The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 372 Matthew and Michelle
The operation against the cultists was simple, for these fools did not hide their movements - or, in the eyes of the Crow and Mr. Peter Heller, they almost did so 'boldly'.

Some gangs composed of ladies targeted not-so-wealthy families in the East and South Sides, prostitutes, single workers with little social circle, and even real homeless people who couldn't afford to eat.

"The aesthetic tastes of cultists are somewhat problematic... To be honest, I prefer those with bigger butts, what about you?"

The crow looked at Hele with disdain as he muttered to himself and then began to question his apprentice, which was really frivolous behavior.

How old is the child?

"Men should know what kind of person they like when they are very young. This will help them find more and better ladies when they grow up." Heller replied and asked Roland, "What do you think?"

"Beautiful." Roland blinked.

"Oh, it's neither good nor bad—"

"Plump."

Peter Heller opened his mouth and said, "Ah... if you take this condition into account, it would be much more real——"

"Skinny little one."

Peter Heller: …

"Or someone taller, um... someone shorter than me would be fine... If the hair and eye color is a little different, or if the personality is a little weird, that's fine too..."

York looked at Roland, with a hint of respect unconsciously in his eyes.

This gentleman is amazing.

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"Did you mean to say - 'all'?" Peter Heller laughed: "I was the same as you when I was young. It was not until I got older that I realized that sometimes for your own sake, you can only choose a small part of it -"

"I suddenly remembered an ancient proverb from the Far East in Su Yue's memory."
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what?
"Marry a wife for her beauty, take a concubine for her beauty."
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what does that mean.

“It means that people should be single-minded.”

Roland drew aside the curtains and waited for the white waves to pass through the glass and sweep toward the long street. This was a stronghold that had been targeted: some women settled here.

Targeted by the Inquisition's enforcers.

Just, part of it.

But now, Roland discovered something interesting.

A woman opens the door, leaves, or enters.

They were like normal, daytime special workers, except for all sorts of silly, inappropriate habits.

However, among the cultists who had taken over the place, there was a familiar face.

"What are we going to do?"

Roland held up the curtain with his fingers and saw the woman with the flower basket flirting with others, so he asked.

"To deal with these bastards, we don't need to do it ourselves if we are well prepared." Peter Heller tilted his head and glanced out the window like Roland did. "Sometimes, ritualists don't even need to meet in person when fighting each other - in order to avoid causing more trouble... This is a good opportunity for you to take a look. Don't worry, the Inquisition will pay for it."

"Then I'm going to learn a lot today." Roland added, tapping the glass with his fingers: "But do me a favor and save her life."

Peter Heller glanced at the woman carrying the flower basket and couldn't help but remind her, "That's not a decent woman, Roland."

This made not only York, but also the crow sideways curiously.

He didn't want the people in the car to notice his 'curiosity', but he was really curious about the woman Roland Collins had taken a fancy to...

So, he quietly moved closer to the window.

"A prostitute, idiot." Crow suddenly spoke in Roland's ear, startling him. "Can't you see? A decent woman wouldn't laugh with her pussy exposed on the street..." (neck)
"Only someone as ignorant as you would turn up his nose at cow dung."

Roland could understand his reminder, but it was a bit rude.

Lower the curtains.

"Can you spare her life?"

"It's not a big deal. We just happened to ask where those two 'big shots' are hiding." Hele didn't mind giving Roland a favor. In his heart, Roland's status was still rising.

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Matthew Bonham is going to get rich!
Just yesterday, yesterday evening, yesterday evening in bed!
His wife, his dear, great wife, told him a huge secret!
He is going to get rich!!

No no no no.

In fact, even if she didn't say it, I could see it.

She is younger.

Get younger.

This was not something that any cream or perfume could change - Matthew Bonham knew the woman next to him very well, and he knew every inch of his old wife.

And now, she is young.

It's like going back ten...fifteen years?

Twenty years old?
Unbelievable.

Matthew Bonham certainly didn't think he was crazy, and he definitely didn't believe that there was anything that could make a woman look a dozen years younger overnight: if there was, it wouldn't be the turn of people like them to use it.

and so…

"What's going on?"

Because a girl from the Holy Cross had blessed them before (and spent her remaining savings for it), Matthew Bonham once thought that the blessing had worked - since their family did not have everything going well as the blessing said...

My wife has become younger, so that's fulfilled her promise, right?
However, his wife was hesitant and refused to tell him - until he used all his strength to beat her up, and then this annoying bad woman finally gave in.

'It's a spell...'

She murmured.

Matthew Bonham didn't have time to ask about the spell, so he generously lit two candles to illuminate the bedroom clearly - he had to take a good look at this woman:

She is... more than 'a little' younger.

There is a 'girl' in the candlelight.

Those rough big feet became delicate, no longer always pricking the hands and emitting a bad smell;
The wrinkles on her face were smoothed by an invisible force like a tablecloth, making them smoother and more delicate than a peeled egg;

Her mouth was no longer foul, but filled with the breath of flowers;

My hair went from dry to smooth and even shiny in the candlelight.

Her parts are distinct and no longer connected together, making it difficult to grasp them clearly.

She seemed to have returned to her youth - no, it should be said that she was even more beautiful than when she was young!
She drives people crazy with joy!

Matthew Bonham had no doubt that this woman, who had suddenly looked a dozen years younger, would be able to make herself younger - she had succeeded about ten minutes ago.

"Tell me, Michel, tell me, you must tell your husband about this, mustn't you?"

His breathing became rapid and even his voice became uncontrollable, waking up the three children behind the curtain.

"This method is absolutely effective!"

“You know what this could do for us?”

He was like a bull with red eyes, wishing he could rush into people's hearts and use his horns that should have grown to dig out the grass that contained secrets one by one.

"wealth!"

"future!"

"We're going to be rich! Michelle!"

He believed, absolutely believed, that this magical spell could satisfy his newly born ambition.

(End of this chapter)