The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 368: London is so beautiful

Chapter 368 Ch.367 London is so beautiful

"Since becoming the Queen's hound, the nature of the Inquisition has changed."

"Even before, Roland, do you think that the Inquisition is a just organization that punishes evil?"

Enid's office.

Familiar smell.

Roland discovered a pattern.

Enid always took a shower 'just in time' before she came - if she didn't take a shower every day, she would know it as soon as she arrived at the door of the courtroom.

"Roland, you may not have experienced it firsthand."

She leaned on Roland's shoulder and sniffed as she spoke - the side of the carriage where a thief had leaned against.

"You don't understand why cults are called cults: except for some boring reason, their doctrines and power are also rejected by the order. This bewitching power is liquid, and the more intelligent the creature, the more pores there are in the mind."

She said a lot, but none of them was as powerful as the following sentence.

"With whom did you ride in the carriage?"

Roland: ...

"The smell of green oranges..." She smoothed her hair and looked up at Roland with a playful expression: "Your latest product. It seems that she is very close to you... Very close, right?"

"Enid."

"Ok?"

“London is so beautiful.”

ENID: Ha.

"You need to learn how to treat women well, Roland. This is not up to standard."

"I brought you a gift."

Enid raised an eyebrow: "...I can lose my sense of smell for a while."

"Where's the sense of taste?"

Roland approached slowly.

After the communication, the police went directly to the court. Where were the gifts?

However, he was indeed going to give the gift to Enid now.

…………

……

As for the handling of the cultists, if the previous Inquisition had been inaction, now it would just have to "wait": she had to report to the Queen, and then wait for the incoming order.

This is about Shelley, and it’s about the just church.

Very troublesome.

There was no need for them to get involved, as in the end neither side would benefit.

"It's already irreversible when it comes to cannibalism, Roland. We can only consider whether to let them die today or next month—"

Roland licked his lips, as if he hadn't heard what she said: "Your coffee is too strong, Enid."

The woman rolled her eyes at him and said, "I drink a lot of strong drinks."

Roland: ...

"Someone is blushing, but I won't say who it is."

"Not a big bat."
-
wrench.

"Look, you always want to tease people like those drunkards, but when it comes to the real thing, you are a coward."
-
Stop talking nonsense, I'm awesome.

"You better be."

"But I found something interesting. Do you want to hear it?"
-
I don't think you're really asking me.

"…You didn't block me just now, idiot."
-
This proves our close relationship.

"This proves that you didn't just kiss each other twice before...Ahaha, there are a lot of things in Su Yue's memory..."

"Let me guess."

"Gujiguji?"

"still--"
-
I really want to block you right now.
-
It's simply pollution.

"You haven't fixed that thing on your shoulder yet, have you, idiot?"

The little letters in front of me were swinging their tails left and right.
-
…No.

"Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid--"
-
Should I ask?

"What do you want to ask?"

"Hello, can I have sex with you?"

"How do you want her to answer?"

"'Of course, please come in.'"

"Yeah?"

Roland let out a long sigh.

"Think about the first time you killed someone."
-
To ...
-
Sitting still?

"..."

"I said it was the first time."

Roland was silent and turned his eyes away from the flames.

"Enid." "Hmm?" The lady who was enjoying herself curled up on the sofa and answered with a nasal voice. She curled herself up as small as possible, like a little cat nestling next to her master...

Tiger.

"I'm just chatting. I don't care if Shelley, Terry, or any of their relatives died or ate people."

Enid knew what he meant.

"I am the presiding judge, Roland. What's the problem?"

"I'm just telling you this." Roland stroked her brown hair, and there was a hint of moisture when his fingers slid through it: "Didn't you say last time that when it reaches a high level, the body of "Holy Flame" becomes more fragile?"

The big cat in my arms was quiet for a few seconds.

Laugh out loud.

"You've learned a lot from the people around you... No, you're born a little liar." Enid teased: "I didn't say that, Roland, I didn't say that. Don't even think about hearing any secrets from me."

But Roland guessed through Louis that there must be something wrong with the "Holy Flame".

Either there was something wrong with the Holy Flame, or there was something wrong with Enid herself.

"If you don't tell me, I'll get the answer from someone else sooner or later."

Enid said nothing.

She squeezed herself into Roland's arms.

She was finally warm.

"what is this?"

She saw Roland take out a card with his other hand.

A golden card with carved patterns around it.

The name of the owner is written on the back, and a purple polygonal gem is embedded next to it.

"Isn't this a premium membership card for the Fountain of Youth?" Enid teased, "The Inquisition granted asylum, and this is the only card?"

"Of course not. I personally deliver every new model of the Fountain of Youth."

Roland hugged her and used his other hand to turn the card over and hold it up.

It says: GOLDEN SMOKE.

"Randolph Taylor gave me a lifetime membership card. With this card, I can receive cigars worth no more than five thousand pounds every month at any Golden Smoke store."

This is giving money.

"Golden Smoke..." Enid took the card and wondered, "Shouldn't that be given to me?"

"Help me choose, Enid." Roland tapped her head gently with his head. "Help me choose, and then wait for me to get it."

"You've arrived by now."

"Listen to me, you little idiot."

"Now, immediately, push her onto the sofa, pull the blanket and shout: Benefactor! I will separate your eyes like the Father of All Things separates day and night—"

People who couldn't stand it anymore finally blocked it.

Much quieter.

Enid said nothing, clenching her card.

"…I'm going to pick you something with less smoke. You're almost like a train, Roland." She thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to pick you something thicker, but with less smoke."

"You like less smoke?"

“I mainly like the front one.”

Roland tickled her a few times, making the person in his arms pretend to bite her - if other executives saw this scene, they would probably never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of their lives.

"Go find Crow, Roland." She kissed Roland's face and whispered, "Go find Crow, or Peter Heller. I will report this matter, but before that, the Inquisition must also make a 'pretense' to prove that we have indeed found the cultists... and even killed a few of them."

"After that, it's not our concern... Be careful, Roland."

"Protect yourself." For the first time, Enid showed inappropriate weakness and sadness in front of Roland.

In her eyes, her lips, and every breath.

Just as Roland guessed.

Or so the filthy stray dog of the Hymans knew.

For some reason…

She does have to avoid using her powers.

Every time, every time, she is closer to splendor.

Roland Collins.

my sweetheart…

My Messiah.

Can you forgive my indifference?
I want to give you everything, but I have nothing.