The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 68 The Angel Who Grows Up Slowly

Cherry gave her "reasons" for the time being, and Roland also listened to them for the time being.

Just like he was born with extremely keen hearing and sense of smell, a blind man living in an orphanage definitely had the most basic sense of human nature - good and evil...

Especially sensitivity to malice.

It was enough that Roland did not sense any ill will towards Madam Chloe.

But to be honest, if you ask him to call Yam 'Mom', he can do it.

But it is a bit difficult to get him to call Cherry "sister" and be someone else's younger brother.

After all, he has grown up and is a man.

"You know, 'I am a man after all' is a phrase that only comes from two kinds of people."

"The first type is the immature brat."

"The second type is the fool who is about to take on responsibilities that he shouldn't have to bear and is about to suffer bad luck."

"Which one are you?"
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nonsense.

"Which one are you?"
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Just be quiet for a moment, wrench.

Today, a certain guy no longer has too much of an overreaction to the name "Wrench". He thinks Roland is good in every way (after all, he got it), but the name is not good enough.

It also gave Roland additional advice, telling him not to name his children himself in the future.

"Why don't you name yourself Wrench?"
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Did not have time.
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Yam gave me the name 'Roland'.
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If I were to do it myself, maybe...
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Mars sounds better?
Mars Collins.

"Come on, God of War."

"Are you related to being strong?"
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Isn’t a name a symbol of good wishes for oneself?

"Then you should be called Brett."
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…You’re so annoying.

Speaking of Yam, Roland recalled that when he was a child, he had asked her how babies were born.

Yam said at the time that the baby was picked from a vine by the woman while she was shopping.

Small swaddling clothes will grow on it, and women will choose the best ones or take away the ones they like.

She also said that she had snatched Roland back from a group of women with great effort.

This made Roland very proud for a while.

Until he "witnessed" the directors' actions with his own ears from a child.

The smoke in the air, the vulgar laughter, the wine flowing down the back and between the buttocks, and...

Crazy thing.

He believed that those old men with bulging bellies would never pick swaddling clothes from the vines.

So Yam was lying.

Then, he grew up.

"Don't waste your money, little Roland." Cherry looked at the shining skirts on the dance floor and reminded softly, "After this period of time, I will start to help you 'operate' - by then, when you become a well-known playwright, you won't have to participate in these dangerous jobs anymore."

Roland hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Thank you..."

Cherry rolled her eyes at him.

In fact, it is not difficult to find someone to write poetry or short plays.

The difficulty lies in how to get it into the theater, and how to perform it many times in the most famous places of the time, and then be recognized by the public and become famous.

What Cherry-Chloe was going to do for him was not as easy as it sounded.

Not many people have this ability.

"I find that your temper is quite similar to my brother's. He likes something but will never ask for it. Until I see through it and then give it to him."

“He only reluctantly accepted and thanked me.”

"And then add: 'I think it's good, don't you like it?'"

She spoke in a gruff voice, imitating the way a man speaks, and made Roland laugh.

"Yes, that's tsundere."

Cherry couldn't see the wrench, otherwise she would have agreed ten thousand times.

"This is not good. You have to change it slowly, Roland. Little by little,"

She was still staring into the distance, as if she was not very familiar with Roland. "You are a man. If you want something, go and grab it. Go and fight for it. Whether it's a profit-seeking businessman, a politician holding power, or even a relatively detached art industry..."

“The destination for all industries is actually the same place.”

"I envy men. I also see the shadow of my brother in you."

"So Roland, I hope you can get better."

She turned her head to look at Roland, then turned back to the dance floor, saying in an extremely serious tone: "I won't hurt you."

Cherry Chloe's profile is beautiful.

As she looked somewhere calmly, the charm on her body, which was completely different from that of a young girl, slowly exuded an alluring fragrance.

This burgundy lazy rose was withered and shriveled in front of Mince Chloe.

But around Roland, the petals would always bloom just right when he noticed it.

Her eyes, which seemed to be full of longing for something, hid her shaky emotions, and her lips were slightly pursed.

