The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 660 Ch.659 The Seriousness of the Maid

Since Roland joined the Inquisition, he has indeed handled more cases than ordinary executive officers.

And quickly.

Fernandez called him a 'lucky guy', but other executives didn't see it that way.

Especially little York.

He asked about Roland's rest time, and asked if he could spare some time to visit him, to ask him for the so-called "secrets", and to listen to his detailed account of the course and results of those cases - Roland naturally agreed, on the premise that it would not delay their pursuit of the cultists of the "Tea Party".

York assured himself that the cult looked like a gang from some unknown country who were trying to make a name for themselves in London.

Within a few days, his mentor brought all the people back to the court.

He will pay a visit once this case is over.

"He may never be able to come as a guest again in his lifetime."

After leaving the courtroom with Halida, Roland had to go to Taylor's house.

He had not yet told Randolph the whole story from the beginning of the case - Theresa was so scared that night that she almost pounced on Paula Caro and fought with her.

Fortunately, she didn't do that.

There was also the cat called 'Wrinkle' that Roland brought back from Porti, which he named Wendy. It stuck to Beatrice all day long. Beatrice also stuck to it all day long.

I promised to give it to Shandel, luckily...

Didn't tell her in advance?
"Otherwise the cat won't live long."
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It's unlikely that Cinder would get angry with a cat.

"She's mad because of the cat?"
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Pay attention to your attitude.
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Is this how you talk to God?

"..."

"I see you're enjoying it."
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What fun it is.

"Whether it's Rose or Shandel."

"A bunch of lunatics."

"You didn't even try to stop them, did you?"
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Think about it for a moment.

"one time?"
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Two times.

"I didn't ask you a few times... Never mind."

"You better be careful."

"The crime of fabricating a deity is much more serious than that of a small cult. If you attract the attention of a high-level ritualist, I still want to live a few more years."
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Didn't you say you would live and die with me?

"Do you think I have any other choice?"

Roland grinned.
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About the Allens…

"What?"
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Like Kingsley said. I'm increasingly aware of things they can't...
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But you don't feel sad at all? -
No.
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I mean, besides the sadness...
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Maybe regret?
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Emotions like that... or something else... I think...
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Well.
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Do you understand what I am saying?

The flames quickly gathered into a fountain of flames that erupted upward, burning quietly within his sight.

“The cost will continue to grow.”

"This is a choice you made a long time ago, Roland."

"You have no room for regret."

……

After getting on the carriage, Halida was the first to spread a small blanket on Roland's seat.

The master and servant talked about "Traveler's Tooth Decay" - first of all, this thing would never be given to Rose.

So, do you want to use it yourself?

"…gentlemen."

Unexpectedly, the maid took the initiative.

"If you're willing, could you give it to me...?"

Roland was a little surprised.

Based on his understanding of Halida, there was no way she would speak about the ownership of this strange object - after she became a ritualist, she studied with Chandel for a short period of time, and later, she stayed with Rose for a long time.

There was no way she didn't know the value of the rare item.

Especially this bad tooth that allows people to come and go freely.

"…As best I can, I guess."

Halida paused and looked at Roland seriously, like the soft moon outside the window at midnight, not strong in brilliance, but with her persistent silence that made people feel her firmness.

"Help...help you."

Roland didn't care about the value of this rare item. He just superficially (or profoundly) thought that this kind of thing would constantly add up the painful cost after using it...

Perhaps more suitable for Shandel Kratov.

Maybe she was not longing for the power brought by this strange object, but was instead keen on the pain that penetrated deep into her bones.

Compared to Halida, Shandel is more suitable.

"It will hurt a lot, Halida."

Roland pointed at his face, bent his joints, and tapped his forehead a few times: "It hurts so much that it drives me crazy."

This action ruined the maid's usual straight lip line. She opened her eyes as wide as possible and straightened her back: "I can... sir. I can!"

She wanted to be like the moon.

"Okay." Roland replied casually.

Halida was stunned for a moment: "…Wha, what?"

Roland smiled and pulled the maid's wrist. "Then, protect me."

Place the tooth in the other person's palm.

Halida looked at the teeth in her palm, then looked at Roland who looked gentle, and confirmed it again and again in disbelief. She was so excited that she was shaking all over: "I! Of course! I will! I - I - woof!"

"Shhh."

"Wang!"

"Shh..."

"Wang!"

It seems.

I can't stop for a while.

"You've become more pale lately, Halida."

"Wang!"

"If you hate Rose and Chandel, just woof."

"Wang!"

"If you like to sleep upside down, just woof."

"Wang!"

"You don't hate me, do you?"

"Wang!"

"You are more like a dog than she is."

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That night when she returned to the city, Teresa was terrified.

Not only did she have to put on a strong posture to comfort the frightened Beatrice, but she also had to send someone to notify the court. She was just one step away from jumping on the criminal and fighting him to the death, for the sake of the young lady and the real owner of the Taylor family.

Randolph Taylor.

——Although after the incident, Theresa grumbled about Randolph a lot.

"If you hadn't insisted on traveling in the middle of the night, I'm afraid we wouldn't have encountered such a disaster!"

They could indeed spend the night and set off again when dawn knocked on the door.

Randolph was eager to return home.

As a result, the car was almost destroyed and people were almost killed.

He couldn't refute Theresa on this matter, and he thought she was right.

Sometimes, daytime is much safer than nighttime - judging from the situation at the time, Patton in the rear car would definitely not have time to rescue.

If Roland had not been there, perhaps he, his sister or Theresa would have paid the price with blood.

Roland saved their lives again.

"So, how are you going to repay me?"

When he arrived at Taylor's house, he was still greeted by Theresa and her master - this time you don't have to worry about choosing a master, Theresa.

Roland wanted to make such a joke, but he felt that he would get beaten.

"Your mouth is becoming more and more like Su Yue."

The weather is not too cold.

Randolph wore only his shirt and a thin cape.

"Repay? I can make the decision and ask Betty to lend you some money to buy a second dragon."

The merchant today is thinner and paler than usual.

There was no trace of blood on his face, and he looked visibly tired.

But he still hugged Roland tightly and patted his back hard. It seemed that the shock could penetrate Roland's heart and reactivate another painful heart.

"It is foreseeable that Taylor will owe me a group of dragons in the future."

Roland took off his hat, handed it to Theresa, and walked into the house with Taylor.

"…about Mr. Bellows. Randolph, I'm so sorry."

"Really?"

"I've said everything I need to say in Porti." At least from his expression, Randolph no longer looked sad. "I can't dwell on the pain, Roland. I don't live just for myself."

He made it clear that he had a "not very healthy" sister.

Roland nodded. "Of course, Randolph. You still have Miss Brown Rabbit that you haven't caught yet."

"Do you have to give people nicknames?"

The two people walked and talked, and the gate was just around the corner.

Beatrice was waiting at the door early, holding Bronte's hand.

She was wearing a small dark green blanket and holding the wrinkled woolen cat with a look of "I didn't do it voluntarily" in her arms.

"Roland!"

(End of this chapter)