The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 835 Ch.834 Yolanda's Goal
The old man was seriously injured in the fire.

Her eyesight was not good, and her tongue and nose were damaged, so she could neither taste nor smell.

The soup that day smelled as bad as rotten meat. Even though Rose's acting skills were not good, her nose was still good.

"I'm a great actor."

"It would be better if you could do more than just imitate."

Rose was very dissatisfied with the fact that Shandel had occupied an excellent geographical location in advance and kissed Roland before he died to express his attachment and deep affection...

There were people between them.

otherwise.

She is definitely more realistic than Shandel's performance.

——In fact, Roland felt that the best actress was Halida.

distortion.

Wailing.

Fear of death.

vivid.

Of course, he could also understand the small regrets of Chandel and Rose in their performances - for Rose, she rarely paid attention to people's struggles before death, and at the same time, she rarely took people's lives.

As for Shandel.

Probably just enjoying himself.

Halida won first place in this competition.

"So what's the reward for first place?"

"Xindel asked with a smile. She glanced at the black-skinned maid, only to find that she was also looking at her like a thief.

The grey-haired saint grinned.

"Hmm... a month of praise?" Roland thought about it.

Halida just waved her hands slightly and whispered that she was a servant and that this was what she was supposed to do, and she did not want any reward from her master.

Shandel became interested and held Roland tightly, insisting that he give him some "real" reward.

Hesitating for a long time.

The result is.

Roland kissed Halida.

Her forehead.

although.

Even though her skin was not white and she always maintained a proud and cold face - despite this, when she smelled the scent of Roland and felt the unyielding and even aggressive mood of the god leaning over...

A silent blizzard blew up in the silver eyes.

She swayed passionately like a wild rose in the snowy field with no one to shelter her from the wind and rain, leaving traces of spring in the ice and snow.

If someone says "I can be happy even without money", most likely he has never been rich.

Just like Halida's "ideal" once was:
To be the best maid of this era, to accompany her master forever, until the end of their lives - but when this light brown poor person began to experience the charm of wealth, when she smelled and felt the heat on her forehead.

The heat wave began to chatter.

And this is exactly what Shandel is aiming for.

The gray-haired Saint lady covered her lips with her hands and giggled, looking at the dazed maid as if she were watching a show, and kept glancing at Rose whose face suddenly changed.

"Okay, there's no need for us to waste time guarding a corpse."

The green-eyed noblewoman, who was holding herself up, snorted briefly and glared at Halida like a cat, warning her that this was her food bowl.

"Yolanda."

She changed the subject and took a small step forward, separating Roland and Halida.

He turned around and asked the girl with tears on her face.

"Who are you going to look for?"

Yolanda pursed her lips: "He is the commander of Chang Geng Guard..."

She told Roland that the Changgeng Guard was an organization specifically responsible for dealing with sorcerers and goblins, somewhat similar to the Inquisition - of course, it had recently also taken on the task of suppressing rebellion.

She didn't know where to find this person, but she knew his address.

"Your friend?" Rose asked.

Yolanda was silent.

"The young lady's fiancé."

When she mentioned this man, an uncontrollable hatred and sarcasm appeared on her face. "Master Zhang, who has a bright future..."

This man was engaged to the young lady, but he disappeared completely when the master was infected with the ointment and went crazy. He was in charge of the guards and had many eyes and ears. Didn't he know what happened in the home of his future wife?

He knew everything.

But you can do anything.

From the time the master started eating it, he became emaciated, insane, hacked his servants with a knife all day long, and set himself on fire - this was not a short period of time.

Not only did he not show up, he didn't even send anyone to say a word.

It can be said.

He just watched his master burn down the house, and watched her, her mother-in-law, and her young lady escape the fire and then sail away.

He never showed up from beginning to end.

Yolanda knows why.

"If she has lost her parents, what's the point of marrying her? If you pretend to be deaf and dumb and ask her to do something 'huge', who can tell you anything?"

Rose was silent for a few breaths, her green eyes flickering:

"What's the meaning."

Shandel: ...

Roland: ...

"It means that when you are too poor to have Shelley, no one will want to marry you."

Rose frowned slightly, but said nothing more - this kind of thing was not uncommon in the empire.

The woman's family loses power, or the man's business fails.

Both sides have a pair of critical eyes and can find a reason to cancel the so-called "sacred" engagement at any time - if a marriage can neither bring a wealthy life nor a noble and respectable status...

Wherein lies its sacredness?
The devout believers of the Benefactor used blood to write the Book of Eden on parchment paper, but they still needed food and drink.

"Are you going to look for this...Mr. Zhang?"

Shandel blinked.

Based on her understanding of Yolanda, she didn't think she would do that.

"of course not."

As expected, Yolanda shook her head.

"I have written to the young lady's friend, the 'rebel.'"

Compared to Chang Gengsi, who was trying to reverse the chaos and hunt down and kill the monster, she was more focused on the purpose of her return this time: the ointment.

Then rebelling is her only choice.

"Let's wait a few more days. If he doesn't reply, we'll leave. I know one of their places..." Yolanda spoke softly as she turned into the house, squatted in the corner, and touched the bricks one by one with her hands.

He found a loose spot, stood up and kicked it a few times with the toe of his shoe.

That was the silver left by my mother-in-law.

…………

……

The old man was buried in the woods behind the village.

The only thing buried with her was the pulp-covered pipe.

During this time, many women with their children watched from afar, muttering something to each other. When Roland and his group were about to leave, the selected ones reluctantly stopped them and started shouting from a distance.

It was not that they were unwilling to prevent the sick woman from being buried, but after considering various possibilities, they chose the path that would bring the most benefits.

"We can take care of it for you."

The woman with the cloth bag would reach in from time to time, take out a cloth bag that had been smoked and wrapped in powder of some animal bones, and rub it against her nose a few times.

She believed it would keep the disease away.

Yolanda was already in extreme pain, and when she heard this, the anger in her heart suddenly burst out from her eyes. She almost used the most vicious language to insult these greedy women, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was blocked by Roland.

"How much do I have to pay you?"

The women gathered together to discuss for a long time and came up with a number that was neither too painful nor too difficult.

Rose was also furious, saying that these people shouldn't be given a penny if they dared to have any ideas about the coffin...

“I should have paid something.”

Roland blinked mysteriously at the two girls.

"…for my 'little' mistake."

(End of this chapter)