The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 356: The Hound Shaking Its Head

So far.

Roland had only come into contact with one thing related to the 'mystery box'.

"Delis's Challenger Puzzle Box".

He didn't know if the 'box' the man described was the same as the one he had used before, but Roland thought it was necessary to check.

"Are you interested in that...box?"

On the way back, the sharp-eyed female thief hit the nail on the head.

"How do you know?" Roland was surprised.

"You wouldn't be interested in that pointy-chinned woman." Rose showed disdain for the first time: "She's not even as pretty as my toes."

"I haven't seen your toes."

“…Roland!”

This bad thing.

Rose muttered something, then swayed away from the music hall on her soft whalebone, and greeted each waiter with her head held high.

This is what upper-class people do.

"A lady of high rank doesn't greet waiters, Rose."

"I'm a nice, classy lady."

"Give me back my wallet."

"You'll never find it again."

The two of them, like two old turtles without shells, slowly left the Elaite Art Association. As they got farther and farther away from the iron gate, they arrived at the street where the cold wind blew through their hair.

Rose dared to tilt her neck and stretch.

She is so tired.

"Freedom is so precious that I wouldn't be willing to be a lady for a million pounds."

Roland helped her put on the scarf, tied it twice at the side collar, and gently tugged it: "No one will give you so much money, except me."

"So, how about I help you steal that broken box?" The green-eyed thief was eager to try and begged, "My good master, let me steal it!"

She likes this.

"I have to ask around first."

"What are you asking about?"

"How troublesome it is." Roland raised his cane, opened the carriage door, and stretched out his hand to block the carriage frame for Rose: "For example, will there be dangers that we can't deal with...Xandel can't help you recently."

The girl adjusted her skirt a few times and lowered her head to get into the car.

"How can she help?"

She pulled out a small stool from under the hard seat of the carriage and stuffed it into her skirt and sat down obediently, saying, "She can do nothing but look down on this and that all day long."

Roland grabbed the handrail, pulled himself into the carriage, and turned around to shut the wind out of the door.

"I see you've got a lot of complaints about us lately, Miss Vansittart." Roland unbuttoned his coat, loosened his cloak, put down his cane and sat down across from her. "You say she's no help, and I'm just too lazy - how about you take the lead?"

"Miss Leader."

Rose tilted her neck back, squinted her green eyes, and continued, "If it were me, I would have known the name of 'The Winged One' long ago!"

She put her fist to her lips and said in a rough voice:
"The winged ones of the tea party greet you all!"

"This time, our target is the largest bank in London!"

She made a curtain call gesture like an actor, with a huge slogan on her head.

"Big fool."

Roland laughed and said, "That's not the sound of me speaking."

Rose rolled her eyes at him: "Yes, yes, that's not you. Let me tell you, if it were you, things would become: 'Everyone! This time our target is - the pants of the most beautiful lady in London!'"

Roland: ...

"Lady, Rose, dear Lillian, elegant Vansittart. Lady."

"Fuck the lady." Rose gritted her teeth: "I'm so tired of that perfume shop! It's boring, facing the same face all day long, doing the same job..."

"I'm going to steal that damn box!"

"Even if the Father of All came, he could not keep it!"

Because she was sitting on a low stool, she looked like a heroic female soldier about to go to the battlefield - but without legs.

This is so funny.

"You just laugh all day long!" "Hahahahaha..."

Rose wanted to jump up and punch him in the stomach, but the chair slipped and she knelt in front of him, her head falling down -

"I am self-taught."

In her long career as a thief, Rose had been punched and kicked at times.

But it was the first time she was hit with a rifle butt.

…………

……

The conversation between Shelley II and Miss Terry went around in Roland's head.

He had to consider a possibility: Delis's puzzle box was not unique.

Then, the other puzzle boxes will probably also have terrible (powerful) effects...?
It just so happened that Roland was going to visit Fernandez, so he could ask this captain with long ears.

He and Rose separated at the crossroads.

She went to inquire about Madeleine and Shelley, and he went to the ward area of ​​Holy Cross.

"How about it."
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What's up.

"I was talking about just now."
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What happened just now?
"Put it here, right?"

"You just witnessed the attack method of the world's top assassin. Don't you want to express your thoughts?"

"I see that little cake has tiger teeth."

Roland ignored him and tapped the window frame with his fingers.

"etc…"

"I suddenly thought of something."

"You and the Big Bat won't..."

He paused.

"I'm your best friend, Roland, why do you always hide things from me?"
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If you were as eager to learn about mysteries as you are to learn about my privacy, I'm afraid you could be of more help.

"I didn't mean to help you."

"I just want to have fun."

The flames condensed into a line of little people in front of his eyes, with their hands on their hips and tap dancing.

Very annoying.
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That's my lover, Wrench. Enid and I are fine with whatever we do.

"Of course. But the voice of a big bat always gives me a bad association... low and hoarse."

"People like this are usually crazy."

Roland rubbed his forehead.

He suddenly remembered Randolph's obscene words one day, saying that he had 'helped' a shrill-voiced, round-faced, short girl.

The woman had a childlike voice, a childlike stature, and a childish disposition.

He said that when they communicated, it was like rocking a chair that was about to fall apart.

After that, Randolph smiled with his lips clamped together, giving Roland time to think about what sound would be made by shaking a chair that was about to fall apart.

Thinking of Randolph's words, and looking at the dancing figures in front of me...

Hoarse, deep Enid.

Wrench was right.

Some birds with black feathers or indifferent bats that blend into the darkness always burst out with awe-inspiring courage and energy in what they pursue and desire.

It is the calf intoxicated or the swaddled baby meeting her symbolic mother.

Or, as he had heard, the well-trained hounds that the rich kept for hunting foxes in November.

Those animal soldiers with amazingly beautiful muscle lines, sweat and oil all over their fur, running with their eyes fixed on their targets.

They are absolutely loyal and obey their master's orders.

the most important is.

After biting their prey, they will keep shaking their heads to tear and expand the wound.

Until the prey vomits blood.

They will never let go.

(End of this chapter)