The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 985 Ch984 Golden Bullet

Chapter 985 Ch.984 Golden Bullet
Roland was so sure because of his 'perspective' and 'senses' - 'nostalgia' belonged only to him, and only nostalgia could bring him dreams that were almost 'real'.

What happened last night was only witnessed from the perspective of a spectator sitting in the audience.

Dreams are crude and crude.

This is not the power brought by the secret organ.

It's about that glass of wine.

Roland judged this way.

When the sun illuminated every street in London, the flying newspapers undoubtedly proved his guess.

"gentlemen!"

After seeing off the newsboy, Halida walked quickly into the tea room with a stack of newspapers (of various kinds) as if to seek credit.

"You are absolutely right!"

she says.

Pointing to the giant lead type at the beginning of the newspaper, he read to Roland:

"Collective hallucination? Or punishment from God?"

The commenter described the dream he had last night about 'Vanessa' in a very delicate tone, and said sarcastically that 'certain' religious groups were irrelevant - he called on the promising gentlemen and ladies in London to unite and protest.

They can't treat people like animals like this.

of course.

There are also newspapers that support the Church of Justice - or do not support either side at all.

Every journalist knows that the more shocking the remarks and the more eye-catching the headlines, the more golden power they can bring to them.

The critic's purpose is not important, the newspaper's position is not important, the appeal is not important, the march is not important, and what is said or done is not important.

The important thing is.

What can you get from it.

Roland took the newspaper and flipped through it. The critics were roughly divided into three camps:
Support Vanessa, support the Church of Justice, and the largest number of people are neutral - neutral people don't care whether the story is true or false, or whether the characters in the story are good or bad, pitiful or hateful.

These rational gentlemen questioned the Church of Justice and the Holy Cross, why such a strange thing happened at the empire's most dazzling pearl and the most grand festival?

If this is a cultist, why is he getting away with it?

Luckily it was just a dream.

If the blood wine had been tainted with poison, wouldn't half of London have died last night?
Who should be held responsible for this matter?

Should the ceremony go on?
How does the Church of Justice ensure the 'purity' of blood?
Or maybe.

Is this another huge conspiracy of the cult?
The quarrel began in the newspapers.

"Are you okay?"

Halida asked worriedly. It was only after reading the newspaper and listening to Roland's description that she understood what had happened yesterday - how much danger Roland Collins had taken.

She really shouldn't have listened to her husband and stayed at home to clean the house.

If she had been there, she could have drunk the wine for her husband. If it was poisonous, she could have died for her husband. If she had been braver and more assertive yesterday, and argued a few more times, maybe the first few "ifs" wouldn't have been ifs at all.

"Halida." Roland shrugged his nose.

"…gentlemen?"

"What's wrong?"

Halida was stunned at first, and the next second, the maid who had been startled by the barking of dogs almost did a 180-degree one-legged spin on the spot. She ran away with her heavy maid skirt in her hand, shouting "milk" towards the kitchen.

Milk wouldn't listen to her either.

The fire was still working hard beneath it.

Roland smiled, unfolded the newspaper, covered his head with it like a roof, and lay down on the sofa.

Vanessa…

Justice Church…

"It seems that yesterday's dream was not very pleasant."
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I hate this kind of story, wrench, not interesting at all.
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To be honest, I thought the Guanshen Sect was different from the unknown small sects.

"You obviously didn't get enough lessons at Holy Cross."

Roland was silent for a moment.
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none.

"What?"
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There is not a single denomination to please me since I came to London.
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So disappointing…
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I don't like them, and I don't like Yam's words...
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Although she is gradually becoming a reality.

Wrench had no idea what James Jones had said to Roland.

But it was happy to listen. As long as it was related to Roland, it was extremely curious.
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'Growing up will be harder than it is now, dear.'
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When I was young.
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Every time I got beaten, Yam would hug me and say this to me.

"Your mother is such a comforter."
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What she said was right... but I hate this world. I thought that after a hard childhood, I would have a happy, blessed adult life...
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But the world is not like that.
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Neither is the sect of the Crown God.

"For you humans."

"To live is..."
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Tortured.

Roland puffed up his cheeks and blew a breath, blowing the roof up into the sky.

"Theodore Gabriel Thackeray."

He inexplicably thought of the gentleman from yesterday whose etiquette was so retro that it was almost like a nobleman or knight in a storybook, the golden gentleman with a warm smile.

'They didn't deserve to die.'

Roland still remembered the lament in his eyes.

"It seems this is not just a simple 'mistake'."
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Maybe?
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But if he knew, why didn't he take action?
"What do you mean by 'why not take action'? You don't think everyone likes to be a cultist, do you?"

"…etc."

"Roland, I advise you not to do anything stupid. Now people are looking for the culprit of this incident. Do you insist on letting the 'Tea Party' take the blame?"
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What kind of pot and spoon? I'm going to go find...

Roland was suddenly stunned.

He thought about the tea party now, and it seemed that he was the only one who could "move freely" - Rose was grounded, and Shandel left a mysterious letter to complete his own ring-raising ceremony...
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I promise not to do anything stupid.

"You swear."
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I swear.
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I'm just going to take a look... You should know something that can help me find where they are hiding people, right?
"What do you mean by 'Tibetan'? Of course I can - you said you wouldn't do stupid things."
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I'd like to see...
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What Thackeray said is not true.

He said they didn't deserve to die.

Just Vanessa?

still…

Everyone?

What conditions does the Church of Justice use to select the "sacrifices"? Lengsong Town... A rural town that believes in Libra...

How did Thackeray know Vanessa's story?
Is this a conflict between the Maelstrom and the Church of Justice, or is it just about individuals?
What power did the person who "poisoned the blood" use to pull those who drank the blood into the same dream?
All kinds of mysteries.

When the cat becomes curious about a coffee cup hanging by the fireplace.

You are now ready to pick up the debris from your carpet.

Vanessa's story is sad, but if we look at the entire "Thunderstorm Festival"...

And very interesting.

"I'm ready."

"No one asked you."

"Mr. Three Rings, you'd better be careful. Although illusions are powerful, they are not 'invincible' - I hope that ambushing a Four Rings Holy Flame has not made your confidence swell to the point of self-destruction..."

“I want to live a few more decades.”

"Of course, I will be very careful..."

Thinking about the actions after nightfall, Mr. Cat then "deduced" a more important link: the name.

The flames twisted in his eyes.

Like eating something that upset my stomach.

“Please.”

"You were stupid enough last time."

"Let Harida decide this time."
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I want another one, a loud, majestic, manly code name.

This is much more important than the entire operation.

Roland thought.

The maid, who had failed to rescue the milk, was dejectedly bringing a plate of dry bacon - and black tea instead of milk.

"gentlemen…"