The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 712 New Tricks (Added)
Roland felt a little guilty.

Because he knew that, for all reasons, Enid would never allow himself to complete this task alone - to "protect" Charles Robert Darwin, witness his assassination, or kill him before the ship docked if things went wrong.

This time they will obviously face other high rings.

Roland did not have the power to ensure his own safety in front of Gao Huan.

So, once he raised his hand, it would implicate his two partners: Fernandez and Shandel.

I am really ashamed...

But he had to do it.

"I won't allow you to go, Roland."

Enid rested her chin on her interlaced fingers.

This tone and wording that was not appropriate and not "official" enough made the executives present suddenly realize:

The one who could not accept it the most was Fernandez himself.

At this moment, his expression was as if he was about to poop in his pants. His whole body was stretched thin, with the cheeks on both sides sucked into his mouth, as if he was using all his strength just to give the little star under his tailbone a slight sense of urgency.

"I won't allow you to go."

Enid stared at Roland: "Do you know how dangerous this mission is?"

Other executive officers: …

So, let's go?
Peter Heller had already begun to study the patterns on his deerskin glove.

The benefactor is above.

Holy Flame above.

This is not true, is it.

He smacked the bitter smell of cigarettes in his mouth and turned slightly towards the sofa.

as predicted.

Blade was winking at him.

'What did I say? Women know women, and men know men, old poker.'

Peter Heller shook his head deeply.

How can this be possible?

It's so unseemly.

Lady Enid Judia was almost a full Yorkshire shire away from Roland Collins.

As he thought this, he began to move like a snail, moving to the side of the sofa.

He took the cigarette handed to him by Blade with one hand and put it under his nose to sniff it.

'…You're right.'

"I've said it before, they're both abnormal. Although I don't know Collins well enough, Enid can't fool me. In these years, she had nothing to do except poop and pee - until this Mr. Golden Eyes appeared."

Peter Heller thought to himself, I agree, I agree with everything.

but.

The office is just this big.

It would be better if you could keep it to yourself.

Other executive officers: …

Yes.

Everybody heard it.

Enid did not hide her expression, and her thick brows relaxed as she scanned the faces that were either surprised or pleased.

Finally, it still stayed on Roland.

"In short, I don't agree."

Of course she didn't want her brother to take such a big risk.

But meddling with fate without authorization...

It may also lead to them never being able to "recognize" each other...

This is a paradox.

Enid was conflicted.

Mentioned before.

Having reached the higher rings and having penetrated deeply into the dormant world to a certain extent, the ritualists have a more or less clear understanding of the truth of fate—just as Peter Heller guessed.

Because of her own identity, it is difficult for her to judge the scale.

Sometimes, she wanted to simply arrange Roland to the least dangerous logistics position, drinking tea and chatting with the ladies all day long, waiting for the salary to be paid after get off work.

But at the same time, she also understood that once she did this, many things would be difficult to undo.

She had to respect Roland's opinion.

Even though he approached danger again and again...

But time and again, fate has rewarded the brave.

'Fate, you are also a son of a bitch.'

Enid sighed, "I give you permission to go with Fernandez and Chandel."

She was relieved, and then she started to pick and choose among the executive officers.

Someone raised his hand.

"Blade?"

"Count me in," the woman lazily leaned on the back of the sofa, resting her chin on her arm, winking at Enid, "Oh, I'll bring your little baby back safely."

Enid: ...

She was confident in Blade's strength.

The brief hesitation seemed to make the woman on the sofa realize something.

"Don't be picky, Your Honor. There's no one better suited than me—and since everyone else on my team is dead, I'm still free."

Just right?

Roland glanced at her.

Blade stood up from the couch and walked around to the desk to stare at his presiding judge.

'You've gone soft, Enid.'

Enid dropped her eyes.

She knows it herself.

"so be it."

After deciding on the candidate, Enid took out the Queen's handwritten letter - Fernandez would arrive at the port of call in advance with the letter, gain the scholar's trust after boarding the ship, and protect him all the way to London.

Until, make sure he is killed by a ritualist from the Maelstrom or another sect.

or.

By them.

Maybe Roland's constant involvement in dangerous behavior irritated her, but she didn't speak to him again—or even look at him—until the meeting was over.

The angry judge asked Fernandez to lead them away, leaving behind those who said they were "busy with their duties".

"Find a training ground."

"It's been so long, you should make some progress."

Peter Heller: …

It's not necessary.

…………

……

Leaving the office, Fernandez began to complain.

He couldn't believe that Roland and Enid Jutia would have any feelings for each other - he didn't care about this task at all, he wanted to find out how they got together...

forgive him.

Using the word '搞' is not very respectful.

——He wanted to find out how they fell in love with each other.

"Maybe Enid is just being bashful, Fernandez."

"Oh, Enid, Enid, you are so kind to call me that - boy, tell me the truth! Either you are shameless and immoral and used dirty tricks to seduce her, or she is a slut. Choose one."

Fernandez threatened: "You know what to choose, right?"

Roland said sincerely: "Can I choose both?"

Fernandez held Roland's arm and gradually tightened his grip, squeezing out the words from between his teeth: "You really dare to say that."

Blade kept laughing beside him.

Fernandez glared at her.

"You are clever."

"I don't want to be beaten." The woman crossed her arms, moved closer to Roland, and asked in a low voice: "Have you slept together?"

Roland: ...

Like a reporter chasing tidbits.

"not yet."

Blade was shocked and leaned back a bit, "Not yet?!"

At the same time, his eyes followed Roland's waist...

"So what do you usually do? Talk about national affairs together?" The woman pulled her upper body back and when she got close to Roland, the scar running through her face became particularly vivid. "How does Enid smell?"

Roland was surprised: "What's that smell?"

He thought she was going to ask something more obscene.

odor?

"Oh, yes. I heard," the brunette smiled and raised her lips, her face puffed out with mischief, "I heard that some men like it and love it to death."

"odor."

She pulled her arms up, unashamedly showing off the areas that tended to sweat easily in the sweltering heat.

I did sweat a lot.

She is a sweaty woman.

Blade pointed, then put it down, and whispered mysteriously, "They sucked hard."

Roland: ...

He felt that his relationship with Enid, with Chandel, with Rose...

It's obscene enough.

I didn't expect there was another trick called sucking hard.

He couldn't accept it.

"Suck it hard."

“I like that word.”
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I feel like she and Ms. Natalie have endless things to talk about.

(End of this chapter)