The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 912 Ch.911 Return

Regarding the 'Fiery Ritualist Come to Battle Card Set' 'created' by Sister Roland - as the days got closer and closer to London, Rose had been thinking about how to use this game to earn more gold.

But Shandel thought she had not considered one issue.

"If books are contraband, Vansittart, then cards with the word 'fantasy' written all over them are also contraband. Are you planning to use the Shelley family's store to sell them? Are you ready for your whole family to be burned to death?"

"We can improve it. Maybe, we don't have to involve the 'prohibited area'." Rose also thought of this: "This is a good opportunity to make a lot of money... Have you thought about it, Roland? If all the children in London play the game we launched..."

Shandel sighed silently.

With Rose Vansittart's wisdom, it's normal that she couldn't think of these things.

"You may have forgotten, Vansittart. 'Creating games' or 'guiding and spreading' is likely to allow the initiator to gain valuable 'influence' - I don't recommend pushing Roland's game to everyone just for a little bit of pitiful gold before there is demand... Your previous ocean trade was stupid enough... I'm not talking about you, Roland."

Rose: ...

So you're talking about me?
"At the current tea party, the people who need to be "influenced" to upgrade their rings are--" Shandel looked at Halida: "'Iron Cavalry', disputes; 'Secret Scroll', greed and covetousness; 'Saint', sacrifice and good and evil; 'Fantasy'..."

all in all.

She couldn't guarantee how many "weird" people would join the tea parties in the future.

And 'retaining the possibility of creating influence' means retaining the 'wealth' that attracts believers - this is much smarter than Rose's plan: who would be short of gold pounds stained with sweat?
If she were the one to manipulate the lie of "ocean trade", she could ensure that a believer of "Dressed Long Mirror" would pay an unimaginably high price - even if it meant assassinating Victoria.

This is a lie that will never stop until you reach the top of the world.

Rose didn't believe it: "I bet you just thought of this. Otherwise, why didn't you tell me when you came here?"

"I thought you would have noticed something after three months, Vansittart." Shandel showed a very standard smile - the kind that Rose hated the most: "If you could use the strength you use to rub your face to think..."

Rose found her irrational.

It was Chandel who told her and recommended it to her, saying that applying the almond-scented oil in the porcelain bottle on the face and body would make women look radiant and could delay aging to a great extent...

Shandel raised his index finger and tapped his cheek and arm: "Just wipe it lightly, and then slowly push it away with your palm... Rose, you have to pay attention to the technique when using it - I forgot, you just became 'Shelley', and your old uncle hasn't had time to hire a qualified teacher to teach you..."

Roland has become accustomed to this daily routine.

"so."

He interrupted.

"What about the White Lotus sect members?"

Shandel blinked. "A few days ago, a man sneaked into my bathroom and looked around. I asked Halida to kill them all... Where are they now? I'm afraid you should ask Helena."

Roland said nothing and looked at Halida.

Halida: ...

No one peeked outside the bathroom at Chandel.

To be honest, these people were somewhat self-aware - they knew exactly who they would obey when they got ashore, and they spoke to Roland in a flattering manner not only to Roland, but also to Rose, Cinder, and even to Halida, their "slave", when they met her privately.

One night.

Shandel went to the lower cabin where they were dining and told these people the "truth": why they were sent onto the ship and went to London with a group of foreigners.

Why did you give such a "sky-high" amount of silver?

What does the fog represent?

What will be their fate?

'I understand your pain, gentlemen. But I still want to ask: Are your parents, wives, children... all on that land?'

Some people said yes with tears.

A few have elderly mothers or fathers still alive, and even fewer are married with four or five children.

They are concerned.

'That's a shame, gentlemen. You can never go back.'

When Shandel unfolded her "field", Halida knew what she was going to do.

as predicted.

'Look. This is the black monster that Mr. Golden Eyes sent to kill you. She planned to sneak into each cabin at night while you were drunk and cut your necks. To be honest, as a believer, I can't bear to see such a cruel and shameless murder happen in front of me.'

then.

In the "field" of Shandel.

Halida personally orchestrated a massacre.

These apprentices at most could not possibly fight against an "Iron Cavalry" with the power of "crossing space" - if the weapon was sharp enough and unexpected enough, Halida could even attack a third-ring or even fourth-ring. Dozens of mortals.

Time for two-cornered peanut pie.

When Shandel was finished eating, she killed them all.

'Cowardice, fear, weakness. Every "Knight" or "Assassin" must face the flaws in his or her heart. Halida. If you want to go further, you have to face it sooner - you should feel it, right?'

The girl standing in the pool of blood and body parts did feel it.

A faint power lingers around the body.

"Influence".

But it is not enough to fill the impact of being touched by the "secret".

It is not enough to truly condense and solidify.

It soon dissipated.

"Because it wasn't you who "started the fight", Halida - whether it was the cavalry or the assassin, you were the instigators of all the disputes... War? Killing? Tell me, where did they come from?"

Halida was silent.

these people…

He shouldn't have died.

'Their fate was sealed when they stepped on this ship. I must remind you - I asked you to stay with Roland, not only for my own personal preference, but also to protect Roland: if you stay in the First Ring for too long, you are not the right person.'

"Sir... you don't need my protection..."

The power of the three fantasy rings can compete with the four holy flame rings.

He doesn't need any protection.

'Then you will be of no use, my dear little maid.'

Halida could still remember Shandel's smile that night.

That's a gentle...

The smile when looking at things.

Just like she saw her own eyes looking at the doll in the window through the reflection of the glass window.

'The tea party has no purpose, but there must be many enemies... Harida.'

The girl on the wooden chair slowly dried her fingertips, walked to Halida, gently plucked off a nail tangled in her hair, and said with deep eyes:

'If you haven't reached the Second Ring Road before I reach the Third Ring Road...'

"Then you lose the meaning of staying with Roland - London is full of beautiful and clean ladies. You don't think you are so special... do you?"

Halida shuddered, her lips turning pale as she pursed them.

'You...you...will...'

'I don't know, but I guarantee you, Roland won't mind - you've seen it, haven't you? He doesn't care about you, dear.'

The gray-haired girl, who was a head shorter than her, held the tall and thin maid's cheek and wiped the blood off her face with her two thumbs.

then.

Lift your feet lightly.

Kissed her forehead.

Her lips were stained with the blood from Halida's forehead, making her look even more beautiful.

"If you listen, I will teach you...how to take the love from Vansittart...the love you deserve...the love Roland should have given you long ago..."

'Do you want to?'

The evil and beautiful face gradually overlapped with Roland's.

Time returns to the present.

"Halida?" Roland called again.

"Yes, sir," Halida lowered her eyes, "He, they... were indeed disrespectful to Miss Cinder. I stood guard at the door and caught the man..."

(End of this chapter)