The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 963 Ch.962 Go
When Rose was 'escorted' out in the golden sunlight by several girls - adjusting her skirts, holding her hands and holding umbrellas all the way - Ms. Burns was amazed.

The 'Gilded Girl' had a pair of beautiful cat eyes, her thin white neck tucked back, and she was whispering something to the maid.

Lace and lotus leaves create lines.

From the collarbone down.

then.

Gently pinch her slender waist.

Like a swan dancing lightly on the water, with the waves as her swaying skirts - so beautiful, Miss Shelley.

Even though Burns was a picky woman, she couldn't find anything wrong with Rose.

This is a beautiful girl who makes people unable to take their eyes off her.

"Miss Shelley."

Burns greeted her with a smile, kneeling slightly as Old Tom bowed.

"Good day, sir."

"Good day, ma'am."

James Shelley would not personally see Rose off, meet Burns again, and give him some instructions - there would be no such scene.

Old Tom was enough.

Burns was not qualified to meet James in such an occasion.

"I hope you and the young lady have a nice day. By the way, Mrs. Burns, please take care of yourself."

"I will. And give my regards to Mr. Shelley - about 'steam', maybe I can find a 'suitable' time to visit..."

The old butler lowered his chin slightly and said, "If it's appropriate."

"Of course... Come on! Little Lillian! We're getting in the car! I brought you some honey cakes, and--"

…………

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at the same time.

The atmosphere in the other carriage was not so good.

A captain had a droopy face and was rubbing a string of worthless white crystal beads in his hands - crystals also have different grades, which Roland and Randolph learned after a long period of contact.

"I am on a day off today."

The bear-man muttered.

"Yes, vacation, Fernandez. You had it yesterday, last week, this whole month - the city of London has been radiant, cleansed of its filth, and made into the Kingdom of God on Earth... You and Ms. Fonseca are the only ones left in this country, right?"

I don’t know if Roland is lucky.

The "disaster boy" who has always been criticized by Fernandez as "always causing trouble" has been behaving himself recently, and so has Disaster. It seems as if the two of them had agreed to avoid each other.

The deputy doesn't cause trouble, and the captain should be more careful...

Fernandez hardly ever got any big cases.

He spent all day hanging out at the "Fonseca House" (he insisted that it was not 'hanging out' but socializing), took the lady to art exhibitions and musicals, and because of the lady's interest, pretended to find a teacher to study art history.

——At least I can call out the names of the writers and popular performers in each paragraph.

He bought a violin in a very literary way, but found that he didn't even have a "shoulder socket" - those thick, steel-like muscles could hardly accommodate the melodious and soft sound of a violin.

No neck.

No shoulder sockets.

This caused Gilles Fonseca to tease him for half a month.

of course.

There are rewards too.

In the evening, Giles herself 'pulled the strings'.

Fernandez is happy.

There was almost a moment when I wanted to just continue like this and live a normal life.

"Now I know why I rarely read information about the Secret Scroll Road." Roland looked at him and was not surprised that he could not find more records about the Secret Scroll ritualists in the library of the Tribunal.

Human beings are a collection of desires, yet they are extremely easy to satisfy.

"I just want to tell you, kid. If you insist on causing any trouble, you have to bear it yourself. Can't you talk to Lady Jutia and form a team yourself? Bring your Kratofer and pick a few people you like."

The bear man leaned back against the cushion and yawned lazily—he even rolled up one of his sleeves to reveal the string of white crystal beads.

When Roland glanced at him, he proudly said that it was Giles Fonseca who put it on for him "personally".

"I'm not used to carrying stuff. It affects the flexibility of my wrists during combat...Women, damn women, they never understand the hard work of men."

Roland held his chin up and aimlessly scanned the rapidly receding street scene outside the window: "You too, Fernandez. You never know how to be considerate of your partner's ears - if I can make him spit it out by pinching his ears, I promise I'm willing to listen a few more times..."

Fernandez: ...

"Don't show off. It's just a string of crystal beads."

"What do you mean by 'just a string of crystal beads'? No wonder you have so many girls around you, but you haven't turned any of them into your lover! Do you know what the meaning of something made by a woman herself is? You are so stupid -"

As Fernandez was talking, he suddenly remembered: Although this guy didn't get any girls, he quietly got his boss, Enid Jutia...

then.

It is difficult to continue this topic.

“…Let’s talk about the case.”

The bear man had a dark face and rolled up his sleeves.

"An orphanage, Fernandez. It's a lucrative business buying out babies and killing them. Kingsley and I don't understand why Amelia does it, though."

Before coming, Fernandez knew a little about the 'Lady Amelia', and the fact that he appeared in the carriage showed that he could 'handle' this matter.

At least compared to most executives, the know-it-all Mr. has an absolutely broad vision.

He obviously knew what the answer was.

——As long as he is not compared with Roland Collins and Cinder Kratofer, he can be considered a "talented" person.

“…Amelia.”

The captain pinched his nose, and his tone was abnormally excited. "This time it's really 'troublesome'. Roland, if I can really confirm that it's 'that thing', I'm afraid you're lucky - let me think... 20,000 pounds? If the girl from the Kratov family can speak a few words for you, maybe the church can pay 30,000? 40,000? At that time, we have to listen to Lady Enid..."

"Fernandez." Roland was a little unhappy.

He doesn't like the Riddler.

"You're begging me, kid. Did you know I had a date today?" Fernandez poked Roland's shoulder with his thick finger: "Gilth was ready. We took the 'silent carriage I bought myself' and went to the suburbs for a picnic - maybe we could even shoot a few shots and shoot a rabbit or something..."

"You can't eat a rabbit that's been shot, Fernandez."

"Don't you understand romance?"

"Now I just want to know what 'that thing' is."

"You'll know... Tell me what you felt - you saw a ghost, right?" Fernandez lifted up his windbreaker (yes, he was wearing a windbreaker again, it was summer), and two rows of light golden glass tubes inserted in the grooves of the sewn cowhide were being shaken by him.

"It's 'a lot' of ghosts, Fernandez."

While the maid was squatting and swaying.

The sound of a skull breaking.

Roland saw a vast expanse of white snow - that's why he assured Florence that some people would get the punishment they deserved...

Caregiver, Amelia.

They had no idea what they had done, nor did they know what kind of surprise the coincidence and luck that every Ring of Eternal Silence ritualist longed for would bring them.

(End of this chapter)