The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 825 Ch.824 Landing
Roland had the answer to the fact that the voyage was smooth and without wind and waves, but he couldn't tell Bruce Pink and the sailors -

'We have marine life that helps us get through this difficult time.'

'Oh, why?'

He couldn't answer why.

The answer is really not decent.

After that night, what impressed him most was: skin.

Maybe he would tell some stories, and tell them vividly, so that people could hold the book, read the passage solemnly by the light of fire.

Too bad he's a fool.

We can only describe them as creatures made of coagulated milk. When they dance in the sea, the whole sea area will enjoy the sweetness of Windsor Castle's royal Jersey.

"Obscene."
-
You can't control it.

In short.

The sailors were unaware that they were escorted by a group of alien species. Instead, they were worried for a while and even reduced their card-playing time to pray to the gods they had never believed in - the White Crown Lord of the Wasteland of the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Hand of Discord, which symbolized conspiracy and dispute.

Rose chuckled at them and said that if the prayers were really effective, the ship would be sailing to its death tomorrow.

Three months passed in a flash, during which time there were the following incidents: the bedroom fight, the case of someone stealing my socks and putting them under Roland's pillow, the unsuccessful night raid, the poisoning of Rose's lunch, and so on and so forth.

Yolanda's original sense of urgency in getting closer to her hometown was completely destroyed by these people.

All day long she would consider whether she should move back to the damp, greasy cabin where she first boarded the ship instead of being neighbors with these lunatics, so as to avoid always hearing noises that she shouldn't hear.

When they finally saw the misty coastline, the atmosphere on the cargo ship took a sharp turn for the worse.

Yolanda knew exactly what they would face once they reached shore.

“I have no relatives on this land anymore.”

She said to them as she packed her bags.

"I was sold into the house when I was young. After the fire, I was left alone with my young lady..."

"Your lady died in London," Rose said, holding a green candy cane in her mouth, and pointed at the scar of the other person with every word: "You really need to think about it, Yolanda. Otherwise, we can just treat it as a trip - I don't want to get involved in your mess."

After spending several months together day and night, she naturally became friends with Youlanda.

But at most I can help her get revenge.

She has no interest in being a messenger of justice.

"…I want to meet the young lady's friends first."

Yolanda's eyes were dark.

…………

……

The endless light grey land is dotted with bulging sand dunes topped with ears of rice.

When the cargo ship docked, Roland heard shouts from the shore dozens of feet away: children and old people were calling their friends in the local dialect, greeting the treasure ship entering the port.

Like the common blessing at the end of a letter:
Everything went well.

Halida followed Roland, Cinder and Rose.

Several foreigners who were considered "too colorful" by the locals slowly got off the boat.

The boatswain and the first mate were busy.

These goods need to be inspected.

Other ships entering the port not far away received the same treatment.

According to Yolanda, ever since the ban on smoking began, the officers and soldiers stationed in the port have become increasingly unfriendly to these "guests" with red, blue, green and purple eyes who have come from afar - but apart from the soldiers, the public lined the streets to welcome them.

Before Roland could measure it with his feet, his trouser legs were grabbed by several children.

Boy, girl.

They chattered, their confusing accents coming out from between their baby teeth, and their upward-stretched gestures were used all over the world.

"money!"

the boy yelled.

The two girls around him were much smarter than this idiot, and they even knew how to give Roland a sweet smile that would endear him.

of course.

Reach out, too.

Yolanda folded her arms and watched them in silence - she certainly knew how to deal with the trouble at hand.

"It seems that I have encountered a group of robbers who block the road and rob people." Roland picked up his cane and leaned over to press it on his knees.

The boy stared into his golden eyes, shocked.

He froze for a few seconds, then turned and ran away, shouting, "The yellow-eyed monster is talking! The yellow-eyed monster is talking!!"

Yolanda burst out laughing.

“…You are so rude.”

Roland took out a few copper coins from his pocket and stuffed them into his little hands one by one. He then waved his hand at the boy who was peeking from his grandmother's arms in the distance and made a ferocious expression.

The boy burst into tears.

"Hahahahaha-"

There were scattered friendly laughs all around.

Theirs was not the only cargo ship that docked.

The other men who got off the boat, holding cigarettes, did the same thing as Roland - distributing tolls to these local petty robbers who were familiar with the local area.

of course.

Sometimes they went to the wrong places, and went to the children of sailors or boatmen. These little bandits, who had no sense of tact and were annoying without blinking an eye, got nothing except spit smelling of cigarettes, a few slaps and scolding.

They were not angry. They smiled and dispersed, then chose other targets to beg for money.

It took Roland a lot of effort to convince these greedy little bastards that they had no money at all - and then they went to surround Rose and Chandel.

The result is.

It is impossible for a robber at night to be robbed by another group of small-time robbers.

When these kids came over and tried to threaten them by saying, "If you don't give me money, I'll scratch your skirt and make it spit all over it," Rose pulled out a shiny dagger from her waist and told them what a real robber looks like.

After all this, Rose not only didn't spend a penny, but she also made a lot of money.

She put away the coins and silver dollars, and handed Halida the small rattle and rag doll that the children had given her.

"It is a fertile land, truly worthy of its name."

The female robber who robbed a group of four or five-year-old children couldn't help but sigh.

Xiandel didn't even bother to pay attention to her and hid far away with an umbrella.

This woman exudes a feeling of "Even if I wear expensive clothes, I am still vulgar and lowly" all the time.

Obviously.

The crying little bandits didn't expect that they would be wrong today.

"Green-eyed bandit!"

The children shouted and ran around them.

After passing this short section of "Nangzui", it was even more lively inside. Halida was dazzled for a moment: everywhere, there were wooden shelves that were waist-high or half a head taller than a person, filled with local specialties.

The shouts, the ringing of flower drum bells, the snorting of old horses, the barking of dogs, and the laughter of children.

And the same as her.

More discussions from guests who came from afar.

There is finally color in this continuously gray land.

"Yolanda Yolanda!"

"What's that thing strung together with wooden strips?"

“You actually make sculptures out of sugar cubes?”

"This glove is so weird...oh, it's not a glove?"

Rose asked questions as she walked, and Yolanda took the time to introduce them to her and them one by one in a gentle and soft voice.

“This is the correct way to treat guests.”

Bruce Pink bought a paper lampshade similar to the one used for oil lamps and held it in his hand. He looked around with the same interest as Rose and said casually:
"Friends must make each other happy."

Yolanda glanced at him silently, then looked at Roland.

"Is that why they're dumping the balm here?"

"You can ask yourself."

"I will."

(End of this chapter)