The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 851: Pot in Flame

"If you have time to read horses, why don't you keep a few more?"

Yolanda looked at the man who was looking at the horse, feeling anxious and angry.

A few minutes ago, they selected three mares from the stable that was about to burn down and tied them to the tree trunk. The rest were released by Rose - Yolanda was a little worried about Cinder and Halida. If too many people were rescued, three horses would not be enough...

"What...noodles?"

"I mean, we should keep a few more horses."

“They want to be free.”

“Who wants it?”

"They," Roland pointed at the hoof prints and turned around to pat the chestnut horse's head, "These horses like us more."

Yolanda was used to his occasional crazy talk: "Have you ever thought about how to escape from the port after rescuing the people? It won't be long before the rebels completely surround this place..."

"Don't you have a friend who's a high-ranking official in the rebel party?" Rose interrupted, teasing her black-bodied, white-faced horse with a piece of straw she had picked up.

As she said this, she 'deliberately' glanced at Christine.

The trembling Lady Iris, a noblewoman who had come all the way from London to the East to seek gold, was now as embarrassed as a drowned dog. She shook her head frantically, covered her mouth, and then consciously muttered that she heard nothing.

You covered the wrong place.

Roland chuckled: "Don't tease her, Rose. Madam Christine, Madam Red Iris, what should I call you? Please rest assured that we come from the same place and will not hurt you in the slightest."

Only at this moment did the usually arrogant and pampered person reveal her original fragility.

She encouraged herself and tried to stand up from the grass.

She failed.

Rose let out a "tsk" sound, loosened the rope, walked over and picked the man up.

It did not go towards Roland, but went further away, around the stable where the weeds and trees were denser.

She grabbed her tattered skirt, picked a good tree trunk and threw it there.

The lady stumbled and bumped into a tree.

then.

Rose untied her cloak and threw it to her.

"I haven't wet my pants since I was born."

Christine blushed.

She murmured her thanks, but Rose looked disgusted and showed no appreciation.

A few minutes later.

When the woman came out with a cloak tied around her waist, Yolanda and Roland both guessed what had happened - the two of them kept silent about her, only talking about the distribution of horses and whether or not to "save" Cinder and Halida.

"The rebels won't get here so quickly, Roland. You can ask Madam Christine. This manor is deep enough and has enough forks in the road. We can take a long detour on horseback and then come back from the most remote villa area."

Roland listened while concentrating on preparing food for the horse he had chosen.

"A horse would never eat tree bark, Roland."

"It said it wanted to try."

“Why don’t you keep it for yourself?” Yolanda rubbed her forehead in pain. “What are we doing? There are hundreds of thugs in this manor who are trying to chop off your heads and hang them high. We…we are here, chatting…with the horses?”

Roland used a little force with both hands, forcefully pried open the horse's mouth, and stuffed the piece of old bark into it.

then.

Then he clamped its head to death with his arms.

"what?"

“…it doesn’t eat the bark.”

“It ate it.”

"I don't want to discuss this with you anymore. When are we leaving?!"

"Wait for Cinder and Halida to come back."

"Why can't we ride on horseback to find them? Then we can pick up someone and maybe find a carriage along the way..."

Christine fiddled with the strings of her cloak and moved closer to Rose silently.

"Miss?"

"My name is Lillian Rose Vansittart," Rose glanced at her and said, "Don't get too close. You reek of urine." Christine took a half step back in embarrassment: "...When are we leaving?"

"When do you think they'll find this place?"

Christine was silent.

There are more than two or three ways to leave the estate.

As the exit of the secret passage, Christine should have chosen a lesser-known and safest road - this place is the farthest from the main gate where the rebels broke in, and it would take at least twenty minutes to find here.

They have to keep going all the way.

"That's enough, then."

Rose shrugged.

Yolanda heard it: "Is that enough? Are we just going to wait here? Listen, Miss Rose, I understand rebellion and the anger in these people's hearts. Once, once Miss Cinder and Halida fall into the hands of these people——"

She paused.

"I would love to see the massacre, but you are also my friends. Roland saved several of my lives - do you understand what I mean?"

Rose blinked and said, "Don't worry, the two people you're worried about will be safer than anyone else."

Yolanda tugged at her shoulder strap in annoyance—she was wearing a musket across her body, which she had obtained from the black-robed man killed by Rose.

Are these foreigners a bit...

No.

She should have known the moral character of this group of people long ago.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have seen them on the cargo ship.

What you lose, you gain, Yolanda.

The girl calmed down and changed the question: "Then how should we leave? You let the other horses go, and there are only three left. I can take Madam Christine with me. If you and Roland ride together, Cinder and Halida will count as one - we don't have more horses to take more people..."

"Captain, first mate, boatswain, ship doctor, dozens of sailors, don't you understand? Once it comes to a life-and-death situation..."

She almost told Rose that in a few minutes they might have to face a group of hungry wolves with red eyes.

"Three horses are enough, right, Roland?"

Rose didn't answer her, but asked Roland on tiptoe.

Roland was preparing another kind of food for his little date horse: unnamed beetles that burrowed in the mud.

"Hmm? That's right, Yolanda, three horses are enough."

"But the sailor——"

"There won't be any more."

Roland patted the horse's head, his amber eyes dragging a faint golden line in the darkness.

He tilted his chin up, motioning toward Yolanda.

Turn to the end of the trail.

Shandel was walking quickly towards them, pulling Halida along with him.

Both girls looked unhappy, obviously having just experienced a horrific tragedy.

Yolanda finally felt relieved.

“…How could you go to such a dangerous place.”

Shandel was surprised that she could say such a thing, and said softly: "I thought you would be embarrassed for a while longer...with a cold face."

Yolanda touched her arm and checked to see if Halida was injured.

His face really turned cold.

"Don't mix kindness and hatred, otherwise you will be no different from animals."

She pinched the sawdust out of Chandel's gray hair and peered behind them.

"what happens?"

What about the sailors?

Where is the captain?
Only then did Xiandel come to his senses. With a look of sorrow on his face, he lowered his head silently: "...They...are all...dead."

Yolanda gritted her teeth: "Feng Hu..."

(End of this chapter)