The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 668 Ch.667 Burns's Kindness
Ms. Burns is a funny and talkative person.

This was Roland's first impression of her.

- Frankly speaking, this lady is not as 'captivating' as rumored by the outside world, and she does not have a unique charm that makes all men bow down.

She is indeed very smart and knows how to advance and retreat. She only touches on some topics lightly and knows whether to continue.

But no one will hate this kind of 'cleverness'.

She did not shy away from talking about her previous husbands, her "bad reputation", other people's suspicions and rumors - she said very frankly that she did not like this and had never committed any crime. Then, she quickly accepted Rose's apology.

She does not hide anything, and once she talks about it, she speaks openly.

Overall, Roland had a good impression of her.

Rose, of course.

She asked this woman, who made her feel inexplicably fond of her, whether any other cultists had come to her since the case was closed.

"No."

Burns replied quietly.

"You'll know when I invite you. There are a few 'selfless' gentlemen guarding the Field family's house all year round. They recently heard about the case in Inns Town and thought of me," she smiled self-deprecatingly, "They are very concerned about my safety, Lillian."

Rose grinned: "Someone from the Supervisory Bureau?"

"Who else would it be?"

Burns said.

"They were afraid they couldn't find evidence to accuse me of murdering my husbands one after another - if I really had the ability to do that, why didn't I find someone with a higher status and just do it once?"

The side hall is slightly narrower than the auction hall, and the lighting is dimmer. Apart from its magnificent nature, the organizers obviously consciously want to create a "mysterious" atmosphere - it is not far from Bijin Island.

Except people here can lie.

"I am very grateful for your help and that of your friends, Lillian, Mr. Collins. But I can't continue to thank you verbally - I am not from a prominent family, and my mother taught me since I was a child that real people should not always repeat meaningless words..."

"Even if every word is sincere, if it is repeated too often, it will not only be cheap, but also annoying."

She stopped in a dim corner of the side hall and looked at Rose sincerely.

"Perhaps for you, Lillian, this is just a trivial help. But for me, it is almost like a flame driving away the lingering shadow - then, this is the last time."

"What can I do for our friendship?"

Rose seemed to have never been thanked so sincerely and repeatedly, especially when a "notorious" lady talked about their friendship in the flickering firelight like an innocent girl who didn't know how to trim her hair.

The girl hid her chin shyly and glanced at Roland not far away.

"…I do have a question, Ms. Burns."

"Call me Rosalind, or just...Burns."

Rose nodded slightly and whispered to her a few times.

moment.

Burns' eyes flashed with understanding.

She smiled, her eyes moved around the black-haired man not far away, and then bounced back to the curly-haired girl's face as quickly as a rubber band.

“This is an eternal question.”

She started beating the drum in a ferocious tone, and the girl was so embarrassed that she almost turned away completely.

"The eternal question about women."

She pulled Rose's sleeve and turned her back to Roland.

"…You're right, Lillian. Men like meaningless things - just like two boxers hitting each other's heads, insisting on deciding the winner in a bloody mess…"

"What's there to be excited about, to shout about?"

She sighed slightly and glanced at the girl's front, which was as empty as the bank deposits of a poor man. At the beginning of a relationship, everything was extremely romantic, but when it reached a certain primitive and barbaric step, the standards of both parties would drop from spiritual to material - or flesh and blood.

Lillian's concerns were very reasonable.

"I don't know what you great people like you, the Ritualists, can do. But I know a lot about the more primitive and mortal..."

Burns moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, and whispered to the gradually brightening eyes...

……

Roland was wandering in the side hall.

Compared to the previous auction hall, this place was a hundred times quieter - everyone tried to keep their voices as low as possible when talking, and so far, the only sound he could hear was the 'dong dong' sound of heels and canes hitting the marble floor.

Gentlemen who could not be distinguished as mortals or ritualists sat at smaller round tables, writing the effects and prices of the items they were selling in dark ink on the tablecloths facing outward.

From time to time, someone would sit down, talk for a few words, and then leave quietly.

It seemed as if there was a huge baby sleeping in this hall, whose crying would scare everyone to death, and everyone was afraid of waking it up.
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Holy Cross should also hold such a fair.

he thinks.

To this day, all the 'trade fairs' he knew of hovered on the edge of legality and illegality, and the Crown God Cult, except for the "Private Alliance", was not willing to deal with mortals or sell precious rituals or strange objects to these pagans.

"Why share precious knowledge with these mortals and wanderers?"
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Because they will also bring other equally valuable things.
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Trading is more than just giving.

"You've learned a lot from Pointy Chin, although it's still superficial."

"Roland, believe me, even without this 'trade fair', the knowledge in the hands of these wandering ritualists will slowly flow into the pockets of the Crown God Cult."

"Do you think the so-called 'quota' of the Beheaded Club, with its strict yet loose restrictions, comes from the private alliance that hosts it, or... from other Crown God sects?"

Roland frowned.

"You've already noticed that, haven't you?"
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The sect is in…what's that called? They seem to be drawing a line.
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The invisible line that divides people.

"Ask your friend, he knows this word best."

Roland had indeed noticed it a long time ago.

Just like the rules of the Inquisition, like the rules of the Holy Cross.

You can't transfer knowledge outward, but there is no limit to the acquisition.

The major sects not only drew a line between ritualists and mortals, but also cut a cliff between ritualists, dividing each other.

"A very smart move."

"Look, what is the difference between ritualists and mortals?"

"Besides acquiring extraordinary powers from the night world, my essence as a human being has not changed."

"You are really 'superior'."
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but…
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I don't think there's anything wrong with that?
"Your background and wisdom cannot allow you to see further into the future, Roland."

"But I'm different."
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You are nothing different. You are still Miss Nina's memory.

"..."

"You didn't anyway."

Roland wanted to retort, but the person behind him came back.

The girl, who walked briskly, seemed to have put down a heavy burden, and her eyes were probably filled with joy.

"We only talked for a few words and then you ran off on your own."

She tossed her curly hair and smiled.

"Gentlemen never ask about ladies... So, what did you talk about?"

Rose puffed up her cheeks, her green eyes swiveled around, and after hesitating for a long time, she tiptoed forward: "Rosa, she..."

(End of this chapter)