The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 294: The Great Fortress

The sun is setting.

It was still the horizon blurred by the golden-gray arc of light.

Gusts of wind blew across the wilderness.

The hair of two people was swaying.

Rose frolicked in the wilderness like a bird out of a cage, chirping and asking many questions, but she didn't listen to Roland's explanation. She pulled down grass, broke off dead branches in the dense forest, and scooped up water from the lake.

The dead world comes alive with laughter.

"Is this the real sleeping world?"

Tired of playing, the Snitch lay down beside Roland, barely catching his breath. "Is this the world of the little candle? It belongs only to you and it? Am I a guest? You said you built a house here, what is it like?"

"You'll find out later."

Roland sat up.

"Wait a moment?"

Rose also sat up, "How long? For whom?"

Roland pouted.

A shadow with long legs and long arms walked out of the woods, stepping on the moonlight.

Shandel Kratov.

…………

……

Roland did build a house in the Fairy Ring - but to be honest, he was usually very busy and his mission was dangerous, so it was impossible for him to use all the "secrets" here.

So the house is a bit...

"I can recommend you some open-ended courses that may give you a more basic understanding of art." This was all Shandel could say.

She couldn't stop admiring the dream since she came in, and she praised it as highly as Rose did.

until.

She saw the house that Roland 'built'.

——That expression was like looking at a fly landing on jewelry.

"I agree, Kratov, he really can't do this job..." Rose nodded continuously.

She and Shandel didn't have any major conflicts, and it wasn't a matter of liking or disliking each other.

Of course she knew that this woman had feelings for Roland...

Who doesn't?
"You can act freely. As a 'guest', you have such power."

Roland opened the door of the stone house and was greeted by two even more disgusted looks.

"But I remind you - creating something out of thin air requires "secrets". If you suddenly encounter something the next day..."

Chandel and Rose rushed in like the wind before he could finish.

Roland: ...

Shandel: I can't believe you put that mirror next to the fireplace.

Rose: He even built the kitchen next to the toilet.

Shandel: Isn't it enough for a man to have a place to live?
Rose: A place to live and a woman, that's enough.

Shandel: Why is the bed so big? And so exquisite?
Rose: Look what I said.

Shandel: Is this wall just stone? Hasn't he ever been to church?
Rose: I like the big swirl pattern.

Shandel: We can consider it, but we need to discuss the overall style first.

Rose: If we make the closet bigger...why not just build a big dressing room?
Shandel: Many people do this, maybe we can make whatever clothes we like... and it turns out we can. Look, we can also build a staircase that doesn't need support.

Rose: If water could...

Cinderella: You are a lot smarter than I thought, Miss Vansittart.

Rose: You too, Kratov. I thought you only knew the cross.

The two girls teased each other and smiled at each other.

Roland looked down at the small candle.

The little candle also looked at him.

"It seems you don't need me?"

The snake head nodded a few times: "Father, there is indeed something wrong with what you made."

Without waiting for Roland's reply, he went to look for Cinder and Rose...

Roland: ...

You will sleep on the floor from now on.

…………

…It’s clear that the two ladies have high standards.

After working for an hour, they could only build a room where people could stay, rest, drink tea and chat.

Roland took a look and said it was no different from what he had built before.

"It's probably the difference between wearing leaves and wearing a long skirt," Shandel took a sip of tea and found that it could really reproduce the 'taste' of the waking world. He couldn't help but curl his eyes: "The difference is not that big, right?"

Roland spread his hands and said, "Since I told you this secret, will you stop criticizing me?"

Shandel placed the teacup on the tabletop, a glass table supported by a hair-thin column: "What do you call it?"

"what?"

"I mean, the things you built."

"The Great Fortress."

Shandel opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Rose didn't care: "That's not nice, Roland."

Since the two of them entered this dream, it was as if a switch was flipped on them. They became extremely talkative, chattering endlessly like close friends of longtime.

Roland originally just wanted to use this place as a base for the night.

"What are your plans?"

Shandel suddenly asked a strange question.

Roland tilted his head: "Planning?"

"Many small sects... No, as far as I know, the Holy Cross does not have such power - the church does have dreams that exist in the sleep world, but it cannot be said to have such control..."

"You've been to Jindao, so you should know the 'rules' of Jindao."

"But until now, those who actually control the Golden Island don't know how to 'really' change the 'rules' - they are just 'temporary holders'."

"Master a dream."

"Do you know what this means?"

Shandel tapped the rim of the porcelain cup.

Soon, under the gaze of the three people, it became wider and taller and turned into a small wooden wine barrel.

"It means your 'guests' can enjoy an absolutely safe, comfortable and free space to communicate freely... a safe haven."

“It’s not limited by distance, it’s not limited by the rules of the waking world.”

"In this small group, we get together after dark to exchange and discuss knowledge..."

"We can even participate in creation ourselves, using our own fantasies, even if they don't conform to the rules of the waking world - this is amazing, isn't it?"

“Mystery is what really attracts people.”

“A dream that fulfills fantasy.”

Shandel stared at Roland, as if trying to read something from his face: "How do you plan to use this dream, Roland? Or... the White Veil Killer?"

Rose stood up suddenly and touched her waist.

——But she forgot that she couldn’t bring anything in.

She stood in front of Roland, staring at the unresponsive gray-haired girl warily, and a short knife formed in her hand.

Shandel narrowed his eyes. "The fact that I was invited here by Roland proves that I already knew the secret... Lillian Rose Vansittart."

"Your friendship is really wonderful," Roland smiled, pulled Rose's sleeve, and turned to Shandel: "I do want to establish a... secret society. With like-minded friends..."

Like-minded?

Shandel fluttered his eyelashes, held his chin with his hand, and looked innocent: "This word is not very good. It reminds me of a cult organization like the Cradle of Flesh and Blood - they all say that..."

Roland also responded with a harmless "naivety": "It's just a small organization or sect that helps each other..."

"…Xindel, are you involved?"

Xiandel didn't rush to answer. He first glanced at the curly-haired girl with a serious and alert expression, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Roland Collins.

and…

His hound.

"I have no interest in exchanging knowledge, Roland." She said slowly, "There are too many secret gatherings and too many inferior ritualists. I come from the church, and I don't lack what they desire."

Shandel looked at Roland as if he was looking for a needle in the ocean.

"But I'm very interested in the White Veil Killer."

"I'm interested in an executive who raises xenomorphs..."

she says.

"But you obviously haven't figured out what you want yet."

(End of this chapter)