The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 219 Ch218 Let's Tell a Lie

Chapter 219 Ch.218 Come... Tell a Lie

After a long period of darkness, there will be even deeper darkness.

That's not how the story goes.

Rose followed the path, running her fingers through the thick ash on the walls of what had once been the Elephant Gang’s stronghold and the home of the original sisters.

Later, it became more and more lively.

It also feels more and more like 'home'.

As dust fell from the sky, Rose walked here alone, and all she saw was devastation.

There was no one here. Most of them were killed in the parade a few days ago, and a few escaped without looking back.

Some were captured by the Inquisition, and whether they resisted or not, they were eventually thrown into the flames alive.

She stands here.

In the distance, songs of joy can be heard.

That was the citizens celebrating the coming of Christmas and also praising the police who protected the citizens yesterday.

Rose raised her head high and looked towards the gloomy sky.

The angels in the Book of Eden were shot to death by mortals on earth with flaming arrows and turned into handfuls of ashes that fell down.

The land is covered with shadows.

Everybody is a son of a bitch.

Men emerged from the world, licking their gold-threaded tasseled epaulettes, scratching the pustules on their faces, and singing "I Love This World" loudly;
The women, eight months pregnant and smelling foul, stood beside several men and asked with a smile, "Who will be the father of my child?"

This world is exactly the same as the one she has known since she was a child, nothing has changed.

It was like a hammer that fell from the sky every day and hit her hard.

As long as she bent down, she bowed to everyone who didn't deserve respect.

'I hate this world, Roland.'

The girl turned her palms upward, trying to catch the gray dust that was falling like snow.

However, what fell into the palm of the hand was only the other hand.

A black-haired young man in a church uniform, wearing a windbreaker and a fluffy black and brown fox fur scarf, had his hair fluttering in the winter wind.

"We should go, Rose."

Roland watched her turn slowly.

Then he bent over, covered his face, and sobbed.

Lillian Rose Vansittart is not like Roland.

The latter's long night of silence finally ushered in the dawn. He had more than one sun - James Jones, Nina Collins, Pushou Collins, Enid Jutia, Cherry Crowe...

He has more than one sun.

But Rose never saw the sunrise.

Diamond Annie had never illuminated her world, but now, someone told her: the invisible sun has never been away from you from the beginning to the end.

Her brain was in a mess, and like a child who had just grown his baby teeth, he always wanted to bite something fiercely.

She hated herself, but she didn't know what to hate.

Roland listened to her venting quietly.

He was like a sculpture with long black feathers: pale skin, honey-colored eyes, and curly hair. In the deep twilight, he quietly looked at the girl sobbing beside the sculpture.

Maybe she lost the candy, or maybe she lost her mother.

Both were painful enough for a young child.

"If the person I love is in hell."

Roland spoke softly.

"Then I shall never go to heaven."

He took her hand, pulled her up forcefully, pulled her into his arms, and buried her in the soft wool scarf that kept her warm.

"Where are you going, my Lillian, my friend."

There were only shy murmurs in my ears.

"…you blasphemer."

She pushed Roland away, repeating the word "friend" over and over again, staring at the golden tide.

"We are friends."

"of course."

"You said you would help me."

"Of course." "...I want the Heiman family to pay the price, Roland. I want them to pay the price." Rose said calmly: "I saw that the son of the Heiman family could break a dagger with a flick of his finger - I won't let you take risks, and I won't do such a stupid thing to get myself killed."

"Roland."

"Think of a way..."

"Help me...please."

"Annie..."

"Annie can't just die like this..."

"I have no one else in this world..."

She muttered to herself, trapped in a cycle that she couldn't escape.

Can a thief be described as 'naive'?
It depends on who you compare with.

In Roland's opinion, Lillian Rose Vansittart was indeed 'innocent' enough.

She could skillfully use the thin blade in her hand to cut open trouser pockets or leather pockets and steal what she wanted silently; she was as flexible and nimble as a cat and could climb to any height she wanted to go to and get into any room she wanted to go to - even if the gap made everyone who saw it shake their heads.

She didn't know how powerful she was, and how she had the ability to stop worrying about her life.

She naively hoped that her mother, sister or master, a person with multiple identities, could protect her and, at the same time, protect the childish and boring fantasy in her heart - the Elephant Gang, a "family" composed of down-and-out people.

A blessed land with eternal sunshine where there is no need to suffer from wind and snow.

But in reality, the Elephant Gang is not a 'family' at all.

At any given time, there can only be one name:
A gathering place for criminals.

Although she acknowledged her own identity and often joked about it, Roland had never seen her dare to use a sharp blade to cut off any living life.

Her outer shell is that of a lawless and dangerous person, but hidden inside the shell is just an ignorant, foolish child who has not yet grown up.

and so.

When she bathed in blood, she was shocked to find it was hot and fishy.

Such a naive person should have drowned in the mud long ago.

No one is willing to help a loser who never grows up.

Except for the blind.

"Roland."
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Ok?
"I have to remind you."

"With your current level, facing a high-level ritualist is like challenging a hungry brown bear or an enraged lioness on the plains with your bare hands."
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I certainly wouldn't choose the dumbest way.

Roland thought.

The Heymans.

What are these superior people afraid of?

Fear of losing power and that golden thing.

"The little cake is indeed quite pitiful."

"To be honest, I have some memories of Su Yue that may be able to help you - a way to 'punish' these men without having to commit suicide in front of the ritualist."

“But I’m a little hesitant.”

"The method in Su Yue's memory..."
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difficult?

"No, quite the opposite."

"But I don't know whether I should teach you, Roland - because this thing... at least in Su Yue's memory, this thing has killed many people."

Roland said nothing, waiting for the flames to flicker.

moment.

"never mind."

"Anyway... you don't care about other people's lives, right?"

The flames that emerge from thin air condense into characters, depicting stories of hell to the viewers.

"I think that no matter what history it is - as long as there are human beings, this method will always work."

Roland stared at the candlelight and murmured:
Interesting story, Spanner.

A bottomless hole.