The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 997 Ch.996 Stay Away
Rose had no interest in the black urn.

Especially this road that deals with feces, urine, flies, ants and epidemics.

She didn't think she was reluctant to part with little Roland, but she just hadn't found a suitable candidate yet.

When she has freedom and time, she will find a kind, non-riotous, easy-going, good-looking and polite "disaster" ritualist.

By the time.

She would definitely hand little Roland over to the other party.

This is what she promised.

The people of the Elephant Gang never break their promises.

"You should think about your survival now, ma'am. I couldn't convince Tom or old James to let a cultist go - his son died at their hands."

The poison arrows didn't matter.

Even when they were talking, she was constantly suffering from the pain of healing followed by corrosion, and corrosion followed by healing.

She has achieved her goal.

"What's your purpose? Tie me to the carriage? Where are you taking me?"

"Leave London," Poison Arrow answered quickly: "Anywhere, Vansittart. I was going to take you away from London..."

"why?"

"You haven't grown the eyes of the soul that our God has given us..." The woman who stank in the pulp laughed grimly: "A great disaster is coming... Vansittart... leave London..."

Rose frowned.

The few ritualists who have dealt with the "Plague" know what qualifications they need to embark on this vicious and filthy path.

Shandel had spoken on the ship.

These people's sense of "malice" is as keen as a businessman's sense of gold.

Leaving London?

What big things are going to happen in London?
"I don't know, Vansittart. No one can do that... Stay away from London and wait for fate to take you down your own path..."

How could Rose leave because of these weird words?

Roland was in London, Halida was in London, her 'family', James and old Tom were in London - she just wanted to know what had happened in London that would allow this cult to use her as bait, kidnap people, load them onto a carriage, and flee.

"If you can explain it in detail..." Rose suppressed her chaotic emotions, forced a smile, and her voice became thinner: "What did you call me before? Saint? I am interested in this title... You... or the believers in the black jar... must ensure my safety, right? Aren't you going to take me away?"

"Perhaps you could tell me more about the dangers of London... Maybe I'll leave tomorrow. I've never had much courage..."

The girl kept talking, wanting to know what was going on in London, or at least how serious it was.

The woman said nothing, but just stared at her with a very strange look.

This girl who just said "never" righteously.

I see…

Lord Balfour.

It turned out to be the case.

Stay in London and meet her fate...My choice...and hers...are all part of fate...

She was more certain than anyone else that she had sensed something - ever since Lord Balfour took away most of the high-level ritualists in the "Black Urn" and disappeared into the vast ocean, Poison Arrow was once in despair and even believed that the gods had abandoned them.

She wandered aimlessly in London like a ghost with nowhere to go, waiting for disaster to come as if in revenge...

then.

She saw hope.

A glimpse of hope.

Lord Balfour called his mycelium.

A gift from the gods.

A ritualist chosen by the Son of Ichor, the true future of the "Black Urn", the fire of compassion that can bring eternal life to the world, and the only key...

"You'll do it willingly, Vansittart."

Rose scratched her head in annoyance. She didn't care about the saint or the chosen savior. She wanted to know what would happen in London. Roland was the executive officer. If something bad happened, her cat would be the first to suffer.

No one could get hold of her cat.

"You'd better tell me something I want to hear, or else..."

"Are you going to start singing about false love? Or family affection?" Dujian kept coughing and laughing: "Mortal emotions are like fleas on the carpet. After drying, they need to be beaten with a stick..."

Rose couldn't stand her crazy look anymore and slammed the barrel hard.

"I didn't mean to say this. You make the ointment, and let those poor people get addicted, and when they have an attack, their brains are smashed everywhere - this is the 'favor' of your gods?"

Without waiting for Dujian to speak, she calmly told her that all their expectations of the gods were unfounded fantasies.

She had seen their god, the crybaby. That was not what their god said.

“He hates you.”

Rose pressed against the board and could almost see the nematodes curling on each of her eyelashes.

A kind of worm that specifically parasitizes human flesh.

Rose should be terrified, like her maid, who would jump for ten minutes as if her butt was on fire because of a cockroach - but she was not at all now.

She thought it was all little Roland's fault.

"You are at odds with God, Lady Poison Arrow. I don't mean to say this - if you admit that I have seen Him, you will have to believe me. I have never been on this -"

"No, Vansittart," Poison Arrow interrupted hoarsely, "I believe what you say."

She looked at Rose like a chirping bird: "He is like a child, and an immature and fragile person. He almost destroyed himself, and was afraid that the people in the world after his destruction would destroy themselves more cruelly than when he was still alive..."

She murmured incomprehensible, long sentences, not caring about what Rose said was "going against God" -

Flesh and blood are just appearance, Vansittart.

she says.

Pay attention to the walls.

Pay attention to the walls around you.

then…

We will meet again in the chaos of hell.

When…

Destiny will push you and let you embark on the destined path...

"I understand Roland a little bit now." Rose kicked the barrel hard.

…………

……

She wanted to ask something from the poison arrow.

In the end, it was just some specious nonsense - nonsense about fate, walls, crises, and roads.

Poison Arrow is not like believers of other sects who are afraid of anyone slandering their God: if you tell the Holy Cross believers that their God can shit, I'm afraid you'll have to be prepared to receive a fist.

She is different.

maybe…

Are all the followers of Black Jar like this?
They seem to have a 'parental' feeling of doting on their gods - in a way, they are slightly similar to the ritualists of the "Private Alliance".

When they praise their gods to others, their faces are always filled with pride, as if...

Just like their daughter.

of course.

It’s not just the poison arrows that are a headache.

The girl who came out with a mess of yarn on her head had to deal with an old housekeeper who would never trust her again. When the old man with a cane saw someone coming out, he first gave the frightened girl a big hug, and then...

"William will follow you."

He said.

"From today on, I will never leave."

Rose: ...

I still want to try to struggle.

"I don't know her, Tom. I don't know. I was just chasing criminals with Hans... I've never dealt with cultists... You can't just listen to what she says. My friend is an executive! God... How could I be related to cultists?"

The old butler nodded in agreement, and told William, who was on standby, to choose a room of his choice on the first floor of Rose's small building as a bedroom - if their young lady got lost again, William could look up the map himself and choose a remote place to be the person in charge.

Rose: ...

"And, miss."

After he finished speaking to William, he turned his head again and looked at the girl whose eyes were rolling around with a forced smile.

"You have to explain to the master yourself - why this bastard chose to save you alone when he left all the citizens of London alone... and the so-called 'imminent danger'... Don't worry, I will follow your request and let this 'poison arrow lady' live a little longer..."

Rose was shocked and angry: "You promised to let me talk to her alone!"

Old Tom blinked annoyantly.

Silly boy.

I didn't say I wouldn't eavesdrop.

(End of this chapter)