The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 871: Foreign Fool

The dog meat pot smells delicious.

It was also the first time for Roland to eat it.

In the corner of the woodshed, four people were tied up in a pile in the shape of a well. There were a few benches, a wooden table, and a fire burning under a small copper stove.

Shandel was not interested in it, but Rose and Roland were enjoying the meal.

Halida only chewed a few bites before Rose stopped her, saying something like "You can't eat your own meat" - this time even the usually gentle and timid maid glared at her.

As for Kristen...

She could only keep shouting in her heart: Why don't you run away? !
why?
Why did they tie up the guards one by one, pile them up horizontally and vertically, and steal meat and pots from other houses?

These people...

what happened?

"You really don't want to eat a bite, Christine?" After getting to know each other better, Rose no longer addressed him in a frivolous way. Christine herself could tell that this blue-eyed girl was not from a well-educated family: "It's all overcooked..."

Christine swallowed and shook her head.

"…Should we go now?"

Rose disagreed, holding the dagger that had pierced the flesh, and pointed at Roland.

"Mr. Collins?"

"The people in this land are so cruel that they even eat hunting dogs," Roland said, rubbing the juice from the meat with his teeth, and exclaimed, "I just don't know what kind of hunting dogs they are..."

Rose squinted her eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Roland: "From today on, I will also be a cruel person."

Rose: "I mean, Christine is asking you a question."

"…Madam?" Roland turned around and said, "Would you like to have some?"

Christine didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

They are now in the enemy's cell.

The four people who had built a small house were still cursing.

“We…” Christine lowered her voice: “When do we run?”

"Yolanda will take care of it...right, Yolanda."

Push the door outside and enter.

Feng Hu twitched his nose.

“… and he’s a damn good eater.”

He glanced at his men who were standing in a two-man formation, and angrily took out his pocket watch from his pocket and threw it at them.

"What a waste!"

The boy had a sad face, and he was tied up like a living maggot that could only crawl forward and swear - half an hour ago, he thought he was going to die.

His mouth was covered and his arms were twisted limp.

The result was that he was piled up and watched them eat dog meat.

"Brother Tiger..."

He tilted his head back hard, looking really funny.

Feng Hu rubbed his stiff face and clasped his fists towards the people beside the pot: "I am Feng Hu."

Roland put down the dagger, stood up and clasped his fists, imitating the others: "Golden Hammerhead."

Yolanda walked over to Rose, tugged at his shirt, and whispered, "Say your real name."

"…Roland. Roland Collins."

Like Feng Rushong, Feng Hu killed many foreigners and therefore understood some foreign languages.

"Since you are Miss Lan's friend, I won't say much. Let's make it clear whether I offend you or not."

Roland blinked.

In the language system that he thought was "profound" that he had learned from Yolanda, the meaning of "draw a line" was just "draw a line".

then.

The handsome man looked puzzled at the people opposite him who also looked puzzled. After hesitating for a long time, he squatted down silently and extended his index finger.

A vertical scratch was made on the mud.

then.

Raising his head, Baba looked at Feng Hu.

Feng Hu: ...

Foreign fool?
…………

……

The foreign fool who knew magic stayed there.

Ever since he drew a line on the ground in public that night, the attitudes of several people towards Roland have changed subtly - they certainly don't think that the man named Luo is a fool, but his foolish behavior really makes people lose their guard.

The woman serving him was called 'Feng Xuan', Feng Hu's godsister.

If it weren't for her, they wouldn't have been able to sneak into Dai Ruzhong's mansion, or even spread the fire to the foreigners' estate and even the entire port.

Compared with Feng Hu, Feng Xuan and Feng Rushong had a much better attitude towards this group of foreigners.

They told Roland about the "great things" that the "Holy Church" had done, their ideals, the purpose of their actions, and what those cruel and inhumane means were actually pursuing - Roland had no likes or dislikes for any of this.

"This place was originally called Zhujia Village."

The girl stammered, pressed her legs obediently with her two little hands, and occasionally glanced at the man in the sun.

On the dirt field, her brothers were punching and kicking around a few wooden stakes.

"Zhujiacun?"

The girl hummed, but then shook her head: "The master and the village chief both have the surname Zhu, and we...sometimes we are, sometimes we are not."

Roland didn't understand, and the girl didn't explain. She pursed her lips and said, "If Sister Feng hadn't come..."

"If it weren't for Sister Feng Xuan, my sister would have to serve that useless guy with crooked eyes and a crooked mouth." A boy who had just fallen down and was covered in dirt came over angrily, hugged the girl and glared at Roland: "It's you golden-haired guys who are causing trouble!"

The girl struggled a few times embarrassedly, broke free from the boy's arms, lowered her head and ran away.

"It seems that you all know that Feng Xuan, Feng Rushong, and Feng Hu are traitors."

The boy laughed disdainfully: "What about being a traitor? He only kills foreign dogs!" He stared into the handsome golden eyes of the man who seduced his sister, hoping to make him angry so that he could throw him to the ground.

But the one on the stone platform didn't care at all and threw a small object over.

The boy clapped his hands subconsciously.

turn on.

It is a piece of candy wrapped in red and blue checkered paper.

"Open it this way."

Roland raised what he had in his hand and taught him.

The boy didn't appreciate it: "They're just Western gadgets, they're nothing—" He pushed the paper aside and gently scratched a small corner of it with his front teeth.

moment.

Soft and sweet, it all flows into your mouth.

"It's rubbish. It's not tasty at all."

He lowered his hands and silently clenched the candy.

talking.

His sister is back.

A white porcelain bowl filled with cool water went straight to the stone platform.

The boy smiled and opened his palm: "This is for--"

The girl walked right past her brother and thrust the bowl of water into Roland's hands: "It's going to be hot."

elder brother:……

Roland smiled in a restrained manner.

These kids are so interesting.

…………

……

"Are you...are you not angry?"

Roland held his chin and watched the men and women of all ages at the "simple martial arts arena" with great interest for half the afternoon.

The girl next to him just sat there quietly with him, occasionally replying with a word or two.

"Angry? What are you angry about?"

The girl pursed her lips: "My brother said you are..."

"dog?"

Roland pushed the candy aside and stuffed it into the little girl's mouth, making her face blush.

"Look, if I get bit by a dog, then all the dogs in the world are bad dogs - do I have to distinguish which ones are kind, which ones bite without hurting people, and which dogs hate dogs that bite people... Do I have to think like this?"

This topic is profound to ordinary children, but it does not include those people whose experiences are no less tragic than Roland's.

The girl understood, and with her tongue against the candy, she argued, "I think you are a good dog."

After saying that, he was stunned.

He got up from the stage as if his butt was burned, and hurriedly apologized and waved his hands.

"I, I, I didn't mean, no, I didn't mean that you are--"

(End of this chapter)