The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 292 Ch.291 Poet (Thanks to the leader of Ma Ta Cang Feng)
The Inquisition had no mission in Bristol and could leave early - although various sects were sending people to Bristol.

But they don’t have to join in the fun.

"Can you, Fernandez?"

The man was too lazy to pay attention to the golden-eyed one... Fernandez didn't want to describe Roland in a bad way, but he really didn't do anything in the past two days.

For example, she stayed in his ward all day long to ask about his health.

Ask him if he wants to eat an apple.

Fernandez said eat, and Roland washed it for him.

Wash and cut into pieces.

Chat with him while cutting.

We started eating while chatting.

Fernandez: ...

He was now somewhat suspicious, wondering if it was Cinder Kratov who had led Roland astray, or if these two were a perfect match...

Isn't it a bit overestimating his ability for Lady Enid to ask him to be the captain?
In short, Fernandez was thinking of recovering quickly and getting up early to kill Roland, so he was able to sit up from the bed quickly, turn over, and then walk a few steps on the ground with the help of someone.

And by the time Enid decided to leave Bristol by train, he was able to chase Roland around the wards on crutches.

A lame man with clumsy legs and a blind man who cannot see.

The Tribunal is full of geniuses.

They were escorted to the station by the Holy Cross faithful and took the first train out of Bristol in the afternoon.

The next morning, Roland returned to the familiar place.

The city of London remained the same.

Cold, damp and foggy.

Recently, the Fernandez team has been on vacation - the captain is recovering from an injury, and Shandel Kratov and Roland Collins are preparing for their ring-raising ceremony.

Roland is still one step away.

“Why not go to Golden Island?”

After sending Fernandez off, there were only two people left in the carriage.

"As long as you have enough secrets, knowledge or money, the Island of No Lies will definitely satisfy your needs."

Roland said he had been there, but something went wrong.

Shandel looked suspicious: "You won't kill anyone, right? You won't do that on Golden Island...right?"

Roland shook his head and did not answer the question: "I have always had a question, Xiandel. Do ritualists trade rare items on the Golden Island?"

Shandel: "Of course?"

"How to do it?"

You know, the ritualist can take things out of the dream, but cannot bring things into it - that is to say, the Island of No Lies can trade "intangible" things such as knowledge and rituals, but cannot actually exchange "tangible" things.

For example, strange objects and ritual materials.

"That place is just a fake salon, Roland. Smart people will find a suitable organization to join in it - a temporary organization that is convenient for them to trade and safe and secure."

She held her chin and looked out the window.

"But there is no such thing as 'absolute safety' in this world. If the ritualists are afraid, there is no need for them to go to the Golden Island."

Shandel said.

In fact, ritualists rarely do such things, unless the benefits are great enough to make people take risks - otherwise, in most cases, everyone still maintains relative "friendliness" and "decency".

Forget about the Golden Island, it’s a dreamland with masks and a black lake where no one knows each other’s identity.

But the world is different when you wake up.

You don't know the trader's background or what he hides under his cloak.

It is very irrational to make enemies rashly.

"Unless someone can hide himself perfectly and leave no trace."

He glanced at Roland.

"For example, the White Veil Killer..."

The infamous killer of Lady Chloe seems to have truly vanished - the Inspectorate detectives can find no clues, and even the consultants (superiors of the detectives) involved in the investigation are at a loss as to what to do.

"But he has to be careful."

"Once you are targeted by Gao Huan, you will never be able to escape... He should have seen it before, in Bristol."

Roland lowered his head and rubbed the cold scales on his wrist: "So."

Shandel: "So..."

The slender creature awoke from Roland's wrist and slid silently over his legs, the seat, and his other leg.

Climbed up her forearm.

Shandel looked at the small candle and then at Roland.

Then the fangs pierced his wrist.

Two shallow tooth marks were left behind.

"Go to bed early tonight, Shandel." Roland smiled at her, opened the curtains, and rang the bell: "See you in my dreams."

…………

……

There were few customers in the pharmacy in the early morning. The door was closed and the windows on both sides were slightly opened.

Roland was carrying a lot of bags, and could hear the out-of-tune singing in the house as he passed by.
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Uncle has gained weight again.

Roland squinted like a thief and watched through the crack as he bent his butt to sweep the floor, singing as he swept, and from time to time he would pinch a French fry that had been in the oil paper for who knows how long and put it in his mouth...

Roland watched him from the window as he finished the song, then put down his broom and picked up the torn poetry book from the medicine cabinet.

"Ah! My Jones!"

Roland: ...

wrench:……

The loud and sorrowful voice sounded like a warrior in a stage play who was on the verge of death but still cherished his lover.

"I shouldn't wake up now."
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I shouldn't have come back now.

"My Jones! How I wish I could call your name, softly, lovingly, silently between my lips..."

Roland: ...

"I am impatient and stingy, but I am generous and gentle only to you!"

“I am like a rose in the desert.”

"I wait for the rain..."

"But I was too timid to open my mouth..."

"Not yet."

Roland held back his laughter and felt his cheeks gradually swelling up like a balloon.

The person in the room seemed a little dissatisfied with his own voice. He coughed a few times and repeated the sentence, repeatedly adjusting the tone and every ups and downs of his voice.

"My Yam Jones!"

"Beautiful eyes! The waves in the eyes! The love in the waves!"

"If you don't knock on the door and interrupt him, I will die with you."

Roland carried a few pieces of luggage in one hand, leaving the other hand free, and pressed down his sore cheeks and pinched them into a duck's mouth.
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To be honest, my uncle read very well.

"Who are you competing with?"

"The horse in front of the car that just brought you back?"

knock knock.

The art in the room came to a halt.

"uncle."

Roland shouted, "I'm back."

He heard the creaking of tables and chairs being moved, and the clattering of some bottles and drawers.

Ping ping ping pong.

Finally, there was the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer.

soon.

The door was opened.

Old Collins was in better spirits than before Roland left London—he could still pretend to be calm and observe Roland's expression, trying to tell from his face whether he had just been exposed.

"What's wrong uncle?"

"You," Old Collins scratched his head and took the boxes from him, "I mean, you didn't look around?"

"Where to turn?"

"around."

"Around where?"

Old Collins glanced at him and said nothing.

He took off his shoes, coat and hat.

There was a fire in the house.

The old poet, who had just put away a few boxes, turned around and saw someone with his eyes closed and arms open, laughing rudely.

"What?"

"A homecoming hug, uncle. I made it back alive."

Old Collins would not express his feelings in such a 'shameful' way, but he was indeed worried about Roland.

I wanted to ask him what he had been through, whether he had been in danger these days, and whether he had been injured - but when I saw his open arms, the words on my lips changed.

"I accidentally cut off my arm while cutting some medicine recently."

Roland pouted.

"Alright, what danger are you in? You haven't lost your hands or feet. Why do you need me to comfort you?" He walked over and patted Roland on the back of his head. He glanced up and down at him and said in a lighter voice, "…The store has been doing good business recently. What would you like to eat for lunch?"

Roland rubbed his eyes, looking puzzled: "I originally wanted to...eat beef pie, uncle."

Old Collins was about to say yes, but he heard another sentence:
"But I was too timid to open my mouth."

Old Collins: ...

It's all fucked up.

(End of this chapter)