love words would have substance.

She just said:

"Because I missed you - how's that for an answer?"

The girl took another step closer, stretched out her index finger, and exerted a little force on the flesh covering the heart. She pushed Roland back, crushing the roses' broken limbs and arms, and pushed him against the moss-covered wall.

The damp, sticky vegetation demands shirts of impeccable price and weave.

They lay on the thin fabric, letting their cold body fluids seep slowly into the living skin.

"You've changed since you came back from Porti, Roland."

The upturned nose on Shandel's face was like a leaking water tower.

The moment it broke through the shadow of the plant curtain, venom that could kill people with a smile poured out, quickly spreading to the surroundings, ruining a face that was young enough to participate in a children's sailing competition.

The innocent greed of children is more frightening than that of adults because they do not know when to stop and do not know how to write the word cruelty.

"You are totally devoted to your maid, that vile and shameless thief with a face thicker than a peasant's foot..."

The gray-haired girl tilted her head back, her eyes clear, as if her heart had been crushed by a machine called "Collins".

"You don't have time to come and see me, Roland."

She took another step forward until she had Roland completely engulfed in the embrace of the moss.

"Are you going to forget me?"

She stared into Roland's eyes, which were as bright and beautiful as always.

"Or did you believe that woman's words and hold a grudge against me for not helping your servant?"

She was about to cry. Her blue eyes, filled with water, were enough to arouse the longing for the compass and the ocean in all sailors who set foot on land.

Without waiting for Roland to speak, she grasped his hand and placed it against her neck.

Pressed hard.

"I just hope that participating in this 'little game' can help my master remember a poor, almost forgotten person..."

Roland slowly tightened his grip.

After the distance is shortened, the sound does not pass through the air, but jumps directly from the root of the tongue into the other ear.

"I'm not surprised at all, Shandel."

The girl avoided the hot wind by her ears, as if the sigh from her lover had made her cheeks red.

She looked blushing, and the face that could arouse the poet's most obscene and shameless fantasies gradually became flawless in the sunset after the water tower was broken.

"Next time, Roland."

The shy girl, who seemed to have never stepped down from the tower in her life, grasped the shepherd's wrist, bit her lower lip lightly, and her clear eyes were filled with tenderness.

"If you ignore me again..."

She spoke softly, but her eyes became extremely ferocious.

"I will report your name, the secret of the fairy ring, the 'sins' of the road, and everything to the Holy Cross..."

A smile played on her lips, and she could almost feel the oncoming tsunami shattering the sampan and drowning every expanding and contracting lung.

"Will you destroy me, or will I destroy you?"

"My love, you must always give me a suitable choice..."

The words come to an end here.

After the sampan broke apart, the survivors fell into the deep sea.

She suffocated.

(End of this chapter)