The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 305 Ch.304 Because it's cool
Xiandel was waiting outside the stone gate.

It seemed like he had never left from beginning to end.

She held the oil lamp in both hands, her arms hanging in front of her. When Roland pushed the door open, an incomprehensible smile appeared on her face—less than a smile of joy, more like relief.

The nun holding the key disappeared.

She was the only one left.

"A true gentleman would not ask a lady who has been waiting alone outside the door for forty minutes about other women after meeting her."

Roland looked at her quietly.

That perfect face was like a mask that could not be torn off. People knew it was fake but were helpless.

"Are you in danger?" Shandel brushed her hair, walked up to Roland, and wiped his forehead and nose for him: "I see you've been sweating a lot."

"Helen Menzie is very dangerous."

"Oh, really? I forgot to tell you that she is a ritualist. Although she is "sealed", she can still manipulate a certain amount of "secrets" to a limited extent..." Shandel looked calm, as if asking "what did you eat yesterday", and looked at him again: "You look fine."

Roland said nothing, letting her touch his chin and cheeks, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat.

"…You and Rose should get along, Shandel."

A handkerchief.

"what?"

"She prefers 'adventure' and 'excitement' - maybe you can ask her next time." Roland looked at her dimly: "You two will be a good pair."

Shandel clenched his handkerchief and retracted his hand.

"That Vansittart?" The library lady's face was full of reluctance. "You should at least spend some money to find a teacher who has read good books to teach her etiquette. I remember you made a lot of money."

"Just keep Rose the way she likes."

Shandel didn't know whether he responded or not. He sniffed the handkerchief and suddenly looked up and asked, "What about me?"

"What?" Roland was stunned.

"I mean, I also stay... like this?"

At this time, Roland also saw the girl's face clearly in the firelight.

She was sweating too.

There are a few small dewdrops hanging on the tip of the nose.

The tranquil lake was disturbed, but the breathing was as silent and restrained as when gentian blooms.

She seemed to have experienced a long and fierce battle. A fine layer of hair needle dew grew on her slender milky neck. If she took a more rude and obscene deep breath, she could smell a different smell than usual.

Roland thought so.

That’s what I did.

The gray-haired girl's face instantly changed from winter to summer, from the tense midday sun to the lazy sunset.

She tightened the light ring in her hand, as if she was frightened by Roland's sudden "puppy" behavior. With tears in her eyes, she staggered back half a step: "Roland!"

She cried out, realizing what Roland was smelling.

"You are so..."

"Why else would humans have noses?"

"That's not why you do such a dirty thing to a lady." Shandel rolled her eyes at him and adjusted her tightly buttoned collar, even though she was also sweating a lot.

"Honestly, if you trust me, I have a way to keep you cool."

"Roland..."

"look."

"Roland!"

Still couldn't stop it.

The golden-eyed wretch lifted her skirt right in front of him, fanning the layers of fabric like a bird flapping its wings...

There was a whistling sound when it shook.

Shandel: ...

She was suddenly glad that Roland was not a woman, otherwise, his life would definitely be a disaster...

Your own, or someone else's.

"This is much cooler, Shandel, you can try it too." The always respectable library lady wanted to curse for the first time.

try what?
In front of you?

Let the wind blow in...

"We should go, Miss Bird." Since meeting Roland, Shandel has rarely lamented that he has caused trouble to others - if a hyena is with a lion, it doesn't need to say that it is a carnivore.

As Xiandel was thinking, he saw the bird flapping its wings and jumping out to fly...

"Don't worry, I'll just walk properly when I get to where there are people... It's rare for me to wear a skirt, so let me make the most of this unique experience."

Shandel said you can wear it every day at home if you like.

"I wouldn't say I like it, but it's really cool now. Shandel, why don't ladies do this? If you still have to wear those heavy, stuffy long skirts in the summer, this is a good idea..."

Do you think all women are fools?

Shandel laughed angrily: "Don't we know what 'cool' is?"

Except for those with crinolines, ladies in soft skirts usually do this when no one is around - just a few quick, short shakes in some corner, away from the crowd.

Because it's so disgraceful.

The action was indecent, and the smell brought by the wind was also indecent.

No one knows whether they will feel "refreshing" after a long period of socializing.

"…Look, if I pick it up and flip it upwards, does it look like a fan—"

Shandel quickened his pace and caught up with the dishonest golden-eyed bird, and forcefully told him to be quiet and abide by the rules he was supposed to follow - at least don't fan her skirt.

She rarely gets tired.

But today that is 'rarely' the case.

"I also saw a girl in that cell, but she seems to be dead." After a while, when they reached the corridor with people, Roland also restrained his "wings", straightened his waist and abdomen, and walked without shaking his shoulders. He became polite: "... like a puppet."

he whispered.

"The woman's eyes are black."

Shandel whispered back, "...the girl who used to serve me, her name was Mary."

Mary…

Mary again?

Is it the same name as the woman they met at the door when they arrived?
"So, why did the one who served you die in Helen Menzi's cell and become her puppet?"

Shandel said that she was just curious about who was in the cell and asked Mary to go and take a look...

“Who knew she never came out again…”

The girl said this, and with some sadness, she touched her forehead, chest, and shoulders with her fingers, "May her soul be free from pain and enjoy eternal peace in heaven..."

Roland: ...

As time went by, Roland gradually learned how to communicate with Shandel - for example, he didn't ask where the nun with the copper ring key had gone.

Two hundred scars.

Can you survive like this?

"Helen Menzi is about to be executed. I don't think she will last long." Shandel prayed for the dead maid, then forgot about her and talked about the woman in the cell: "They originally wanted to get some secrets out of her."

"Obviously impossible." Roland thought of Helen Menzi, who was pierced by countless spears but could still talk to him about the sect, "Unless she wants to."

Roland didn't ask whether Shandel had been imprisoned here before. Everyone has secrets.

"I'm curious about what kind of sect she founded."

Such a person founded a sect...

What will it be like?
Roland rubbed his wrist subconsciously.

wrist…

Ok?
Is there something missing?

∑(°口°)~! !
Small candles!!

How can I have such a long candle?!

(End of this chapter)