The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 905 Ch.904 Before Departure

'Compared to your country, I think I would rather shelter these people who have believed in me for generations and are proud of me and themselves in this land - Changqing and I don't care about the era and history. At least under our protection...'

"I don't care who will win, who will lose, or the direction of history—"

'Do you care?'

"..."

silence.

"No."

"I only care about Roland."

'And his adoptive parents, and the females around him?'

"No."

A longer silence.

"It's just Roland."

There was laughter in the sky.

"So, now you understand me, distant shadow. I love the creatures of this land as much as you love him..."

"You've come such a long way. You should have said no earlier. Roland really likes to join in the fun..."

'This is impossible. If I can interfere with the fate of the Messiah's enemies, I can also interfere with the Messiah's. I will kill them and lead my children to the top of the world... ah... what a pity... what a pity...'

"I'm so sorry."

"..."

"Ugh."

"There are very few aliens who can talk to me."

'But I also want to say goodbye.'

"..."

"Goodbye, alien from the East - you won't let that thinker complete the ritual, will you?"

'Why would you harm a young monarch who is beneficial to the world?'

"Tsk, do you Eastern aliens always talk in such a roundabout way? Oh, after all, it's just a super long earthworm..."

"It's a loach."

"Brother! Let me get off the fucking bed—"

'Back rub.'

'…snort.'

"As the price for lifting the seal, you only gave him one mystical organ - isn't that a bit stingy? That's an 'influence' that doesn't exist in this history."

'You can't fail to see it, distant shadow.'

'That heart is more than just an occult organ...'

"The method of becoming a god through incense has been taken away by another woman."

"But your lover has already obtained the power of incense to become a god... right?"

"My love? What bullshit are you talking about? How can this bastard be worthy of the great..."

The Azure Dragon smiled without saying a word, and its long tail stirred up thunder and fire.

'I envy you...'

"I can see a broader future..."

'Goodbye.'

…………

……

No one knows what the 'fog' represents.

But Roland knew, and so did Halida, Cinder, and Rose.

The three ladies held a brief, waking world meeting and decided to tell the big secret to Yolanda - after all, the girl had become their friend along the way.

Yolanda was silent after hearing this.

She had thought about the time she would part with Roland and his group, but she had never expected that the separation would come so soon and so suddenly.

"…Want to come with us?"

Roland asked.

The two of them stood side by side against the village's greasy yellow stone wall. The fog was gradually gathering, and every villager had something to drive away the fog - a cattail leaf fan or a fan-shaped thin wooden board.

Children's are more natural.

Mouth. In this way, when the two chatted, they could not help but hear the whistles coming from the vast fog.

"I…can't. Roland."

Only Yolanda herself knew how difficult it was for her to say no.

That's London.

There is Roland, the king of frivolous jokes, Rose, the impetuous and reckless eldest daughter, Cinder, who appears holy but is actually indescribable, and Halida, the gentle and considerate maid - and a life that will be wonderful, happy and worry-free until the end of life.

There was nothing left in this land for Yolanda to miss.

She should agree.

"A son is like his father. Promises made in times of crisis are not counted, Roland. Perhaps after this incident, the White Lotus will become the next 'Eternal Gentlemen' - but after this ordeal, this spark will be even more difficult to ignite... I don't know where the Immortal Changqing will lead us..."

Yolanda paused.

"But whether the people live well or not is not just due to the foreigners."

She bent her knees and stepped on the stone wall. In a daze, Roland seemed to see the shadow of Rose Vansittart in her.

The street thief.

"Don't forget, I have a magical item that can see people's hearts." She suddenly turned around, a pair of bright black eyes piercing through the mist: "I will establish a new 'White Lotus Sect' - regardless of whether he keeps his promise or not, 'knowledge' can no longer be a shackle for the people..."

Roland groaned and asked the leaders what to do - the Feng brothers and... Zhang Yucai.

"They have already set out."

"what?"

"This morning."

Yolanda's voice was brisk, as if she had to show that she didn't care in front of Roland.

"I told them the secret of 'The Mist'."

she says.

"As for the help they have given to the White Lotus Sect and the people of this land over the past few days, they also hope to give their benefactors some 'small' rewards... For example, didn't you tell me that the warlock named 'Haiman' was a 'bad guy'?"

Roland lowered his eyes: "This is not a game of chess, Yolanda. Three low-level people can't deal with a high-level "herd"."

"We don't need to deal with him," Yolanda said with a smile, "We can just intercept him for a day or two, even if it means losing lives. If we just delay, it will be too late for him to leave."

"You know that's not what I meant."

Roland said.

"They will die."

These three Eastern ritualists who 'lack knowledge and cognition' have absolutely no chance of standing up to Cliff Hyman - he has fought them personally and knows the troubles of the 'beast pack': just like a pack of wolves surrounding a village.

It's just the low ring.

"I know."

Yolanda covered her face with both hands and rubbed them vigorously - Roland had seen this action before, when Rose was applying lotion.

Although Shandel said it was just 'bear washing its face'.

"I know."

Yolanda repeated softly.

Basotai, who was in contact with Cliff Hyman, was the man's right-hand man. They couldn't kill Cliff Hyman, but they could take off Basotai's head. Yolanda couldn't figure out their real purpose, the meaning of heading towards death... maybe she knew.

"I didn't stop it."

The sound is so soft that only you can hear it.

Yolanda raised her hand and reached into the mist to scratch.

She had nothing before, but now, even hatred is gone.

"He left behind a list of the White Lotus members... My magic weapon is suitable for distinguishing between loyalty and treachery..."

People without love and hate are terrible. Now, the purpose of the woman's life is finally clear.

"Want to hear a joke?"

"No, Roland."

"Then... I'll give you a parting gift as well."

"what?"

"follow me."

In addition to the spare clothes and daily toiletries brought from London, the girls also brought a lot of miscellaneous things - among them, there were several manuscripts in Chandel's suitcase, which Roland commissioned Darwin to draw before leaving.

Drawings of some machines, with text.

"Maybe not all. The blasphemous gentleman should have done his best... For these manuscripts, I owe several bags of tobacco."

(End of this chapter)