The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 821: Entertainment during the voyage
Roland was not completely ignorant of certain circles.

These ladies and gentlemen, who had both money and leisure, did their best to amuse themselves all day long, though they often did some ridiculous and foolish things - some of them were so ridiculous that one could hardly imagine them.

For example, before Roland set sail, the newspapers were talking about a jeweler who fainted in public.

The doctor removed a black eel from his intestines.

It is said.

only…

According to him.

This evil black eel, which was "cunning" and "knew how to attack people", took advantage of the time when he was taking a bath in the newly bought bathtub, deceived the lazy and dozing maid, and swam into the tank along the wooden frame.

happen.

He was just dozing off, sleeping on the towel pillow with his eyes closed.

and so…

Just said.

It is said that he failed to detect the black eel because it was 'too evil' and 'too cunning', cunning enough to know when to do evil in order to bring him the greatest punishment - it also dozed like the owner of its soft room, hiding its existence.

After the businessman had washed and dressed up, he stepped into the social scene with his curled beard and high spirits.

It began to wake up, curl up, and run around.

The sudden and unbearable pain made the poor, punished businessman pale and sweat ooze out of his hair like a floodgate.

He tried to numb his troublesome stomach by drinking guzzles of red wine until the party was over.

Clearly he failed.

He fell to the ground, holding his belly and wailing, which frightened all the participants present - they thought someone had poisoned the drink or food, and even blocked the manor and called the police and doctors to check on the spot.

The result is certainly good.

No one poisoned.

It's just that their jeweler was taken advantage of by a little black monster.

The treating doctor was puzzled.

Because this aquatic animal is never content.

They are not like large fish that always take some time to rest themselves - they curl and wriggle all day long, and if you put a few of them in a basin, you will feel ashamed of your idleness all the time.

A dark little monster always maintains his positive mental outlook and the good character of never giving up. Do you feel tired just by working sixteen hours overtime every day?

This is not the mentality a London striver should have.

Look at this black eel.

It brings shame to most poor people.

--so.

The doctor asked his own questions.

'How do you keep it quiet?'

From bathing to dressing up, and then to the cocktail party, at least four or five hours passed.

How could this little black monster remain quiet and still in its cramped quarters until the owner of its room started socializing, at which point it started making a scene?
The doctor's question is a reasonable one.

The answer given by the frail jeweler on the hospital bed was also reasonable.

He said.

Therefore.

This thing should be called 'evil' and 'cunning' - it knows how to play tricks on him and when to play tricks on him.

He believed that this thing was thrown into his room by someone, and that only his rival, a shameless and despicable cultist, could have done this.

Although the doctor found a half-empty bottle of laudanum in his bathroom.

A lot of strange floating substances were also found in this bottle - secretions from the little black monster.

But he still said nothing.

He took away the jeweler's stingy thirteen pounds of hush money.

Until a generous reporter offered a higher price.

The truth of the matter was finally revealed.

"It seems that we were too harsh on these merchants. So harsh that they not only changed their orientation, but even began to doubt why they were not a lake bottom rock full of holes."

'This guy is still too stupid. If he claims that he was bewitched and that this is a unique way of healing... well, I would laugh at him just as well.'

Before Roland boarded the ship, the progress in the newspaper was just as the jewelry was published in the excuse: "I just fell accidentally."

Look at it this way.

Card games still have a good effect.

At least it can help some people stop being embarrassed about their wrinkled stars.

About the game.

Roland simply copied the template framework given by the wrench (which also copied Miss Nina's memory) and filled in some of his own ideas.

He was very happy for the girls to join in and use all kinds of obscene and vulgar imaginations together.

To contribute to the "big business" that Rose mentioned.

The "holy child" proposed by Shandel was adopted by Roland.

Seeing this, Rose also made a suggestion: add a basic card - Thief - to the "Private Alliance" camp.

as well as.

Propose to Roland whether to add an additional faction: the London Gangs.

After brainstorming, this set of "Standard Ten Crown God Battle Arena Soft Card Hand-painted Blue and Black Pattern Version" (named by Roland) was soon officially released, and filled most of the group's boring time:

Although Shandel was born in the Holy Cross, she is very keen on using Rose's 'home card' - the deck of the private alliance.

Rose, on the other hand, is more inclined towards the war sect.

A not-quite-perfect deck.

The two of them would often start a game at the dining table after breakfast or lunch: it would usually end with Cinder using the 'merchant' character in his deck to 'buy' Light Rose's deck bit by bit.

The fight moved from the card game to reality.

The sailors found it new and interesting, and the younger ones learned faster.

In less than two days.

This game, which is more interesting than poker, has become popular among sailors - which naturally raises a question.

Adding cards randomly will make some factions exceptionally powerful.

So Roland was begged again to modify the deck all night long.

In general.

The happiness is theirs.

The pain was all Roland's own.
-
I asked for it.

"It's good that you know."

About the camp.

He agreed to Rose's suggestion and added "London Gangs"...

And the not-so-legal camp of "Aliens".

Occasionally, the sailors would hold up their cards and knock on Roland's door, hesitating and saying that something was not right - they thought they were uneducated and should not question a gentleman who could create such an interesting game...

But when someone loses several games in a row, all respect, inferiority and shame are thrown away.

'This doesn't make sense! He... fuck! He stacked three attacks in a row! Mr. Collins! Please judge, is this right?'

or.

'Why can the Eternal Ring deck revive its own dead cards from the removed deck? The Holy Cross should be able to do the same!'

as well as.

"I use war... I am a cultist, but I also work for the country! My elite spies can't beat a wild wolf?! "

Roland's life became much more fulfilling.

Whenever he held the pen with a sad face, Yolanda would stare at him silently and smile.

She makes good use of the Holy Cross deck.

Build traps, avoid head-on confrontations, keep circumventing, and keep stacking spells.

As for Halida...

She asked Roland a question.

"Sir, why are there no 'Black Urn' and 'Cradle of Flesh and Blood'?"

Shandel said that was a good question.

(End of this chapter)