The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 907 Ch.906 Port
There were also many White Lotus followers who left with Roland - they were the most "excellent" ones who were carefully screened and selected by Yolanda.

They will board the ship to London with Roland. After docking, they will follow Roland's orders and bring the purchased equipment and rare goods back to the East.

These people often have several characteristics:
red or purple in Yolanda's eyes;

Those who had followed the Feng brothers and Zhang Yucai and participated in the Lan family tragedy;
Those who were dissatisfied with the Feng brothers for handing the White Lotus Sect over to a woman;
Besides.

There are also some people recorded by Feng Rushong who relied on the "Holy Religion" to do evil things.

These people would receive warm silver from Yolanda, endure three months of bumpy ride on the ship, half a month on land, and three months of bumpy ride back - and they could receive the same amount of silver again.

These smart people have calculated it.

Double the money, and you don't have to be bossed around by a woman, and spend half a year in the wind and fire - see the foreign country, maybe you won't come back.

Those who are chosen are naturally happy.

Roland didn't care.

He had asked Helena whether mortals were snacks or main meals to her - otherwise where had all the people on the lost ships gone?

"I never found you so 'awesome' before, Yolanda."

"Before? We've only known each other for half a year, Roland. You should use 'before' - and, find a teacher for Halida. Shanzi's book has been passed down through three generations of swordsmen... Even if they learn even a little bit..."

"I want to thank him on behalf of Halida. I think this secret technique passed down from generation to generation will never be easily shown to people outside the bloodline."

Yolanda shook her head.

"It's more stringent than you think, Roland. It can only be passed down to males, not females; it can only be passed down to family members, not outsiders. The child may have figured it out. If the family lineage falls into his hands, I'm afraid it won't be passed down any more..."

She explained to Roland: These secret methods of "fighting" or "weaponry" would basically not be passed on to others unless something unexpected happened - they would either be practiced by generation after generation, or completely cut off in a certain generation.

Yolanda scoffed, "You call it 'stingy', right?"

Roland shook his head.

"If I own an apple, it is up to me to decide who owns it - to give it to my loved ones, or... to someone I approve of? In London, rituals and mysteries are the same, Yolanda."

but.

Roland felt that such harsh conditions would create one dream story after another full of mystery.
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It's interesting that the secret arts are more famous than the people, right?
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"Yes, be kind! This is the third secret technique in the first ring of the sad poem of the Beheader in Light! Is your father called..."
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It's very cool.

"Only a fool would talk like that."
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I just want to be a big fool.

……

"You always speak for me, Roland. But I know you're sincere - why are you so special?"

Roland accepted it all, stroked his non-existent beard, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Yolanda with a smile: "I am a generous, kind, and always loyal friend... People always regret after losing someone. You, Yolanda, you will regret losing a great friend like me..."

Yolanda rolled her eyes, a rare occurrence.

I didn't learn anything good from the ladies either...if anything.

"I think there is also 'Master'."

Roland shook his head at first, then looked sincere.

He knew what Yolanda was hinting at.

"Halida is my friend, Yolanda. She has the right to decide whether to stay or go, and whether to accept an international relationship."

"Oh? If she's willing to stay--"

"But she is also my maid, Yolanda. I think as a master, I have the right to decide whether my servant stays or leaves."

Yolanda didn't bother to pay attention to him.

All men are of the same character.

In short, the big fool led a group of White Lotus followers full of hope, as well as three young ladies, and arrived at the port before dawn.

Tonight, this land will completely 'disappear'.

Shandel had changed into lambskin shoes, a silk shirt and a navy blue dress with flowered leg-of-mutton sleeves. Halida carried the empty bag. She was the only one among the three who had changed her clothes.

In response, Rose commented: This is the problem of a young lady.

Once on the ship, I still stayed with those smelly sailors.

Shandel replied, "Elegance and reserve should be used when they do not cause trouble to anyone... Obviously, this is such a time. On the contrary, rudeness is not a bad habit that we need to be vigilant about all day, but a flaw that is deeply nailed into the flesh and bones, which can never be pulled out and the person himself cannot detect."

Rose was annoyed by those people who would weave together long sentences that could be expressed clearly in just a few words, and then look at her quietly with a regretful or 'unnatural' smile on their faces.

Holy Cross bitch.

While they were bickering, Halida quietly took out a small oriental-style sachet that she had sewn herself.

As a gift in return for Yolanda.

The two of them were whispering beside the carriage: Yolanda said a few words, Halida replied with half a sentence, and occasionally shot Roland a strange look.

Dawn has arrived.

This land, which gives fantasy to any deprived person, once again faces the rising sun as it has done countless times.

The salt wind leaping in from the sea made a harp sound, the foam on the waves was born and died under the pressure of the boat's side, the boatman's call, the bump of the wheels rolling over the stones, the shouting, the children playing in the fog, and the flocks of birds rising into the sky from the licorice-scented forest.

These creatures, full of imagination or suspicion about the future, leave traces that are light, heavy or invisible in the harbor and on the sand.

A bright morning before the height of summer.

The voices interweave into a song of vitality that makes the depressed people wish to live a few more years.

"Rose, Shandel. If I were a god—"

The young man with flying hair opened his arms to face the wind of destiny that came from half the planet. He squinted his eyes, used his eyelashes as a cloak, and hugged the sunlight that fell into his trap.

"If I were, I would set up some conditions for the last link of "The Herd" and "The Immortal" - to feel and enjoy the real... great and ordinary life, the nature that can be seen everywhere and is so precious..."

"It's not sealed in a gem."

"On the sandy shore after the waves."

Rose rarely went against Roland's will.

The girl stood with her arms folded, raising her arms to hold her curly hair that was messed up by the wind.

Shandel clasped her hands and placed them under her belly. She did not look at the ocean of separation and hope, but quietly looked at the man who opened his arms to embrace the world.

Sea birth.

The rising sun cries out its glory.

No bastard who is used to the sewers can face this real golden trial, which symbolizes hope and power.

“…Time to board the ship, sir.”

After Halida finished talking to Yolanda, she said a few words to the smiling man with a cold face, then turned to Roland and reminded him softly, "We are in a hurry, so we can't wait any longer."

She noticed a scorching gaze on her left side, as hot as the sun, which kept scanning the side of her face.

then.

He silently twisted his waist and gave a back of his head.

(End of this chapter)