The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 848: When the Human Soul Shines

The arrival of Shandel seemed to give the sailors hope that could be captured by the naked eye.

honestly.

Compared to Roland Collins, the disaster-stricken Shandel Kratov is more reassuring - a 'friend' of a big man and a nun from the church, everyone knows what to choose.

Because although these witches and sorcerers may talk nonsense, most of them have some magical and frightening abilities.

They closed the old sailor's eyes, lifted him onto the table, covered him with a blanket, and rushed over.

"Miss Kratov!"

The second oldest sailor was worried and took the lead in handing Halida a captured musket.

"What exactly is going on?!"

"Anger breeds more easily in the heart than in the flesh... Mr. Marin, what you should ask now is what should we do."

The old sailor was surprised that the other party remembered his name.

“As long as you remain pious, more people will remember.”

The old sailor Marlin didn't want to dwell on this topic any more, because he was old enough and had experienced enough -

And that's just what life is like.

When you are old enough and have experienced enough, you will find that something is not right in this world.

Bitterness, malice, jealousy, anger, greed, arrogance.

Fight for God and faith, fight for country, fight for men, fight for women, fight for children.

For the Empire, for the South, for London, for art, for the future—

Behind the skin of everything sacred, obscene, pure or dirty, in all shapes and sizes, when you tear it off and see what's behind the skin.

You will find familiar shadows.

This is why he does not believe in the Father of All, nor in the words of his own father, nor in the boss of his lame father's boss's friend, nor in the words of the human-skinned monsters who rule the country.

When people begin to pay taxes for sunlight, faith appears spotless.

"Yes, miss, what should we do?"

Old Marin didn't want to listen to her preaching at this critical moment, so he strode rudely through Halida and Shandel, separating the two women - the sailors followed one by one, leading the people out.

"Your sir is well-known in London and will not allow his crew to die in this filthy and vile mire."

Shandel was not angry and spoke in a gentle voice.

She raised her voice as high as she could so that all the sailors present could hear her clearly.

The old sailor paused.

In the firelight, the grooved face that had been soaked in salt for a long time suddenly came to life.

"these people…"

"They are thugs who can't tell the difference between good and bad, Mr. Marin," Shandel raised his arm and pointed in a direction: "Mr. Collins has gone to ask for help."

One of the sailors interrupted: "We killed their men! They did it to us, too!"

The writing is crude.

"You are right," Shandel said with a subtle smile, "Storms and thunders flow through the veins of the men on the sea. It seems he is right..."

Hearing this, the sailors' eyes turned red.

"Wait...wait, you mean, Mr. Collins went alone to seek help?!"

Shandel nodded without any emotion.

There was a moment of silence.

Perhaps these cunning yet brave robbers also tortured their own souls in just a few breaths.

then.

The sentiment is exciting.

The barbaric blood in my bones will not only be awakened in the waves.

When they were at the end of their rope, a gentleman, a gentleman who was friends with "Taylor", actually ran for their lives - giving up the chance to escape alone.

Months of drifting.

No one disliked the golden-eyed, black-haired gentleman who always wore a smile. He was willing to play with them despite his noble status, and never showed their extremely sensitive contempt and disdain.

There was no sailor who disliked him.

"…We can't just watch Mr. Collins die like this."

A sailor said in a deep voice.

Shandel shook his head: "I think you just need to protect yourself. Roland Collins has great power that is unattainable and unknowable to mortals. Even if there are rain of bullets and roar of artillery, he will definitely get through the crisis and bring back Xi--"

"What nonsense!" The young sailor smashed the stone sculpture beside him with his scimitar, and no longer showed any respect to the gray-haired woman. "Are we just going to watch him die? Just because he is 'different from ordinary people'? We never do such a thing!"

Marlin nodded silently.

"We brought him here, so we should take him back!"

At this moment, the young sailor seemed to have inherited the will, strength and wisdom of his guide. He walked through the crowd, came to the front of Shandel, turned around and faced the angry crowd.

"If the master is dead, we will not be able to get away with it even if we are alive! If the master is not dead, and survives because of his identity or other reasons, we will not be able to get away with it if we hide and go back. I won't say the nonsense of the big shots, I will only tell you that the shipworms should try their best to survive!"

He swung his scimitar with a sound like thunder.

"Now, tell me: How are we going to survive?!"

The sailors shouted in unison:
"Go find him! Go find him!"

The young sailor continued:

"I remember Mr. Collins. When we were on the ship, he always joked with me, saying that he would treat me to the best wine in London after the return trip, and invite me to go to the red-light district to find the best mother and choose the best daughter. He told me to save money and spend less of my salary on those flashy brooches..."

"I won't let someone like this die before me."

He swung the scimitar with a whistling sound, stirring up the anger in the hearts of the sailors.

It was a scimitar bathed in fire.

"I leave the mate and the captain to you, Miss Kratov. We are going to rescue Mr. Collins."

Shandel was silent for a moment.

Under the unanimous gazes of the crowd, his frail courage and fragile soul were finally exposed.

She raised her arm tremblingly and pointed to the winding path that passed the villa.

By passing through the quiet forest that has not been affected by the flames, you can reach the main gate of the manor.

"you…"

The young man sneered: "You may not have the courage, but that can never stop us from showing it to the enemy - Miss Kratov, stay here, wait here, women should stay away from war."

He puffed out his rhino-horn chest and ran towards the path pointed out by Xiandel with a group of sailors in high spirits.

They would use the knives and guns in their hands and the fire and anger in their hearts to kill head-on those despicable bandits who attacked at night.

And the woman they left behind would surely look ashamed when no one is around.

She had no courage at all.

Abandoning Mr. Collins and stealing his life was not so unacceptable.

"Let's rescue the people!"

The sailors all had determined looks in their eyes and disappeared at the end of the path in a dazzling glow.

then.

“…The master is not there.”

After they left, Halida spoke slowly.

"Then why didn't you say it just now?" Xiandel looked at the narrow road with a smile, his originally dim eyes were as clear and bright as a cold spring in a stream: "They will buy us more time..."

A blazing flame of anger.

The flesh and blood is about to turn cold.

Warriors who died bravely...

gorgeous.

This is the moment when the human soul shines.

(End of this chapter)