The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 101 Ch.100 That Thing
The carriage began to shake as it entered the East District.

The text chattered in the sight.

"…He actually shamelessly told you that the body had been 'purified'. Would the Supervisory Bureau help him lie?!"
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Maybe.

"Those two people are so disgusting. That's my sister! That's my wife! How could they do this?! This is murder!"
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of course.

“…They even have the nerve to invite you to a party in a few days, saying something like ‘in memory of my beloved wife’ — these two males make me want to vomit!”

"He actually dared to tease you about selling sticks!"

"Roland, kill them!"

"Cut off their heads and stick them on street lamps!!"

Roland held his chin up and winked at the passing brown bear with a smile.

The flames paused for a moment.

Staring at the burning characters, they suddenly became hollow and small, like a tiny flame that was about to die.

"…Roland?"

"cough."

"I was just saying..."

"I believe..."

"Cherry-Chloe will rest in peace in the Eden of the All-Father..."
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It doesn't matter, wrench.
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Cherry told me: 'Do what you want.'

"You have already done it. You are a ritualist, a genius of the church, and you have a bright future. You—"
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No.
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Shouldn't you have read what I really wanted to do?

"Roland."

The flame paused.

"No, are you serious?"

Roland did not answer, but stared at the silent flames and heard the hoarse sound of metal rubbing against each other.

A silver-armored knight was sitting opposite him, leaning on the sword in his hand.

When Roland looked over, he slowly lowered his head and bowed, leaving a shadow.

'For you, the pioneer.'

He said.

The wheels could not cover up his deep voice and loyal tone.

"…What are you looking at?"
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knight.

"…What knight? I can't see anything?"

Roland did not answer.

"Roland, you paid the 'price', right?"

"Tell me what scars this road has left on your soul."

"Roland?"
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The knight's armor is so beautiful.

"If you go crazy again, I'm going to smash all the candle shops on this street."

Roland: ...
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Sometimes I wonder who you are threatening...

"I'm going to get angry, Roland."
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Mortal scars...

He rolled up his sleeves.

When the "Secret" is activated, a faint silver scar can be seen on the wrist.

——Judgment cut into pieces the mercy of the Holy Flame.

——Fantasy will also take away my 'reality'.
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I have a feeling that the further I go down this road, the closer I will get to the 'fantasy' itself.

"…The closer you get to fantasy, the further you get from true reality."
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That's right.
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However, the low ring should...
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There won't be any big problems?

“This is already a huge problem.”

"Roland, you must not go too far down this path."

"I really don't want to inhabit the soul of a madman. You're annoying enough as it is."
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I might not even make it to Gaohuan and die somewhere.

"You are really good at talking."
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I just learned fast enough.

"I'm not praising you. Roland, I advise you not to commit suicide."

"The big bat has already made it clear."

"There is a ritualist behind Mince Chloe. He is not only a member of the Council of Truth, but also a blue-blood noble. You know what this means."
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We have been together for quite some time, and you should know that I am never reckless or impulsive.

"We have been together for quite some time, and you should know that I never say dirty words."
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…You’re so annoying.

"You too."
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Rotten fire.

"That blind man has no brains."
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You have no brains.

"Bounce!"
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Apologize to me.

"You were the first one to call me annoying. You need to apologize to me."
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You first.

"..."

Lieyan struggled for a few seconds.

"Forget it, I'll let you do it this time."

"Sorry, it's your turn now."

"hurry up!"

"It's your turn!"
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I am right.

"You blind bastard!"

The gentleman in the carriage covered his mouth with his hands and his shoulders shook with laughter.

He admired the new world in front of him: the brown bears strolling in the streets, the winged monkeys, the loyal knight opposite him...but his amber eyes were as cold as a permafrost golden lake.

"…Anyway, you have to listen to me this time."

Roland said nothing, staring blankly at the animals flying by.

The city changed shape in his eyes, twisting into a spiral tower. "Oh, by the way, we must go to the Old Dog and Duck tonight?"

"That pub is so noisy."

"You only ordered a salad last time, but vegetables cannot provide enough high-quality protein, which can lead to endocrine disorders, delayed physical development, decreased resistance, and difficulty concentrating..."
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Copper Plate Salad is the most famous dish of Old Dog and Duck.

"It's the cheapest one."

"Although vegetables do have many benefits, it does not mean that humans can live without meat..."

"I don't recommend you eat too many vegetables, and besides, it's still that tavern."

"It was smelly, messy, and noisy all night long."

"Shitty place."

