The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 354 Ch.353 Full of flaws
Boom——

The string is hooked by the index finger, pulled into a long bow and then released.

The low humming sound was banging around in the guitar case.

The main colors of the room are wine red and ivory yellow, and a leopard skin rug is draped over the amber-inlaid low table.

Some glass glasses and jugs, a half-full bottle of whiskey.

A low table with octagonal conical legs and wallpaper in ivory and burgundy.

Although everyone living in London will tell you that home decoration is up to you, no one would use cheap machine-woven fabric if they could cover the table with leopard skin.

The fireplace in this room is made of granite and has a carved black cast iron door.

Some ferns.

The chandelier that never changes.

A fan of classics.

The master of money.

Louis Heyman's room - his own separate residence, his own room in the Iraet Art Society.

The one who was surprised today was not Roland who had attended a few classes, but Miss Cake who followed curiously in her busy schedule - she was indeed dressed like a cake today and couldn't even sit on a chair with a backrest.

"Is this the piano you learned...what kind of piano?"

The girl with the bob haircut held the wooden box and swept her fingers across the six strings of different thicknesses, making a noisy and confusing noise.

"Actually, Louis suggested that I learn piano." After taking a break, Roland leaned back into the curve of the sofa and yawned, "But I'm blind, how can I have the time to identify the black and white keys one by one."

"I think you're just lazy, Mr. Collins. You've been lazy lately. Since the preparation of the Fountain of Youth, it's been Randolph and I who have been running around..."

Rose stared with her green eyes and twitched her slightly upturned nose. She always felt that there was a stale and rotten smell in the room.

Or musty.

"I am the most important link, Miss Vansittart. Without me, there would be no 'Fountain of Youth'." Roland held his head lazily, a strand of black hair hanging from his face, staring silently at the girl holding the harp.

Rose turned her face away slightly and swept her hands around a few times.

"…but you leave all the work to Randolph."

"He's suitable." Roland smiled and said, "You have to give shareholders something to do."

Rose put the piano down on the carpet and leaned it against the corner of the table. She was a little helpless with this gentleman - at first, why didn't she realize that he was an animal lazier than a well-fed cat?
If someone like him were in the Elephant Gang, he would definitely not have enough food to eat and would suffer from cold and hunger.

"With a face like yours, do you know what you'll be assigned to do in the Elephant Gang?" Rose raised her chin.

"I shall never go hungry while I know Miss Vansittart."

Rose rolled her eyes. "I'm telling you, you better be careful."

"what?"

"We gave the formula to the merchant. What if he abandons us?"

Roland still leaned his head, still looking lazy: "...kidnapped his sister?"

Rose laughed angrily: "Good idea, Collins. When the time comes, I will sell her and you to Notty's Golden Lamp and make you two slaves."

Although the three of them had done something "big" worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, it was clear that Rose still did not trust Randolph Taylor enough - compared to Roland, Randolph Taylor's identity was not enough to reassure her.

Although, she quite liked his sister.

Beatrice Taylor.

Silly girl.

"I like her very much."

"You like everything that's dumber than you."

Rose puffed out her chest, not wanting to be outdone: "So, you're saying Beatrice is stupid?"

Roland began to snore.

"Roland Collins."

He rubbed his head against the sofa and opened one of his golden eyes: "…You shouldn't have come here with me, Rose."

Louis Hyman wanted him to learn an instrument.

To have him - 'be like him'.

But this man is Heyman.

And Anne Vansittart…

Therefore, Roland didn't really want Rose to meet him.

"You don't need to worry about me." Rose rubbed her nose. The smell in the room made her feel a little uncomfortable. "I am Lilith from the Elephant Gang. If the gang still exists, I would probably be the third-generation leader. You don't need to worry about me."

The other golden eye also opened.

A sleepy lion is still a lion.

Rose didn't like being stared at like this by Roland, as it always made her feel ashamed - the kind of shame that comes from never being willing to be inferior to someone else in her life, only to find out in the end that it was because she had never seen a giant.

She didn't dare look into those burning golden eyes that seemed to burn into her heart.

"...I am your friend, your teammate, your mentor..." The voice softened a bit: "...disciple, but I am not your servant."

"You can't order me around."

to be frank.

Roland just didn't want to see the decay rain falling from those emerald eyes again.

Being away from the Heymans' house at least allowed her to know that the sun was still hot.

She slowly leaned forward and said in a very low voice: "...I will not be trapped in hatred, Roland. But I promise you, if one day I have such ability, no one can stop me."

She shook her fist viciously.

Now, she is not Lillian from the Elephant Gang.

She is a first-ring ritualist, with greater strength and quicker reactions than her previous self, and the ability to sense the existence of "secrets" - once she reaches the second ring of "gold", she will be able to identify a small number of valuable items with her naked eyes, bringing profit to the sect, and at the same time, her words will have extraordinary inducing power.

Arrived at the Third Ring Road...

The "evil party" is quite different.

The villains will be able to seize a certain item within a certain period of time, and will also gain the first "Mystic Organ-like" ability: Golden Vision.

Her future is full of hope.

Just live.

Sooner or later, she would hang each member of the Heyman family on the street lamps one by one.

Although she didn't know what cat and mouse game Louis Heyman was playing - but as long as she didn't die, one day...

There will always be a day like that.

"Honestly, it would be better if you could come up with your own unique ideas. I think only people from Chloe's family deserve to be hung on street lamps."

The sudden remark made the curly-haired girl laugh out loud.

She narrowed her green eyes, bit the tip of her lace glove, and said with a hint of anger: "When will you play a song for me?"

"Wait till I learn it."

"When will you learn it?"

"tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

"next year."

"You just said 'tomorrow'."

Roland brushed his cuffs, stood up from the sofa, and buttoned up his suit: "Rose."

"Ok?"

"My uncle said that women have to protect men's dignity outside."

Rose also stood up, stepped forward and patted Roland's hand away, helped him straighten his coat, took the cloak from the hanger and wrapped it around him: "You are not my husband, nor my lover."

Roland nodded: "You are right."

Rose: ...

Not even a breath came up.

He angrily unbuttoned all the buttons of his high-collar shirt, turned around, picked up the glass bottle on the octagonal table, and drank the whiskey in it in one gulp - he wiped his mouth rather roughly, turned back and glared at the man who was looking at him in a daze.

“I always feel like there’s a musty smell.”

"Yeah, so I will never touch the food and..." Roland's eyes moved slightly: "...and drinks in this room."

Rose: ...

This, this... is a lazy, mean, vicious, and filthy guy who is full of shortcomings and is not my lover!
(End of this chapter)