The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 832 Ch.831 Sudden
Anyone with keen eyes can spot it.

There are no men in the village.

When Rose casually asked about it, she was scolded by the women who were drying clothes. Later, she heard from Granny Liu that the village had been "cleaned up" and the men were either dead or in jail.

"What do you mean cleaned?"

"It means they broke the law."

"What method?"

"The king's law."

Yolanda sat sideways on the step, took the pipe from her mother-in-law, and carefully picked up a piece of brick mud and put it into the copper bowl. She knew the harm of the ointment, but she couldn't let this poor old man suffer from the burning pain every day - relieving pain was the original purpose of this thing.

"The people are not allowed to come into contact with spirits or practice sorcery... Those who disobey this order will be executed."

"So, what's up with women?"

She raised her eyes and glanced at Rose. Through the blurry window, she could vaguely see a man training a dog outside the door: he was wearing a gray coat with a buttoned front and a pair of straight wide pants, and there was an inappropriate piece of straw stuck behind his ear.

In less than three days, this courteous gentleman and feared executive in London...

He became a country bumpkin who was disliked by everyone.

Either drive the geese from the aunt next door into the well, or coax the children to compete in watching the sun.

"Because they have been punished," Yolanda said sharply, "They are ready at any time, in the fields and in the woods. These open lapels will bring the rain of relief and calm to the 'gentlemen' of your empire - what do you call them?"

"Holy whore," Shandel continued with a smile, "Sacrificing one's filthy flesh and blood to God is not worth getting angry about, Miss Yolanda."

“It seems you have done that too,” Yolanda retorted.

However, Shandel smiled even more brightly: "...That depends on who my god is. At least it should be better than the one on the altar in this room, right?"

Yolanda knew what she was referring to.

“It’s called a shrine.”

Luo interrupted without hesitation: "But why does she look like your mother-in-law? I mean... body shape and so on."

Although she could understand that not everyone had extraordinary hand-carving skills, wasn't it a little too...disrespectful to treat a statue like that?
This made Yolanda angry: "Common people should not spy on the emperor's true appearance - besides, my lady and I grew up eating Granny Liu's food, how can you talk like this?"

Rose puffed out her chest and disagreed.

"What's so great about this? Isn't Roland also——"

Shandel: "Vansitate."

Rose: “What?”

Shandel: "Don't talk about things that don't exist."

Rose: "Oh? I think someone is jealous?"

Xiandel ignored her and turned to Yolanda, whose eyes were becoming increasingly strange: "The Emperor... If I understand correctly, I'm afraid it's your monarch, right?"

Yolanda nodded.

It has been mentioned before that the people in this land have an attitude towards faith: they both believe and don’t believe.

However, among the many gods, they only showed special respect to one.

A true dragon that stays in the human world, a god on earth that is recognized by all gods and acts on their behalf.

"Our king, the true heir of the heavenly grace - in your words, a holy lord with noble blood who will never bow to anything."

Speaking of this 'holy lord', Yolanda's face even showed a hint of piety.

"Only the most supreme being on earth blessed by the gods..."

Even when she embarked on the mysterious path, Rose never had any fear for the gods. As for Yolanda in front of her, she still preferred her when she said "believe it if you use it, and don't believe it if you don't use it."

"Well, what good things has your monarch done to deserve your respect?"

"..."

Yolanda opened her mouth.

She could not defend the monarch's recent stupidity.

Maybe he was too old, maybe someone had blinded him.

crunch.

"Mother-in-law?"

The old man held up his pipe and pushed the door open. "Be careful what you say."

She squinted her eyes and looked around. Her mouth, which had lost its teeth and gums, shrank like a deflated gourd. "You are talking nonsense about His Majesty. If you have the time, why don't you just..."

Bang.

The man outside the window fell straight to the ground.

"Roland——!!"

…………

……

An unknown toxin...

Or curse.

Someone attacked Roland.

Shandel sat in front of the bed with a worried look on his face, his hand gently grasping the wrist of the unconscious man.

The second-ring healer was supposed to have the power to temporarily transfer a target's (person or object) damage or curse (material or spiritual) to herself through contact - but in the face of this unknown attack, her ability failed.

Rose and Halida hurried back to the manor for help, while she stayed in the mud house with Yolanda.

No scars, no trace of "mystery".

Granny Liu was so anxious that she was spinning around on the ground.

"We need to find a doctor! Doctor! None of the foreigners' methods work!"

Yolanda sat on the stool with legs crossed, eyes downcast and silent.

"What do you ignorant people know about curing diseases? How can a red-haired devil know about these things?"

She kept coughing and rummaged through all the drawers in the house, collecting a lot of medicine powder wrapped in oil paper - dark brown and bright red.

Even Shandel saw her secretly scraping off the wall plaster with a wooden hairpin.

"Some prescriptions may seem strange, but they work."

After the old man finished speaking, he reluctantly cut a small piece of sticky tobacco paste and mixed it with the medicine powder. He pinched it several times with his fingernails covered with black mud, kneaded it firmly, and then rubbed it into a ball in the palm of his hand.

"…Isn't this how any child's disease is treated?"

Of course, Shandel refused.

There was no way she would let Roland take this drug of unknown origin - besides, was it a plague, a curse, or something else... Before everything was figured out, the best thing to do was to do nothing.

There are ritualists in the manor.

The ritualists who protect Lady Red Iris.

Rose has gone.

On this side, Roland's condition was getting worse and worse. Not only was he pale, his breathing was getting weaker, and sometimes blood was flowing out of his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. In just two nights, it seemed that this young man who had traveled across the ocean was about to reach the end of his life.

"He's not used to the local climate... You need to find someone to carry him out to get some sun... He'll be fine after some sun..."

The old man sighed all day long and came up with one idea after another.

Shandel didn't adopt any of them.

Thus, the old man, like Roland, visibly "withered away".

Even as they were preparing food next door, they could hear her coughing.

The breath she had been holding on to seemed to fade away along with Roland's illness.

Day three.

Rose and Halida returned disappointed.

After waiting for three days, they still didn't see Lady Red Iris - a recent social event had caused her to leave the manor early with the ritualists, and according to the person in charge, it would take at least eight or nine days for the event to end.

"We can't just wait like this..."

Rose was becoming increasingly impatient.

"Listen to me—"

Shandel opened his mouth and vomited blood when he stood up.

(End of this chapter)