The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 308: Little Candle's New Friend

Erendira.

This red-haired woman wanted to be my friend.

I am a different species.

The famous...

It's a different species anyway.

How can aliens be friends with humans?

Except for my father, all other humans are - oh, my father can't be considered a human, right?

Recently, he has a bit of an alien "smell"...

Hey hey hey.

'I don't make friends with people.'

The snake raised its head arrogantly.

But when she found that the gold had dimmed and was staring at her...

Well.

At least she has the same eyes as her father...

And washed me...

It's up to her to leave.

'All right. ’

The snake's head dropped slightly by a few degrees.

'Okay.' She said, 'I can only be your friend for a while. When I grow up a few years, I won't be your friend anymore.'

She should make it clear in advance to save trouble later.

She has always been so decisive, calm, meticulous and clear.

"For a while." She flicked her tail, and the rose-red bow was faintly visible: "... for a short while."

Erendira still had no expression, but from her actions it could be seen that she was indeed very happy - she stretched out her index finger and touched the snake's tail.

"I'm Erendira, you're Candle, we're friends now."

After he finished speaking, the room seemed to become much quieter.

Her pair of yellow sandy eyes and two small red beans looked at each other.

Breathe in, breathe out.

"So, what should friends do?" She hesitated, fearing that after eating the thick film on the milk, she would find that the milk underneath the film was not tasty. "There's always something fun to do, right?"

“Friends are fun.”

I don’t know whether I am trying to convince myself or comfort the other person.

The little candle brushed its tail impatiently, and felt that it had to change its impression of this woman - at first it was thought that she was a smartass, but now...

Just a half-decent face?
"Then I will tell you about my father's great deeds..."

Erendira is obviously not interested in this 'father in the story' whom she has never met and will never meet in the future - but she believes that if they are friends, they must accept everything about each other...

At least you should listen to the story carefully, right?

"Okay." She responded softly, pushing the wheels and moving herself next to the small candle. She found a suitable position, folded her arms on the table, and rested her chin on it. "I'm ready."

What is there to prepare for?
The snake's head waved.

'It was late one night...'

In fact, Little Candle was born not long ago and didn’t know much about his father - but every night, before going to bed with his father, they would chat for ten minutes.

Soon, day by day, she understood what her father had been through.

From encountering zombies when arriving in London, confronting cultists at the banquet, fighting in dreams, to the "collapse" of Bristol.

Countless dangers.

She adores her father so much!
How could anyone not adore him?

Red-haired female with missing legs!
I am a talkative snake!
The sounds of hehe and haha ​​rang out in the house again.

But to outsiders, it just sounds like "hiss hiss".

…………

……

For a girl who has never seen the world, is fragile, delicate and always protected, what kind of protagonist can attract her?
A protagonist who walks alone in the night, has a tragic past, but still perseveres and strives to live - instead of having fits from time to time, dancing barefoot, digging someone's body out of the grave and hanging it on the street lamp with a carrot...

Little Candle selectively told a story about being attacked by zombies.

This was enough to make Erendira feel pity and admiration.

"He is so awesome..."

Talk about Roland Collins using a cane, about Roland Collins encountering zombies, about the irresponsible, hateful detective who gave him an empty gun -

Of Roland Collins, saving the day and stumbling off into the night…

Erendira had no expression throughout the whole process, whether sad or happy, nervous or anxious - she just stared blankly at the snake, watching it straighten and bend, bounce on the table, and swing its tail left and right...

But when the story ended and Roland Collins walked away with his cane, she breathed a sigh of relief.

——The whole person relaxes as he exhales.

An attack and a story of ups and downs attract the girl in the wheelchair.

Her features softened a lot.

"This is different from many of the ones I've read." Erendira looked at the book on the table - as a friend, Little Candle shared a story with her, and she wanted to give one in return.

"Want me to read it to you?"

The little snake head nodded helplessly.

Erendira coughed twice, straightened her back, and carefully opened the book. It was a small book she treasured, with many crooked words written on it - not written by her, but left by Lila.

“…God ​​loves us.”

Her eyes were a little cold and her face was expressionless, but her voice imitated the ups and downs of a small candle, trying to recreate the story of a lonely boy walking alone in the dark night.

Unfortunately.

God's love cannot arouse the curiosity of an alien species.

"We must dedicate our bodies and souls to God." She also imitated the noble and pious chanting style that Hannah taught her every day, and told her sleepy friend at the table: "He knows everything. If something happens on earth, He knows it."

“He, give us commands.”

"Whoever is thirsty, come to me and drink. Whoever believes in Him comes to an inexhaustible spring of living water..."

She talked about the resurrected knight, the pious and immortal elect, the one who exchanged red bean soup for the birthright, and the 'bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh' in Eden.

It was not until the story of Adam that the little candle finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She really didn't like listening to these crappy stories and was naturally averse to them.

'That's a lot of ribs.'

Erendira paused and asked, What ribs?
"One rib can create one, so why Adam and Eve?" The little candle said disdainfully: "It should be Adam and Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve..."

'Humans have a lot of ribs.'

Erendira opened her mouth but couldn't refute what Little Candle said. In the end, she could only say that those were the thoughts of the gods. How could mortals understand the thoughts of the gods?
The snake shook its head: "Dry story, I'm leaving..."

Erendira blinked: "If, tell me another story about Collins..."

You can hear the reluctance in his words.

It's not impossible, but Xiao Candle knows that she can't stay here for too long. She has to find a way to get back to her father's wrist...

"I can help you."

"Of course you have to help me. I even told you a story."

"Next time, tell me more?" She pinched the sides of the notebook with both hands, leaving finger marks: "The story about Collins..."

"We won't meet again." Candle brushed her tail, not feeling happy.

For the first time, the first time without her father, she made friends.

You don't need anybody's help.

She has grown up.

Just do it yourself.

but…

'If you can find a way to stop me from walking in that stinky pipe...' She wouldn't take anyone into her dreams without her father's permission.

Even though she was making friends, she didn't want to go into that stinking pipe again...

Erendira thought for a moment, then lowered her hands to grip the wheel.

Crunch, crunch...

She carried herself to a cupboard.

"later."

'what? '

"Behind is——"

The white snake slid from the table to the ground and crawled into the back of the cabinet.

'Hey, there's a hole here... Mouse! Die!'

Click.

The sound of bones breaking.

Then, there was a long swallowing sound...

About ten minutes later, the little candle, who had eaten and drunk enough, poked his head out from behind the cupboard again: "There is a mouse in your room. As a friend, I will help you get rid of it——"

Erendira nodded: "It's Mr. Lawrence."

Small Candle: ...

'what? '

"Mr. Lawrence, the gentleman who moved in last week but didn't talk to me...you told me."

How can such a lowly creature compare to me?

The little candle shook its tail and warned: "Don't tell anyone about me."

Erendira said the same thing: "Don't tell anyone about me."

'Why? ’

Erendira suddenly smiled softly, as vivid as a bunch of blooming roses: "I don't know, but..."

The little candle thought for a moment and said, then you can't tell anyone about me.

"…friend?"

'friend.'

"This hole will go to Hannah's room."

The little candle looked back at the cave entrance, "I'm usually very busy, and my father can't do without me. So, I can only come to see you when I'm free..."

Erendira looked at her seriously: "You and your father are both amazing."

"Of course..."

The little candle held its head high.

Finally, someone other than my father understands how great I am.

(End of this chapter)