The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 883: Destiny and Instructor Luo
"An earthworm dragon without wings..." Feng Rusong knew Roland's preference, so he didn't argue: "Can everyone be like a dragon to resist the elite warlocks of the foreigners?"

Roland shook his head.

There is no need to think about this question.

Just send Enid by ship.

——The real enemy of the White Lotus Sect is not the court, but the empire.

Their plan did have some effect, but unfortunately, they didn't have the time to wait for one or more high-altitude defenses that could defend the country from the enemy.
The fleet is approaching Nandu and the treaty is about to be signed.

When the merchants from London lead their ritualists to step onto this land, the so-called "enemy defense" will become a real joke - poison will be everywhere, and black smoke will be billowing. By then, it will be a country within a country, and I am afraid that the people will no longer be on their side.

A well-fed sheep or a hungry tiger?

When that day comes, these powerful White Lotus sect members, a motley crew of rebels, will probably not expel the barbarians first, but draw their swords against their own people, ride on the necks of mortals, and shit and piss on them.

What Roland could think of, Feng Rushong, who grew up in this land, could naturally think of as well.

The two men came from different backgrounds, but both had a deep understanding of what a "human being" was - they did not differentiate between the East and the West.

and so.

The treaty is not important.

Nandu is not important either.

Even the Western guns and cannons are not important.

"Destiny has arrived."

Feng Rushong lowered his eyes and saw himself in the boiling water with ripples gradually forming.

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Roland was quite happy to stay here.

Compared to Rose's boredom, he wanted to watch an interesting story like "The Adventures of Idiot Zhou Xiang" - he could feel the tragedy of this era, but he could not really touch the pain and regret that reached the soul and could only be felt by those who lived on this land.

The feminine man has a heroic spirit in his heart, and Roland is willing to help him and Yolanda complete the story:
Destruction, or... a stunning reversal?

"So, that's why I'm here."

There are new people in the martial arts arena today.

As a coach, Roland changed into short clothes and faced a group of rookies, some big and some small, who all had "doubtful" faces.

In his hand he held a wooden dagger with the blade smeared with black coal powder.

"Your mentor is a fool. If you practice like this, unless the enemies who come across the sea die of old age, do you have a long lifespan?"

After hearing this, everyone in the audience was angry.

"…Sir, you will never get any good results if you say that."

Cool place.

A few people spread out a blanket and had a picnic, with Halida serving them food, drinks and chat - Christine, Rose, Cinder and Yolanda.

There is also Feng Yehua who suffers from an "unspeakable" disease.

Several people were chattering together, but no one cared about Feng Yehua's "illness".

Especially for these ladies from the Empire - when gentlemen think dying from this disease is 'proud', what can ladies say... Forgive your father?

"Roland is just like that. Your brothers will be beaten soon." Rose pinched a soft plum cake and threw it into her mouth. "He is not a soft-hearted person."

"Beating?"

Feng Yehua put his knees together and turned around, looking at the two parties who were still "swearing at each other" in the martial arts arena.

"Young Master, are you good at wrestling?"

Yolanda interjected: "You care about him."

In fact, it is easy to guess. Few people are not fascinated by Roland Collins's face. Yolanda just sighed that this girl who had suffered so much and been tortured would fall for this man's face...

"Young Master...is a good man." Feng Yehua hesitated.

Rose lay on the tablecloth, her legs crossed and swaying: "Yes, a good guy. Some girls like 'good guys'." Christine grinned.

Although she is older, she still has to tell the truth.

Roland Collins’s face was indeed charming. If he had not been afraid of his status and found that there were too many admirers around him—

Speaking of which, observing Rose, Halida and Cinder's daily "caring for each other" has become one of Christine's hobbies in recent days.

The straightforward and reckless lady, the smiling but dagger-hiding cultist, the maid with a humble complexion but a blazing fire...

I heard them mention that there is an overgrown one in London.

These girls are really interesting.

"Here."

Rose pointed towards the training ground.

These apprentices holding wooden weapons were not too stupid. They knew that anyone who dared to speak so arrogantly must have extraordinary skills. Several of them made gestures to each other and moved to surround Roland.

The man with a knife stood in front of the man with a gun, and the encirclement was narrowed little by little.

Following Feng Yehua's exclamation, Roland twirled the dagger and suddenly stepped forward.

He faced the blade of the wooden sword, and just before it was about to chop him down, he turned his head and barely avoided the blade, his limbs twisted at an incredible angle: the reverse-gripped dagger pierced through his arm, which was unable to react in time, and the tip of the wood touched the neck of the apprentice holding the knife.

In the blink of an eye, it flew backwards like a cat!
Several wooden spears pointed at Roland's limbs like snakes. Every time they stabbed, Roland either dodged in advance or missed the target, or hit the ground and raised dust.

The man with black hair leaned forward, brushed the gunman's knee, and pinched his hamstring. He immediately leaned back to avoid the tip of the gun, rolled on the ground, and smashed into the arms of another man like a cannonball!
Rose swung her fist!

"This is beautiful!"

Being knocked into someone's arms, not only was he staggering, but he was also holding a dagger, which almost meant he was dead.

After a few breaths of movement, the field was filled with droopy-eyed and crooked "dead" people - these people had the same feeling:
It felt like I was fighting against a wild cat that had been trained by frogs, or a piece of rice paper as thin as a cicada's wing in a howling storm.

And when Roland attacked, they were like clumsy herbalists wading through waist-high bushes, always caught off guard and getting bit.

As swift and deadly as a venomous snake.

The only person who could be considered "good" in the field was Feng Yehua's brother: the young man who always glared at Roland fiercely.

He was skilled in using two swords, and dancing with them like a net actually allowed himself to live a few more seconds.

Then Roland stepped on the back of the knife and kicked him in the face.

Feng Yehua covered her mouth, not knowing whether to cheer for Roland or feel sorry for her brother - Yolanda understood when she saw that she didn't say a word.

little things.

"Executive officers...are all like this..."

Christine's eyes were shining brightly.

This was the first time she had seen such a 'cool' and 'light' battle: it was as if a smart cat was teasing a stupid giant.

But this gentleman is not short.

How did he do it?
"You mean, superb skills?" Rose opened the lid of the box, took out two gummies and stuffed them into her mouth. Seeing Feng Yehua frequently looking at the wooden box, she simply pushed it open and grabbed a handful and stuffed it into the girl's hand, "'Don't let the tablecloth down', try it, London's new style... pineapple flavor."

The girl thanked him quietly, bit off a piece with her front teeth and chewed it, her eyes curved instantly.

"…sweet."

"Sweet is right...Oh, Christine, what did I just say."

"It's said that the executor has superb skills." Christine also took one.

"Not all executors have such superb martial arts," Xiandel continued, holding his chin and looking at his beloved not far away:
"Roland is special. He was taught by Fernandez and has a talent far beyond his time. He is the best ritualist and the best fighter... I have to say, Ms. Christine, some people have the intuition of wild animals and know how to defeat the enemy by nature."

Rose rolled her eyes.

As soon as he arrived at Roland, he started talking at length.

"She didn't ask you."

(End of this chapter)