The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 910 Ch.909 Return
Regarding the matter of 'handing this little Roland the Wire-puller over to a suitable apprentice so that he can become a ritualist who 'saves' those persecuted by the Black Jar Cult' - Shandel asked in great detail.

After all, you can't ask the other two people at the table to speak.

Halida was just a maid.

Roland is just a cat warming himself by the fire.

If Cinder died one day, their "tea party" would be just like a brainless madman.

"Well, that's what He said - give this little thing to someone... chosen by me? I don't know who is suitable, and I don't intend to cause trouble for myself. Kratov, that's the "Plague"..."

Rose thought there was no need to get involved with cultists.

Even if he is the 'savior' appointed by the Son of Pus to fight against the Black Jar.

"How about you just stay by my side?"

The girl holding little Roland deliberately tightened her throat and asked sweetly with narrowed eyes.

Little Roland pointed at Roland.

"You're right here with me! You're not allowed to go anywhere! Otherwise I'll pull out your mycelium intestines and twist them into a noose, and hang you under the eaves for the crows to peck your eyeballs—"

Halida glanced at Roland silently.

I always feel that these words are particularly vivid.

"So, it can transform an apprentice into a ritualist?" Cinder held his chin and watched Rose teasing the little cutie in his palm.

Rose hesitated: "Maybe? Gods won't lie, right?"

Roland raised his hand.

"Then you may have forgotten the 'dressing mirror'," Shandel chuckled, "but I have a good idea."

"You'd better not have such a good idea."

Roland raised his hand.

"Honestly, Vansittart. You can't go far on the road of the 'Scroll' - or I should say: no one can go far on the road of the 'Scroll'. It itself is not 'reasonable'." Shandel said earnestly.

Rose knew what she was and squinted: "So?"

Roland raised his hand.

"So, isn't this a good opportunity to change my path? I've read many secret books, and to some extent, the path of "Plague" is more 'elusive' than the "Secret Scroll" - besides, the treatment of the "Savior" should be higher than that of ordinary believers, right?"

Shandel stared at the mass of mycelium.

"Maybe your ring-raising ceremony is different from others?"

"No way. I don't want to be dirty and surrounded by flies and shit all day long - don't think I don't know what you're going to do, Kratov."

Roland raised his hand.

Rose was getting annoyed by him: "Speak up! Smart man! Leader! What's your opinion on this?!"

Roland blinked: "Shall I tell you a joke?"

"Halida! Take—your—master—out! The fool shouldn't be in this room!"

"Oh."

Before the man reluctantly stood up and left, he gently pulled Rose's collar and asked carefully:
"Aren't you leaving?"

…………

……

The drifting on the way back was much more boring than the drifting on the way here.

In addition to the absence of those foul-mouthed sailors, Yolanda's departure made several people somewhat sad - this was most obvious from Rose.

"I thought she would be one of us."

"That just shows you're not very intelligent, Vansittart."

Shandel was brewing a pot of tea.

Cooked for Roland.

I've been staring at it for half an hour.

——Rose always felt that this woman treated everything related to Roland like a salesperson in West London treated the most willing buyer:
Professional, serious, and forthright.

Just not like a 'normal person' in a 'standard' way... doesn't she have anything else to do all day?

"I knew from the first time I met Yolanda that she would not stay in London."

The gray-haired girl sat on a small stool and rubbed her soft hands in the steam.

“She’s so normal.”

"You don't have to involve me in some of these comments, Kratov. I'm a normal woman."

Shandel hugged his legs, stared at the lake blue teapot and chuckled: "So normal that he would pay with his life for stealing."

“Everyone has their own little hobby.”

"Obviously, Yolanda didn't - besides, I don't think she drove these White Lotus followers onto a ship that would never return..." The girl lowered her voice: "In order to let their bodies become food for marine creatures."

Shandel was right.

Yolanda is still weak.

In other words, there is no way to bypass the false conscience that one has carefully constructed for oneself over a long period of time.

She is a normal mortal.

Not suitable for them.

"She is as stupid as our people: the workers whose toes are stained with rotten mud that can never be washed clean, the outstanding patriots who blush and tiptoe and shout at the top of their lungs during His Majesty's parade—"

The girl propped her chin on her hand, staring at the spout of the kettle that kept spewing out steam like an innocent child.

"They spend the standard price to buy defective bread, and pay high taxes to enjoy the sunshine and air that humans are born with. The flat stone road has been repaired again and again, and someone's daughter was raped in the factory, and someone's son suffered the gentle caress of the pastor——"

She squeezed her throat and imitated those people's speech:
"'But our queen is totally unaware of this! She is totally unaware of all these bad, evil things that are happening!

The collapse of the road surface could not be heard in the palace!

Hurting the children... She has endless national affairs to deal with all day long!

No evil act that harms the people has been approved by her!
Just like the so-called shameful tobacco cream that some extremists promoted in the newspapers - she was completely unaware of it! Someone had deceived her!

To deceive a lady of art, purity, and natural nobility! '"

Shandel's voice was brisk, and he imitated the appearance of those stupid creatures, which were not as smart as buffaloes but had similar functions, vividly.

Innocent children do not hide their cruelty like adults do.

"In my opinion, Yolanda is no different from them."

Shandel thinks she is stupid.

Because Roland Collins was her friend.

Many things should have been done before Roland Collins left, or should have been done with Roland Collins - using so-called 'dignity' and 'responsibility' to cover up one's own evasion and weakness, and in the end, whose praise do you want?

People like to fool themselves with some strange and thrilling sentences.

There is no difference between the 'masters' on these two sides of the land.

Hypocrisy, ignorance, arrogance.

"…After all, her life story is tragic enough, Kratov."

"Tragic? You didn't realize that her background is no lower than yours and mine?" Shandel slowly stood up, picked up the teapot that could no longer stay on the stove and put it on the tray, and told Halida to bring over some baked muffins.

"She is a 'lady', Rose. A lady with countless romantic stories in her head - miserable? If it were you, how would you treat a lover who paid a 'heavy price' for the country? Zhang Yucai, this man, would choose a decent ending for himself."

Rose pouted and took a piece of muffin and stuffed it into her mouth when Halida passed by.

"...I will cut off his and his two brothers' penises and stuff them into their eyes."

"If only you were half as good at what you do as you talk, Vansittart." Cinder glanced at her.

That's what Rose is like.

He made himself sound like a murderer, but when it came time to actually make his appearance, he was just like the pet dogs she had seen in the hands of many noble ladies - once they left their owners, they became worse than a rabbit.

Is it...

Is this also one of the reasons why Roland likes her?

(End of this chapter)