The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 908 Ch.907 Blanket
The north wind pushed the ship away from the harbor.

The only ship that ventured out in the fog was gradually lost in the thick fog.

First the bow, then the hull.

Roland and his party clung to the wall of the ship and waved goodbye to the already blurry figures on the shore.

The dark-haired girl who had stood barefoot by the road and held onto her had finally returned to her hometown:

'My name is...Yolanda, sir.'

All the calmness will eventually turn into wet sorrow at the time of parting.

'I...want to go home.'

The black spot on the shore suddenly moved.

She ran without grace along the harbor path, the wind blowing through her dark hair as she raced.

"Roland——"

She shouted and waved.

"My name is--"

The sound was very long.

"My name is Lan Yanqing..."

The shout was picked up by a seabird and carried onto the deck.

I don’t know if the people on the boat heard it clearly.

He just waved his hand in the same big way, smiling like the bright sun above his head: "I know - Yolanda -"

The port and the ship, the fleeting lovers, parted reluctantly. One stood waiting forever, while the other sailed towards another new adventure without looking back.

The fog turned into a barrier, covering every inch of the hole made by the ship.

Like soft milk filling the bottom of a bowl, covering the gilded woman posing at the bottom of the bowl.

This is a story that ends in waves.

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"All right."

"Now you can tell me what this thing is, Rose."

When the ship completely left the fog, the vague mist behind it seemed to embrace the land like a mother - when they changed into their room clothes, they came out of the cabin again and looked back: the port swayed like a mirage, twisted and ethereal on the candle.

A little further away.

Once again.

It disappeared completely.

The veil that would not cause any ship to get lost was as thin as a cicada's wing under the repeated washing of the waves and was peeled off from this world.

then.

Several winged ones are about to hold a meeting.

Interrogate a dishonest little burglar who's been sneaking around all the time.

"Explain what this is, Rose."

Roland held his own body, which was several sizes smaller, in his palm. Little Roland Collins was crawling on his fingers, holding one and rubbing it with his face. That kind of obsessed look was definitely not something Roland himself could do.

More like Shandel in some way.

"Obviously, Roland, this is a mass of mycelium."

"'Obviously, Roland' - Miss Thug, you're not going to explain, are you?" The serious Holy Master winked left and right.

The left guardian Halida and the right guardian Cinder immediately stepped forward and grabbed Rose's arms.

Roland walked up with a stern face and launched a fierce attack on someone's ticklish area.

“…Ahahaha…hahaha…hahahaha…Ro…Roland…you can’t—”

"Gag her with a sock," Shandel suggested.

Rose's eyes lit up.

Shandel: "Halida, where are your socks?"

Rose was horrified. Who wants Halida's socks!

"...No...No - you can't do this to me - Damn it! Who are you on the same side with?" She yelled at Trumpet Roland - Little Mr. Mycelium was lying obediently in Roland's palm, greedily sucking on the scent of someone.

He raised his eyes and glanced at his 'former' master.

About half a second.

He lowered his head and sniffed again.

Little traitor!
"…I, I actually told Halida! Roland! I told Halida!"

"Hmm?" Roland turned his head.

Halida shook her head innocently.

"Lying! Aggravated crime! Halida! Take off the apostate's shoes!"

"Wait, wait! Roland! I - I haven't - no - Halida! Don't - Kratov! You bastard -" The farce ended when Rose bit Roland's arm hard with a red face.

Two glass-clear green jades are filled with water.

But he was reluctant to get up from the bed.

It was Chandel who took her to the bathroom to tidy up her clothes. When she came back half an hour later, she angrily kicked Roland.

——Roland found that Rose had changed into a new skirt. There were water drops on the ends of her hair and the tip of her nose, and her soft shoes that were exposed through her skirt were soaked.

This is…

"That's so sad, Rose. If you're so disgusted by the dust on us, you should have confessed earlier."

"W-What dust—"

The curly-haired girl was still in a daze, her eyes staring straight at him, but her brain reacted half a beat slower than her body.

"…why else would you shower?"

Shandel fell behind and bit his lower lip while smiling at Roland.

"No, Roland. There's a blanket in the cabin bathroom that I hung up earlier, and Rose washed it..."

The angry thief turned his head suddenly, trying to kill Shandel with his eyes.

"Wash...the blankets?"

Roland looked at Rose with a strange expression: "When did you become so... so... considerate?"

Shandel folded his arms and said, "She may not be happy to wash other people's clothes, but she certainly won't wash her own. I just discovered, Roland. Our Miss 'Thug' actually covered a hand-trimmed--"

"Shut up, both of you!"

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Roland didn't understand why Rose was angry about the blanket.

"do you know?"

Looking at the smaller version of myself in the palm of my hand.

Trumpet Roland:?
Look at the 'white jade rope' slowly climbing up your wrist.

Little Candle:?

Trumpet Roland: (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

Small candle: [○｀Д! ]
Trumpet Roland: (灬灬)
Little Candle: Ouch.

The snake swallowed the little mycelium man into its stomach in one gulp.

Roland: ...

"Rose."

"What?" The still angry girl leaned against the wall and fixed her hair in front of the only mirror in the cabin.

"If... I mean, if..."

"What if? What if?"

"If anything happens to your 'Little Roland'..."

Rose said without even turning her head: "You must be joking. You have no idea where it came from."

Roland looked at the small candle that was bulging in its throat: the snake's head was tilted back, and its two red bean-like eyes showed innocence.

Roland: Spit it out.

Little Candle: Shakes head (no).

Roland: Spit it out! Rose will be mad!
Little Candle: It’s almost in my stomach.

Roland: You're screwed.

Little Candle: Father! Let's work together! Fight together! Defeat the ugly green-eyed monster!
Roland: I won't die with you.

He cleared his throat a few times.

"…Rose, I mean, if it accidentally fell into a mouth…"

"Oh, you're going to eat yourself?" Rose shook her head and used her fingers to fluff up the top of her hair.

"You know... I have a friend... called... Little Candle... right?"

"Isn't that a snake?"

As she was talking, the fingers that were fiddling with her curly hair suddenly froze.

Small wax——

"My Roland!!"

The woman jumped in front of Roland in a few steps, her eyes full of panic: "You - Spit it out! Spit it out!"

She snatched the small candle, grabbed it by the tail and swung it a few times, then stroked its tail, belly and head like a rubber tube.

"That's my Roland! You stupid snake like your master!!"

Roland: ...

(End of this chapter)