The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 329: Chaos

Chapter 329: Chaos
"So, that's what you call good stuff."

Roland sat upright and stared at the flames that formed a picture in front of him.

Two humans whose faces could not be seen clearly but whose genders could be identified from their body shapes.

It was indeed a man and a woman.

Two people are holding hands and looking at each other.

then…

Then the lyrics came out.

"The flowers blooming in the spring take away the sadness of winter..."

Roland: ...

It's really 'singing'.

"What else do you think it is?"
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I thought it was singing.

“Hahahahahahahaha—”

This time the wrench is the better choice.

It let Roland eat all the meat before fulfilling its "promise".

"I never lie, Roland."
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I was ready to starve myself.

"oops…"

"If you are always angry, you will age quickly."
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I am not angry.

"You get old faster even if you don't get angry."
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Do you want to die?

"whee."

This 'hehe' always gave Roland a sense of déjà vu.

"Isn't this something you do all the time?" His shoulders sank.

A blurry face leaned forward dishonestly, then sat up again, twisting and turning on the mattress: "You really shouldn't name anything, it's too ugly!"

Nina Collins smiled and pressed the bed, raising her hand to push Roland's loose black hair behind her ears.

She suddenly moved closer, almost touching Roland's nose.

"Looking at those unhealthy things affects your development, Roland."

Roland stepped back.

"I didn't see anything."

"Oh, really. I've got some goodies for your little 'wrench.'"

Roland blinked: "It won't show me."

"Look, you still want to see it!"

"I just want to know more about you."

The girl snorted, jumped off the bed, went to the window and hugged another hazy shadow.

"This is the man you're targeting. Look, he's turned bad!"

"Roland is just like any other man, Nina. He's old enough to understand these things." Cherry shook her arms, but found that she was being held tightly. She said helplessly, "Someone has to teach him, right? We can't do that."

"Why can't we?" Nina retorted.

However, Cherry didn't answer and just looked at her quietly.

After a while.

"…We can't." Nina was frustrated, but only for a second. The lively girl loosened one hand and clenched her fist towards Roland, "Stay away from that older woman! You can't give her all your virginity, can you?!"

"Is it fair to Beatrice?!"

Roland sat on the bed in his pajamas, his arm resting on the bedside table, his face teasing, "So you like Beatrice."

"That child is so pitiful! Can't you see that she likes you? Stop pretending..."

Roland said nothing and looked at Cherry.

The graceful and gentle lady pursed her lips slightly and shook her head: "You can't be with that fool. The Taylor family can't afford the corresponding price. Right now, the best choice is Cinder Kratov - her last name is much more noble than Taylor's."

"Her grandfather is a bishop, and he can give you more support in your career and status."

“Better than Taylor.”

"Roland, if you want to get married, choose Cinder Kratov..."

Nina Collins was fed up: "That scheming bitch?" She turned her head away and said: "This woman is crazy. Do you know scissors? Snap, snap, she might..."

"Nina." Cherry frowned.

"…She's not a good choice anyway."

"Beatrice Taylor is a fool. Are you going to let Roland take care of the children all day after marriage? What about his reputation? Who will deal with him in the future?"

"What's the point of reputation? All it takes is a strong fist..."

"Nina."

"The Tea King is not a good choice anyway. He just sits here playing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio all day long..."

Roland propped up his chin and watched with a smile as two different supporters argued with each other.

This is a fantasy.

But they exist forever.

"Roland."
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Ok?
"Now that we've decided, let's get started." There was a wooden box on the bedside table.

That was what Randolph Taylor gave him after the day was over.

Magical items.
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Is it too high a price to pay just to keep an eye on Victor Sala?

"Merchants never lose money, Roland, believe me."

"If you don't believe me, ask your Su Yue... Is she still there?"
-
in.

The two ladies at the window were still arguing: one supported Beatrice, the other supported Chandel.

No one mentioned Enid.

Poor judge.

"…This symptom will become more and more serious as the level increases. Roland, you've thought it through, right?"

Roland said nothing and opened the lid of the box.

There was a spoon inside.

A smooth, silver spoon.

When Roland picked it up, the shaking curtains, like a bullfighter's blackjack, angered a series of roaring gusts of wind.

They rushed in, broke through the curtains, killed the tiny candle flames, and their horns pulled apart the tied black hair.

A thin layer of white gauze covered the black-haired young man.

The fire in his heart burns warmly, keeping his soul eternally spring in the cold winter.

'Turn the rolling boulders into balloons, and the trumpets into morning glories.'

The phantoms of Nina and Cherry gradually faded.

The small candle slid down from the father's wrist, and two red eyes quietly looked at the candidate waiting for thunder in the invisible storm.

He seemed to have seen something.

He took out a fishing net and caught the elephants flying in the air;
The giraffe becomes the snake's uncle and they fight over a piece of cake;
The rain of shells turned into balloons with tails. Instead of falling on the faces of the terrified, they playfully streaked across their faces and then rose into the sky.
Birds flapped their wings and scattered sugar and salt, so that those who were thirsty for ice and snow on earth could taste them endlessly;
The captain in a dark blue woolen coat bowed to the passengers, fastened his golden double-breasted coat, stepped on the deck, and waved his arms: Let's sail!

This world is absurd enough.

that…

What is reality?

'I think so.'

The young man in the storm opened his golden eyes.

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Name: Chaos
Type: Fantasy Road (Second Ring)
[Description]: I am a dancer in the mist, and I am also the mist embraced by the dancer in the mist.

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Mapping:

Focus your attention and manifest imagined objects or phenomena in the waking world.

Manifestation requires a certain degree of concentration and consumes a large amount of "secret".