The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 316 Ch.315 It's all your fault
If you are someone who knows enough about perfume, you should know that "Fountain of Youth" has an irresistible crushing power over the perfumes currently on the market.

This would make the Fountain of Youth suddenly become a must-have item for every gentleman and lady in London's upper class circles.

It will make a lot of money.

If holy water is added.

Then the executives will live a prosperous life.

wrench.

That's what you planned, right?
"Always, always buy holy water from the Inquisition."

"Then, some of the executive officers will benefit from this, and their relationship with you and the Fountain of Youth will become closer."

"With time."

"If you have a bigger 'ideal', you can even give the big bat some shares, and 'reward' the executives who sold holy water during the annual dividend distribution. Believe me, as long as you grow bigger, more executives will surround you."

"They won't allow anyone to touch the Fountain of Youth, nor will they allow anyone to harm you. The next collaborator won't just buy holy water from the Inquisition."

"That way, you'll have more fans, and then—"
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Then Enid Jutia tore his head off.

"There is a necessary prerequisite: the top leader is your relative, or your bootlicker."
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This is too ugly to hear.

"It's your relative, or your not-so-bad-sounding lickspittle."

Roland: ...
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Then Enid is my relative.

"Whatever, you know what I mean."

The young man couldn't help laughing while talking to the fire in his eyes.

Licking, and dogs?

This word is so... vivid.

Dogs do seem to like to use licking to express excitement and pleasure.
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How did you come up with this? Is it Miss Nina's memory again?
"uh-huh."
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But not Enid.
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She's more like a...
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Proud eagle?

"If you can tell me what happened during that blank period in the ward in Bristol, I'll admit she's the Eagle."
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Why do I have to ask you to admit it?

"Oh my god, what happened? I'm dying of curiosity."
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Not telling you.

"..."

"Then you can't block me for a while."
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It depends?
"Roland Collins!"

"Why do humans hide from others after they have a spouse?"

“Some actions are worth showing off.”
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I don't know what you mean by 'some behavior'.

"…You've grown up."

"It's not fun anymore."

"Roland."
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Ok?
"Would you bite her on the back of the neck?"
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Sorry, bite...what? -
Rear…

The young man in the carriage was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered the behavior of some animals that he had accidentally seen...
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wrench.

Flame was a little annoyed by the failed assault.

"Tsk, it seems that we are not yet *matched"

Roland: ...

Roland always felt strange about the wrench's tireless exploration of his privacy - it encouraged him, guided him, and made him become more...

how to say.
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Make me more like a beast?

Flame didn't deny it.

Perhaps there is no secret between it and Roland at this point.

"It's wild, Roland."

"I'm trying to release the beast in you."
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There is probably only a rabbit wearing a top hat in my mind.

Roland thought as he smiled and waved to the animals on the roadside.

"A rabbit with a mouth full of shark teeth?"

…………

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The Inquisition remains in decline.

At least from the outside, it does not give citizens "hope" like a church.

Enid was still curled up in her office, and even though Roland was there more than before, she didn't seem to come out often to interact with the executives or anyone else - it was really like a bat cave.

When Roland was allowed in, she was 'building a tower' on her desk: using some baked cookies, she arranged them into a conical tower. "I thought you would come to see me next month, Roland."

"Next month, I will only get a transfer letter."

"I will never let you leave my side."

“We always think alike.”

She lifted the blanket, revealing her indoor skirt with a light green branch pattern, and the delicacy that had been hidden for years was now displayed to only one person.

The woman's face flushed, she lifted her hair, and her lips, which had been stretched into a straight line, slightly curled up because of someone's arrival - just like the toes celebrating under her table, the 'old woman' also has a girl's heart.

"I just made some cookies, Roland."

"I guess it took repeated practice to come up with a box of 'barely edible' ones, and then I took them to the office and waited for my lover so much that I got bored and started building a spire with them."

Roland: ...

"I guess I'm not late?"

Roland put down his cane as naturally as if he was coming home, took the teacup she handed him, and kissed the back of her hand.

"Why didn't you come with your little teammates?"

"Enid…?"

"I think she likes to pester you." The brown-haired and brown-eyed woman stared at Roland, not hiding the smile in her eyes: "I don't mind what happens between you and her, but you have to be prepared to find a doctor."

Roland: ...

"Xandel and I just—"

"Just what?" Enid folded her arms, pressed them on the table, and leaned towards Roland. Her focused expression was somewhat similar to that of Rose who had just started to learn to write. "Just, a 'friend' who exchanges 'feelings'?"

Roland blinked and said nothing.

"I don't mind. I really don't mind." She repeated it twice. After seeing through someone's forced calm expression, a smile appeared at the end of her upturned eyes: "The name "Kratov" is worth tearing apart. Perhaps, you can be even more violent."

"But I have to warn you."

"Some animals need to wear collars and be alert at all times."

She picked up a pale yellow biscuit with rough patterns on it and fed it to Roland.

"Xander Kratov is unstable. She is different from her grandfather, Gary Kratov - she has better "talents"... No, I should say that before you, I have rarely seen ritualists with such excellent talents."

"You're trying to dance with a bomb."

Roland took small bites of the biscuit.

Crisp butter cookies.

"Who put this bomb next to me?"

"It's me." Enid took her hand back, put the remaining half into her mouth, and sucked her finger: "I just put the right person in the right position."

Both Shandel Kratov and Fernandez de Vinson are promising ritualists.

They will be Roland's best men.

"I don't mind." She really didn't mind—she even thought that maybe Roland's approach was right.

Some people have little control over it.

Unless you have a way to make them willingly be controlled.

Not only did she not mind, but she was a little...

pride?

Her... Roland, is the best.

The madman in the Kratov family probably thinks so too.

Looking at Enid who was in a trance, Roland followed her example, holding his arms down and slowly approaching...

"Enid."

"…Um?"

Perhaps the woman meditating in the firelight was too charming, causing a young man whose body was "abnormally active" after a blood transfusion to mutter an embarrassing word that he absolutely, absolutely did not intend to say:
"Bite the back of the neck..."

Enid: ?

Roland: ...

The two of them fell silent at the same time.
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It's all your fault! !
(End of this chapter)