The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 799 Change and Name

Roland wasn't involved in this matter just for Yolanda.

He wanted to find the secret of the scimitar.

The secret of Iron Lily's 'rage'——

How much truth and how much falsehood is there in this statement?
The girl didn't know.

But no matter how much, she didn't know how to repay this golden-eyed gentleman - he had a face that would never lack women and didn't seem to be short of money.

Yolanda didn't know how to repay him.

The girl recalled her own lady's daily speech and way of doing things, and soon became frustrated with her own poor imitation.

She was like a wild cat on a short tree, her ferocious breathing would indeed drive away those who 'didn't want to cause trouble' - but she herself was aware of the gap between wild cats and 'humans'.

Her advances towards Roland Collins turned into bitter apologies afterwards.

She looks like this.

It can only be like this.

Fortunately.

Roland didn't let her stay in her own world of pain for too long.

When Chandel Kratov, the gray-haired, blue-eyed girl (Yolanda thought she looked like a girl of twelve or thirteen) moved into the house with great fanfare—

She no longer had time to feel sorry for herself.

Dreaming back at midnight.

The dream was not all about the young lady's calm instructions before her death, but about the ruined hometown and the yard wailing in the flames - it was all about "Roland! Roland! Roland!"

All.

The people in this country are really strange.

She doesn't understand what's so good about it?

That Miss Kratov was evidently expressing her affection for Roland Collins.

If Lillian Rose Vansittart also loved Roland Collins, why didn't she hint to her parents as soon as possible?
As for Shandel...

A witch.

How could she be qualified to marry a man as handsome and suave as Roland Collins, who had an extraordinary background?

In Yolanda's view, the fight between the two was completely unnecessary - they could both get Roland Collins, just one as a wife and the other as a concubine.

Besides.

Yolanda also saw some indiscretions around Roland.

His personal maid, or rather, housekeeper.

Halida.

A black ghost.

Even though Yolanda knew it was just 'Li Song', it didn't stop her from despising this restless bastard.

She missed her master.

When there was no hostess yet.

——She thought that Halida could regard this thought as her "ultimate dream", but she must not let this thought hinder Roland Collins' marriage, or even hinder his communication with other ladies...

This mindset will become corrupt little by little.

Until it becomes a poison that makes people want to live or die.

She didn't know whether the carefree Miss Vansittart could see it, but Cinderella Kratov...the shrewd fortune-teller definitely saw it clearly.

She also often instigated.

I don't know what he thinks about all day.

The people in this country are not normal, no wonder they can build those weird big machines.

"We are the weird ones? I think you are the ones."

When Rose learned that Shandel had moved in, she immediately sent people to "move" - ​​but she was soon discovered by James Shelley, who dealt a heavy blow to the girl who was trying to do something indecent.

She didn't succeed.

then.

Every night, a nasty thief would smash the windows of Shandel with stones.

Until Shandel completely moved out of the bedroom next to Roland.

"us?"

The oriental girl in the garden leaned sideways, like the silent spring, dignified and bright. Even if she instigated the rose thorns or willow branches to whip like angrily, these words would no longer make people's hearts wrinkle or their brows uneven.

Today, it is difficult to evaluate her with the same eyes as when you first met her.

Such as 'cramped', 'uneasy' or 'a sparrow drenched in cold water' - Roland loved the last description.

"us?"

The girl raised her head slightly.

The black hair flows over the shoulders, like water softly and firmly chiseling the Bodhisattva a hundred years later.

"I don't understand why some countries don't allow their people to study esoteric arts." Roland knelt in the recliner, covered with a thin blanket - Chunchun didn't need it anymore, but who made him find a second foster mother for himself?

His brown-skinned foster mother was worried that he was freezing. "Does your empire allow its people to become sorcerers?"

Yolanda held the bamboo frame in her hands with a gentle look on her face, and sewed it back and forth with her needle-twisting fingers like threading a flower.

"Agree...?"

Roland hesitated.

The major Orthodox churches do not seem to 'disagree' with people becoming ritualists.

but.

They...what's the word?

Roland recalled what Randolph had told him—

monopoly?

"We do agree."

Roland shook his head.

"It's just verbal agreement."

Just like joining the Ring of Eternal Silence, apprentices have to go through three years of "trials" before they can get the ring-up ceremony (Roland didn't know if there would be another three years after these three years, after all, where there is success, there must be failure) -

Each Orthodox religion has its own threshold of entry.

However, those ladies and gentlemen who have no background or power, or who are destined to fail in their mother's womb, obviously have to go through much more hardships than one can imagine.

Like Jerez.

The 'Lion' Sir.

He seemed to have enough qualifications, but he was confined to a remote place, without resources, channels to obtain rituals and materials, and even - he had to be frugal with his living expenses.

The actual core of the Imperial Cult's approach is no different from the attitude of the Yolanda National Ritualists towards the people.

One is 'No entry' and the other is 'You are welcome, but you will be beheaded'.

"I almost wanted to ridicule your hypocrisy, but when I thought of my hometown and the way those people behaved, I swallowed the words back."

Yolanda lowered her eyes and spoke softly.

She stopped and turned to Roland, sighing softly.

"So 'rebellion' is rebellion, Mr. Collins. Some disaffected people, who have become ritualists through special channels, have hoisted a flag of rebellion - I don't mean those colorful, rude, and unceremonious flags."

"Is this your special culture?" Roland only understood half of it: "So, you... I mean, your lady is also a rebel?"

"It wasn't."

Yolanda shook her head.

"Since the master was murdered, the young lady has met several people in succession... I can't say the names of those people. Mr. Collins, in short, this is a battle that is difficult to win - I don't mean to be derogatory..."

She looked at Roland, and the sadness in her eyes disappeared in an instant like the sparks rising in the fireplace.

"Once your Empire intervenes in this war, there is no chance that the rebels will win... not even a little bit."

she says.

"The balm is the key to open the door."

She shook the cloth in her hand, opened the bamboo support, and handed it to Roland.

Her embroidery skills are indeed better than many people.

It was an eye.

Eyes similar to his.

Amber.

The uneven lengths of textures in the pupil are like light and doors.

"That's a crude name you give yourselves, sir."

Yolanda saw Roland staring at the cloth in a daze, so she put the needle back into the ball of thread and said with a smile:

"The bronze-eyed god who brings hope..."

“To light the way for those who are willing or unwilling, to manifest and open the door of hope.”

she says.

"I think the Bronze-Eyed God could be renamed to something more mysterious, at least so that Miss Vansittart can save herself the trouble of persuading the people to believe in him. As you said, names are important."

Roland shook the cloth and muttered, "I have made suggestions, Yolanda. For example, I changed it to 'The Twin Scepters of Brilliant Destiny Overlooking the World' or something like that..."

"But she didn't agree."

Yolanda's smile froze.

"If you don't mind, I've got a good idea."

"Tell me?"

Yolanda gathered her long hair and turned to the butterfly that was pursuing her passionately in the flower garden, and the cold and silent stamens.

"The door in the pupil."

she says.

(End of this chapter)