The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 822 Ch821 Safety in Danger

Chapter 822 Ch.821 Safety in Danger
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Thanks to Roland's 'Standard Ten Crown God Battle Arena Soft Card Hand-painted Blue and Black Pattern Version', everyone's life was not boring at all.

In his spare time, he would listen to Roland playing the piano and discuss the tactics, attack methods, countermeasures of each deck, and whether some more powerful cards needed to be added - this trading ship became more like some kind of scientific research ship full of scholars.

Captain Pink once joked that when he walked into the restaurant a few days ago, what he saw were not sailors smoking cigarettes and scratching their armpits, but sea scholars who wished they could buy themselves several pairs of glasses.

Their obsession gave Rose more confidence.

She became more and more convinced that this thing could make money - and, in private, she took action and asked Halida to write a business plan for this brand on her behalf.

Touching heaven and earth.

The thief actually found a legal way to make money.

"Maybe this business will be faster than robbing money... What did you tell me yesterday? Hero Cards?"

"There have to be a few outstanding cards in a deck," Roland shrugged, picked up a manuscript written by Halida, and shook it. "You can also give it a different name - anyway, your aesthetic taste can't catch up with mine."

Rose was about to glare back, but when she noticed Roland's action, she quickly covered it with her hand - many words were still visible from the gaps between her forked fingers.

Obviously.

This was dictated by Rose and written by Halida.

This is what it says:
'A deck of cards.'

'But you don't have to sell the whole set.'

'Just like James' pipes, you can never buy limited editions from the best craftsmen.'

'Earn a fuck!'

'A set of "secret" cards.'

"As Tom said, it can be sold for several times the price...even dozens of times more by embellishing it with exquisite patterns and broken gemstones."

'Earn a fuck!'

"Maybe we can get Roland to join the dice... find a chance to talk to him and come up with a solution."

'Then the dice will make another profit.'

'There is also the grading of decks. If I split the Holy Cross camp into ten sets and only sell one set each month... but I don't tell anyone...'

'Earn a fuck!'

'Halida, write it all down.'

——I have indeed written them all down.

"How can you look at other people's privacy!"

The curly-haired little bandit, who was desperate for money, glared with green eyes, grabbed the "Money Making Plan", and put his fist on his hip: "This thing will make James look at me in a new light."

"I think you're going to be—"

As Roland was talking, his expression suddenly became a little strange.

He had meant to say that selling worthless pieces of paper in this way—even cards with fancy pictures on them—would not really make her rich.

even.

This deliberate delay would get her a name in the newspapers.

Who knows.

Some people highly praised her idea.

"In some ways, you little cake is no less than Randolph Taylor."
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You mean it works?
"certainly."
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Miss Nina's world is different from ours.

"No matter what world it is, people are always people."
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It's rare that you would praise.
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I thought you disliked everyone.

“I show mercy sometimes.”

Apart from Rose's "legitimate and legal money-making (making a fucking profit) plan", the atmosphere on the ship has been strange recently: in addition to the heated discussion about the card game created by Roland, there is one thing that all sailors cannot avoid talking about -

This route is not smooth sailing.

Believe it.

Those who make a living on the sea know too well where is dangerous and where is safe. Even Bruce Pink has been a little puzzled in recent days - it's time for some waves, some rain, and a few storms, right?
No.

Nothing at all.

Calm and calm.

If the waves hadn't been cutting scaly patterns on the bow in the sunlight, they would have almost thought they were sailing on a mirror lake - this was too abnormal. "How abnormal is it?"

Rose asked during dinner.

She was used to the 'changeable weather in London', but she had no idea how terrible the weather at sea was.

"If London is likened to a lady who is sometimes gentle and angry, and sometimes hides her face and sheds tears alone...Miss, the sea is a shrew."

The captain's words were agreed by many sailors.

I agree with the first part and also the second part.

"I just love shrews."

"You are a shrew who loves someone else's family."

"Who said that? I occasionally find some women whose husbands have died..."

Bruce Pink coughed heavily, interrupting the increasingly obscene topic: "...Miss, the weather at sea is more changeable and dangerous than you can imagine. I don't know if you have sailed on a ship before. If you have, you should understand my concerns..."

Shandel and Roland had experienced it.

just recently.

"You should be able to detect storms. I mean, everyone who works at sea has this ability... right?" Roland didn't know much about the compass, weather, and the functions and uses of various instruments, but he had heard from sailors that skilled people can always avoid danger.

"That's because we never take risks."

Bruce Pink put down his silver fork and replied calmly, "If there is a route that is stormy for eight months a year, the best way is not to prepare to cross it, but to avoid it. Even if it means taking a long detour."

“If you don’t take risks, there will be no danger.”

The captain stared at Roland. "The route is shaped by the blood and the cries of the broken boats. Every route is like this, sir. We respect the warriors who returned to the sea. It is because of these brave men that we have smooth sailing and safety. But now..."

The weather is so weird.

The sea was calm and the weather was clear.

It was as if I had hammered a ladies' boat and was taking a vacation on the small lake in the manor.

To know.

Before he set sail, he received instructions from Lord Taylor himself:
Safely get his friend to where he wants to go.

Safety is the most important thing.

According to their route, they should have encountered some small storms during this period - the kind that would not kill people.

"We are all very worried, sir," the captain nodded towards the other tables, "No one is a fool. At sea, 'abnormal' is the biggest danger - because it means that our previous experience and our judgment are wrong..."

Roland pinched a piece of jerky and threw it into his mouth, chewing it dryly for a few times.

he…

I seem to know why.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Pink. Since the Benefactor can send us there, it proves that this voyage has His attention. I think we will arrive at our destination safely."

Bruce Pink forced an ugly smile: "I hope so."

Roland was preoccupied and didn't stay in the restaurant for long.

Wait until night falls.

After the sailors returned to the cabin.

Then one person quietly came out of the room and walked to the stern.

The black waves rise and fall.

Fluorescent green spots of light chased him.

"Helena!"

Roland rolled up his hands and shouted towards the stern.

thump.

Black algae blooms.

"Jiao! Pei!"