The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 899 Ch.898 Evergreen's Desire and Power
Feng Yehua's condition worries many people.

Because she was not only the kindest girl in the village with the most miserable life experience, but she had also become quite familiar with this group of foreigners over the past few days. In addition to Feng Rushong's men, the people who took care of her were mostly Cinder, Halida and Christine who took turns to accompany her.

The little girl is very strong.

Although pus began to ooze from some parts of her body, she was unable to eat when she woke up and could only drink some mashed food.

Roland didn't have any ability to take care of people, and he couldn't alleviate or divert her pain through the power of the "Saints" like Chandel did - but he had a lot of stories, stories from another world that no one had ever heard of or seen.

and so.

Since she fell ill, although Cinder, Halida and Christine spent a lot of time every day, to be honest, Feng Yehua was still most looking forward to Roland Collins' arrival.

Rose called her 'a little heartless', which didn't surprise Shandel.

"Who could say no to my Mr. Collins?"

"When did he become yours?"

Feng Yehua learned some Spanish and could occasionally understand some of the "confrontation" between the two ladies - she had to admit that she still agreed with Miss Shandel's words in her heart.

Who wouldn’t like Mr. Luo?

He told her a story about a big ship that could take her to the Island in the Sky.

If she were still alive, she might really ask him to take her out to sea to find the current that rushed to the sky...

How long can she live?

she asked Shandel.

"long time."

The gentle gray-haired lady answered.

"Your body is decaying, but your soul is becoming purer and more shining like a gem. Your eyes see a wider world. Under the gaze of the Father, you shed your mortal body and go to a place where there is no more pain and disaster..."

Feng Yehua smiled weakly.

She didn't believe what Shandel said, but she didn't want to disappoint a foreign lady with faith because of her "disbelief".

As a believer, you should hope that everyone likes your god, right?

Feng Yehua gently asked about the god that Xiandel mentioned, and said that before she died, she was still willing to listen to her. Maybe when she arrived in the so-called "heaven", she would even mention Xiandel's name to the Father God - these words surprised Xiandel a little.

This kid…

Too kind.

"If you were born in London, maybe Roland would have been your mentor."

tutor…?
Feng Yehua asked Roland if he was the son of a wealthy family in a foreign country, who was proficient in painting and poetry and had become a high-ranking official. However, Shandel told her that Roland was just an executioner of the church.

"Would you like an executioner? An executioner who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong?"

asked Shandel.

Feng Yehua thought for a moment and shook his head gently: "Young Master has his own difficulties."

"Maybe it's just his hobby."

Feng Yehua carefully looked at the woman who was staring at her, and whispered softly: "...I just hope that you can get what you want."

She didn't understand why.

Just because of her two words, the gray-haired lady who had taken care of her and had always been gentle but with a strange majesty, suddenly smiled as stunningly as the earth thawing and returning to spring.

"What are you talking about?"

Roland brought in a bowl of chicken porridge.

The cooking skills he stole from Yolanda - although Yolanda said sarcastically that this was not Eastern "cooking" at all. Even a dog with human hands can cook...

"Talk about you being an executioner."

"I?"

Roland pointed at himself, then looked at the girl on the bed with inquiring eyes.

"Don't listen to Shandel's nonsense."

He put the porcelain bowl on the bedside, scooped out a piece with a spoon and fed it to her.

"I'm a...you call me a constable in London? I follow the captain on patrols every day, and I don't have to worry about food and clothing."

"Young Master, you are a constable?" Feng Yehua was surprised: "Constables are so impressive."

She also asked Rose if she was a lady from a wealthy family.

"She? She's a thief."

Feng Yehua: …

Where's Miss Cinder?

Roland blinked: "The one who lost the things."

Shandel curled his lips. Feng Yehua glared at Roland.

She finally understood that the young master was teasing her.

The girl silently took a sip of porridge and looked at the man beside the bed who looked like a banished immortal.

If only she could live a few more months.

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Roland's conversation with the Evergreen Immortal did not avoid the little prince, Rose, Yolanda and others.

The original purpose was to "complete the cultist's ascension ceremony" so that he could be promoted to immortality and no longer stay in the waking world. Roland said this briefly at the beginning.

The fairy tree no longer moved around like before.

It was unexpectedly honest with Roland.

"You have enough 'wealth' to exchange for any wish, the child of destiny who has come from afar...if it is what you want."

The little prince glanced at Roland nervously.

Roland Collins was not an Oriental and had no obligation to pay for their country.

——That is the truth, but the princes, Zhang Yucai and even Yolanda present did not dissuade him.

Roland took a small step forward.

He thought about his conversation with Wrench last night.

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What does it mean that 'it' is nearly omnipotent in this land...?

"I thought you wouldn't ask."
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I have never seen an 'all-powerful' alien species. This is no different from a god.

"To some extent, it is restricted by 'humans'... I have a question, Roland. Do you remember the first alien you encountered?"
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dancer?
"That's right."

"How did it come about?"
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Oh, now we have another exam, Mr. Fernandez? -
Aliens are born from human fantasies and wishes.

"Ten points, Mr. Collins. So, based on this... can you think of anything now?"
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This is the first time you haven't been so 'Riddler'.

"You should be thankful for your wisdom..."

"You should have it, right? Even though it's not that important to you."
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So, I just did what I wanted?
"You don't usually ask for my opinion."
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Who taught you to describe this thing as so terrifying?

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Roland took another step forward, suddenly remembered something, and waved to Yolanda behind him.

The girl didn't react, but Shandel gently pushed her and asked her to hurry up and go into the crisscrossing emerald branches to chase Roland's back.

The boy walked briskly to the "foot" of the fairy tree - next to its trunk, and waited for Yolanda.

He casually pressed his palm against the scaly layers of the tree trunk.

"You want my 'influence'."

The silence passed by like a torrent of drunken people at a festival, praising the wisdom of a living being with flags fluttering in silence.

"Since we are both alien species, can you give me a discount?"

There was some smile in Xianshu's voice: "As you wish."

Roland turned his head and called the girl who was timidly stopping behind him to come to him, to the tree trunk, and put her palms against the trunk like him.

"…I'm part of the sacrifice, right?"

Yolanda's expression was unremarkable, her face was pale, and she used her other hand to shake out a folded "small candy bar" from her sleeve.

She said these were the recipes she had recorded in recent days, all of which were the favorites of Roland, Cinder, Halida and Rose.

When I get back to London, as long as the materials are similar, I can find an experienced person to do it...

Roland asked her with a stern face if she had any 'last words'.

“…I want to know who killed my parents.”

"Oh. Then... Mr. Stone Tree, Yolanda's wish will also be included in the deal... and I'll give you another discount?"

Yolanda blinked.

She seemed to realize that she had not only strayed from the topic, but had also said something stupid.

But before she could ask, a strong sense of sleepiness overwhelmed her mind.

In the waves.

She saw her past...

Zhang Yucai.

(End of this chapter)