However, this posture, which can arouse the fantasy of the most gentlemanly man, is like a rare meteor that penetrates the night sky - its original intention is not to satisfy anyone's wishes, nor does it hope to satisfy anyone.

It just passed over the heads of countless people who made wishes, and just passed by indifferently with its own little emotions.

"I believe you..." Roland noticed the woman's gaze and immediately changed his words, "Cherry."

Cherry picked up a glass of champagne from the long table next to her and handed Roland some fruit wine. "You are the most contradictory person I have ever met."

"Cautious yet bold, calm yet impulsive, rebellious yet greedy, absorbing the rules of the game, cautiously testing like a mouse trying to steal food." The impression Roland gave Cherry was actually shattered during the cult case.

It wasn't that she didn't expect Roland to save her.

On the contrary, if Roland was an ambitious man, he would definitely save her life when the opportunity arose.

She was surprised that Roland actually helped Beatrice but allowed the villain to harm the ladies in the room.

You know, in that room, there are many women whose husbands hold power and whom even she has to be cautious with.

Not only that.

After that, Roland wrote to her specifically to tell her:
In order to avoid retaliation, he would not publicize her killing of the cultists; but at the same time, Roland did not hide the facts and reported the whole process to the Inquisition...

There's nothing 'manly' about that.

At least, much more interesting than the standard man Cherry-Chloe had ever met: Mince-Chloe.

An executive officer was defeated by cultists and escaped with the help of a woman.

And it was that fragile woman who killed the enemy.

He himself was seriously injured and dying.

This is not 'manly'.

Not excellent either.

If he told others about it, many women would be "disappointed" in him - if he was a nobleman, the phrase "escaping under the skirt" would be enough to stick in his head for the rest of his life.

If, if he could modify the process 'slightly'...

A little polish and a clever switch in the roles of killing the cultists.

But he didn't.

Cherry discovered that Roland didn't care at all.

He is very calm.

The same is true.

This is strange.

Could a workhouse or a pharmacy give people such a special personality?
The 'strangeness' he exhibits always has a sense of careless alienation.

Of course, Cherry-Chloe wasn't at all disgusted.

Who doesn't like to be respected?
For example, Roland once thought he had hidden it well, and hinted to her indirectly:

'How can a woman dispose of her own wealth?'

A sincere little fool.

Cherry glanced at the boy who was frowning and trying the fruit wine bit by bit, and her lips curled up slightly.

A boy who wants to help me.

I will help you too.

Believe me.

"I'm going to be away for a while, so I may not be able to receive the letter." Roland didn't know what the woman next to him was thinking, so he suddenly reminded her, "You can continue to send letters, but the reply will have to wait until later."

"Why, your boss asked you to do something dangerous again?"

"Father of All Creation! Was there ever any dangerous incident that was not done by your dear little Roland himself?"
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speak nicely.

Roland shook his wine glass in a very professional manner.

This made Cherry giggle.

What's the point of shaking the wine, sir, who can't see anything.

"No, Mr. Devinson is leading the team. It should be safe." This was Roland's first real mission since he joined the Inquisition. "We have to go to West Manlis."

Cherry hesitated: "The story..."

I have to say, she quite likes Roland's 'deviant' story.

This is much more interesting than having someone go to the black market to buy banned books.

Roland sighed, feeling that this lady had become a little clingy since some time ago: "Maybe only five or six days, Cherry."

Cherry's eyes were curved with laughter: "Without your story, Collins, how would Cherry Chloe spend the lonely nights..."

Roland tilted his head slightly.

Even though he was blind, he could still feel the burning gaze on his face.

"Your body—"

"Mr. Snow is an excellent doctor." When asked about her health condition, Cherry was stunned and shook her head, "No other treatment is needed for the time being... probably."

temporary…

Roland frowned: "I hope to see him when I come back."

His identity as an executive officer of the Church and the Inquisition might allow him to stay here for a while longer.

Or a request...

Not sure if this is possible.

"You know, you're growing up slowly." Cherry knew what he meant as soon as she heard it. She put down her wine glass and tapped her palm with the fan head, looking particularly happy: "You've learned to borrow power, Mr. Angel."

Roland bowed gracefully: "You taught me well, ma'am."

(End of this chapter)