The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 817 Ch.816 Ant nests in various countries
It's not easy to get from London to the country where 'gold and honey flow'.

Theoretically speaking - if there are no force majeure dangers, troubles, or more unnecessary stops, they will drift on the sea for about three to four months.

To reach the destination.

This was just the captain's estimate before sailing. Even though he was experienced, he couldn't shorten the arrival time to a few days as Roland requested.

"I can only say three to four months. If something unexpected happens, it will be four to five months. Sir, you are Mr. Taylor's friend, I will not deceive you with the sailors' words - this is the most realistic number. "

"I thought that given your personality, you would force the captain to drive faster."

Yolanda stabbed.

In the 'bronze' room, a man wearing a shirt with three buttons unbuttoned was sitting on the bed with his legs bent, one arm on his knee and a straw in his mouth.

"Unruly..."

Yolanda's cheeks heated slightly as she glanced at the rare view.

This room is not the one she lives in.

It is said.

It was a place that the captain had ordered to be vacated before leaving, specifically for these distinguished guests to live in. It was not as good as Roland Collins's new house, but it was no different from most of the decent villas in London.

Being able to build a house like this on a sailing ship, one can imagine how much space it squeezes for sailors and cargo.

Rose didn't care.

"If you knew the purpose of this ship's voyage, you wouldn't feel sorry for the sailors."

Yolanda pretended to be nonchalant: "I didn't feel sorry for those sailors."

Rose didn't believe it.

"This was a shipping operation that Randolph Taylor had specially initiated for his good friend. There was no need to worry about the profit or loss on the books - Taylor paid for it out of his own pocket."

Yolanda looked at Roland and asked in surprise, "Mr. Taylor bought a whole boat?"

"You have to ask who the previous owner of this ship was."

"who is it?"

"Bellos Taylor. Randolph Taylor's father."

Yolanda: ...

"I won't let my friend suffer. This mission was initiated by the Inquisition. The ship rental, personnel employment, and all expenses during the voyage were paid by the Inquisition—to be more precise, the High Council behind the Inquisition. Enid will find the right person to reimburse."

Roland bit the grass roots.

This is a good opportunity.

He wanted to imitate the rough, barbaric, and unkempt behavior of the heroes and sailors on the sea, so that he could blend in with them in an instant and look more like a 'real' and 'full-smelling' man.

For example, he often holds a straw, cigarette or pipe in his mouth, unbuttons three buttons of his shirt, and rolls up his trouser legs to reveal his ankles...

He wanted to scare them.

As a result, no one showed surprise (Halida was so worried that she told her husband not to dress like this in London, in case more "indecent" women sent obscene letters.)
Of course he failed.

This outfit doesn't look like a rude and barbaric sailor, but rather, as Yolanda said, like a bohemian and unrestrained playboy.

"Ever since I got the golden blood, manliness seems to be gradually drifting away from me..." Roland covered his face and sighed.

"Your brain is also leaving you." Rose rolled her eyes at him. Her words were sarcastic, but her eyes were honest and firm.

It just drills around wherever it desires.

- Frankly speaking, Roland's body is solid and powerful, with smooth and full lines. If she were to evaluate him (of course, in her mind), she could call him a 'man among men'.

pity.

This blind idiot envied Fernandez de Vincenzo's size, saying that it made him look impressive - how could he be impressive if he couldn't even fit through a slightly wider door?
'During the last encounter, you could have killed him if you wanted to.'

'It's not a question of who kills who, Rose. Don't you think that body type is cool?'

'No. It just makes me think of rotten onions and over-rotten meat.'

The ladies present agreed with this idea.

Shandel also preferred Roland's current body shape, but she was smarter than Rose and rarely stopped her lover from pursuing a "bear-like body" in this regard. Since he had "golden blood", he became more and more elegant and refined, becoming more and more like the one described in the Book of Eden:
A true angel.

A real angel obviously wouldn't have two thick arms and run around like a meat dumpling. (By the way, if the Eden Book really described such an angel, Shandel would have a higher opinion of the Holy Cross.)
"I won't take a bath for half a year."

Seeing that they didn't take it seriously, Roland got angry and said, "For half a year, I didn't even wash my face."

Shandel interrupted crisply: "That's not up to you, Roland."

Somehow.

Rose's face suddenly turned red.

Halida lowered her head silently.

Roland:? -
Am I missing something?
"Ahaha."

Yolanda watched them quarreling silently, and suddenly felt that her previous vigilance and sharpness were unnecessary.

Based on her understanding of Roland Collins, the chances of him harboring the conspiracy of "I want to destroy your country" were far less than the idea of ​​"Let me see what the ant nest in your country looks like" - a vulgar man who could hold a piano and sing "Hou Men Hou Men" in public...

"So, what are you going to do?"

The difference between 'what is your purpose' and 'what are you going to do' is that Yolanda has no way to deal with him anymore.

Roland turned his head and blinked: "This is a mission given by the Inquisition. Yolanda, you don't know my identity, do you?"

"Executor."

The girl frowned, "Crossing the sea to catch the cultists in our land?"

"Don't underestimate this group of cultists."

Roland patted Halida's hand, sat up straight, stopped laughing, and became serious: "This group of cultists has caused a lot of trouble in London. They are brutal, cold, and inhumane. Almost every member is a top dangerous person."

"This time, they are involved... Anyway, the executive officers must take responsibility."

Yolanda stared at him in silence.

"Oh."

she says.

"Isn't it because you guys are playing tricks that you got into this trouble?"

The room suddenly became quiet.

After a very short silence, Roland sat up straight and turned to Rose: "How did she know?!"

Rose was also puzzled: "Didn't you tell her? The last time we left through the window wearing masks was in her bedroom... Roland, are all men forgetful...?"

"Why didn't you remind me."

"Did you give me a chance to remind you?"

"Speaking to your leader like this?"

"Wow, you still remember that you are the leader. I thought you couldn't even remember this..."

"I have no problem with my memory—well, do you know how many rooms there are in Randolph Taylor's house?"

"Of course, thirty-six. This is a skill that a good thief must have."

"Teresa's favorite maid?"

"Anna."

"What does the shop next to my uncle's pharmacy do?"

"There's no shop. It's just a little shed with a collapsed roof where coal is stored."

"How many hairs are there on Halida's body?"

"I still--what does this have to do with memory!"

Yolanda looked at Cinder sitting aside, covering his mouth with his hands and laughing, while Halida tugged at her master's sleeve in a disapproving manner.

This group of people...

He must have gone to check the ant nest.

(End of this chapter)