"If you insist on asking me, and ask me humbly, I would never suggest you go--"
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I'll order a steak today.

"But then again..."

Roland chuckled.
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You're so cute.

When it was getting dark, Roland came to the Old Dog and Duck early and picked a seat in a corner. This pub was not high-class, and the owners were a middle-aged couple.
They cleared out their own house for the workers to use after get off work.

Apart from a huge table that serves as a bar, the pub itself is just a slightly decorated household.

Several partitions were knocked down, and some cheap tables and chairs were placed in the place. The large oak barrels were filled with the most popular Samuel Smith beer, and the small barrels were the private brews that the men got from some channels, some of which had dense foam, and some of which had a lot of dregs inside.

It all depends on luck.

However, the reason why workers choose it is that it is cheap enough.

It’s not that there are no other wines here, but unfortunately those who can afford them won’t come here to drink.

Ever since Roland ordered a salad last time, the couple who owned the restaurant had remembered him:

Who could forget such a beautiful person?
"Anna! Help him!"

The man in the white apron was cutting sausages at the counter, rolling up his sleeves. He saw Roland push the door open and turned to shout at his wife.

The fat woman poked her head out of the small door and her eyes narrowed when she saw Roland.

"Here comes the Collinses—"

He shouted and bent over, pushing a wooden barrel half a person's height, and slowly entered the house. Then he quickly ran out and helped him sit down.

"It's too early, kid. The food isn't ready yet... How about a plate of French fries first?"

"Thank you, another glass of water."

Fernandez arrived late in the moonlight until the workers had all sat down.

To be honest, when they were not in uniform, these two guys were quite popular: one was handsome, with a smile that made people's eyes go straight; the other was honest and talkative, and could often get along well with drunkards.

"I guess he chose this place because some little blind guy would be more comfortable here."
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Yes, many people know my uncle.

"I haven't eaten all day, Roland."

Fernandez came in quickly. As soon as he entered the door, he took off his coat and picked up two French fries and put them in his mouth to chew.

"I heard from Lady Enid..."

He glanced left and right, and subconsciously lowered his voice: "Did you buy that thing?"

Roland also looked cautious and leaned forward: "…What is 'that thing'?"

Fernandez: ...

"Don't give me that, Anna...Anna! Give me one portion of fried fish, one portion of bread and bacon, two large glasses of Old Smith, a little full...Roland, what do you want?"

Roland: “That thing.”

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

Fernandez couldn't help laughing and tapped Roland's forehead with his finger.

Today he paid more attention to Roland's face than usual - or rather the expression on his face.

Obviously, he also vaguely knew what was happening.

Since Roland didn't mention it, he certainly wouldn't talk about it either.

"I mean the 'mask'. I heard someone has offered 500 pounds." Fernandez wiped his mouth, rubbed his greasy fingers on his legs, took out a half-pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out a wrinkled one and lit it: "I wanted to make an offer - our rule is that whoever does the work has the priority to buy it."

"But it's not bad for you to take it. You need something to defend yourself... What's wrong?"

After he finished speaking, he saw that Roland's face looked strange.

"What's that weird expression you have?"

Roland rubbed his forehead and said, "Fernandez, that mask is worth five hundred pounds?"

The priest looked bewildered: "...at least. What's wrong?" He thought Roland was worried about money, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, Lady Enid won't urge you to pay back the money, you can take your time."
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wrench.
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What would five hundred pounds sound like if thrown into a river?

"Plop...I...plop...am...plop...big bat...plop...I...plop...love...plop...you...plop...Luo...plop...Lan...plop..."

“That’s the sound.”

Roland: ...

"Aren't you going to tell the big guy that you've become a ritualist?"
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I haven’t figured out how to edit it yet.

"Foolish. Picking a mystical organ's ability to fool people and then giving this great road a name. You won't be able to hide it for long."
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How about the Steel Road?
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Miss Nina said so.
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A big box with steel wings can actually fly in the sky... Isn't this amazing?

"Then why not call it the Road of Iron Wings?"

Roland: ...
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It doesn’t sound very good.

"Oh, it seems you know."

The two creatures, each with their own aesthetic taste, whispered to each other for a long time, but until the salad was served, there was no winner.

"What are you staring at?" Fernandez asked.
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In a fight.

"I won."
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I won.

"Roland?"

Fernandez looked at him suspiciously, but couldn't really tell. "Shouldn't we continue with the latest class? Last time we talked about..."

"Tell me about the secret organ, Fernandez," Roland interrupted.

(End of this chapter)