The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 70: Crow and the sudden confrontation
The time in the carriage was spent chatting with the wrench.

It pestered Roland to change his last name, saying that 'Collins' belonged to his cultist father and was unlucky.

He had to change his name to Newgate or Edward.

——Newgate?

"As for beautiful wishes, this is much better than your Mars."

"Just be careful when you have a son..."

Roland was too lazy to pay attention to it.

He must be a character from some story.

"That sentence about the family is what he said."

Oh…

that…
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Tell me about it! -
I'm interested again.

"Su Yue really cultivated a bad habit for you."
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hurry up.

As Roland urged, white sparks jumped up rapidly as if exploding in an instant.

It doesn't give a lot of plot, background - just a few lines about a man's life.

Roland stared at the floating words and read them silently.

Look of realization.

Wrench waited for a while before asking:

"How about it?"

How about it…

How to describe it?

Roland looked at the last few lonely characters. Just a few words could make the reader's heart beat faster and his blood boil.

It’s really…
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A loud and free life.

"I thought you were going to say, 'I'm not that stupid.'"
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of course not.
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Great story, Spanner.
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I…
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I want to be that kind of person too.

"He's a wicked man."
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What does it have to do with me...huh?
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what do you want to say in the end?
"Oh, I was wondering."

Flame pondered for a moment:

"Newgate could not protect his own son."

"Roland..."

"And you?"
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I don't have a son.

"You know what I mean."

"Cherry-Chloe may have given you a good dream, Roland. But the world you've stepped into is far more dangerous than what you experienced as a child."

"When you're a kid, the worst you can do is get your butt chopped off."

"Now, it's the head."

"As for me, I admit that I am a little worried... don't suddenly smile at the glass again."
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wrench.
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I will live well.
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However, it is not my say how far one can go on the path of a ritualist.

"You misunderstood."

"What I mean is: you don't have to make so many friends. If Newgate is a lone traveler, won't he be helpless?"

"Let them die."

Roland: ...
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I think... that's what's so charming about him.
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Also, why are your angles always so weird?
"Because I am living in the soul of a madman... How normal do you think you are?"
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I am better than you.

"Oh, 'La la la, dance and sing with the moon'——"
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To shut up.

A vivid string of "hahahaha"s burned in the sight, and he put his hands on his hips and did a tap dance.

"You should really let those ladies take a good look at your nighttime convulsions. I think they might be overwhelmed with maternal love, and our lives for the rest of our lives will be settled."
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I hate that, Wrench. If it's true, I'd rather work with Miss Rose. At least I can fool the police.
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Besides…
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I make a lot of money now.

"Only the one pound a week salary of the Inquisition?"
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It will become three pounds in the future.

"Then you have to eat the highest quality meat for every meal."
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What do I eat—wait.
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Wait a moment.
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wrench.
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I have always suspected one thing.
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Are you...
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Can you taste...?
"Don't you think I'm worried about you now?"
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Let me think...

"?"
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you can.
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In other words, whatever I taste, you can taste the same.
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No wonder you always ask me to eat more meat.
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Do you like meat?

“…That’s all I enjoy, idiot.”
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Then I will block you every time I eat.

"Roland!"
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Haha.

"You are so annoying."

Fernandez squinted his eyes, straightened his stiff waist, and yawned.

It was almost dusk when the carriage drove onto the flat road.

The light was bad, and Shandel closed the book.

They are almost there.

"I saw you laughing all the way, Roland. You never laughed like this when you were sitting next to me." Fernandez rubbed his eyes and glanced back and forth between Shandel and Roland with a teasing look: "What did the two geniuses of the church talk about while I was sleeping?"

"It's a good thing they can't say it as well as you, Devinson." Crow folded his hands and glanced at him sinisterly, "otherwise no one would be able to rest."

He really didn't rest along the way. His slightly protruding eyes were either staring at the window on the left or the window on the right.

As if they were afraid that some enemy would suddenly rush out from the woods beside the road and attack them.

"He seems a little neurotic."
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Experience changes people.

Roland was thinking about it when the other party looked at him after mocking Fernandez.

"Boy, this is your first official mission."

Roland said yes obediently.

"You have to be careful, you know? Mediocre teachers teach mediocre students, but at least they can survive by fooling around; fighting between extraordinary creatures is completely different."

There seemed to be a few gray threads wriggling in his eyeballs. After a flash, his tone became somewhat meaningful:
"Among extraordinary beings, life and death are usually decided before the battle."

Crow stared at Roland with a slightly ferocious expression: "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"The battle is only the last step to verify the speculation. After understanding the enemy, an excellent ritualist will let the enemy follow the pace he has 'programmed' and walk step by step towards death. This is what you said - the victory or defeat of the battle is determined before the battle." Roland looked at him quietly: "I have finished answering."

The crow grinned, "You're much better than Devinson."

"I have reservations about what you said."

"Oh, really?" He bared his crooked black teeth at Roland, and suddenly leaned forward quickly!
A slender scimitar that fit the arm was pulled out from the sleeve like a praying mantis ready for battle, and flew horizontally towards Roland's neck!

Clang!
A crisp metallic sound.

Roland raised his palm and blocked the blade in front of his chin.

In the palm of his hand, a narrow dagger was struggling with the scimitar, making a sour clicking sound.

"I just need to pull it upwards," Crow held the handle of the knife and made a gesture to move it diagonally upwards. "While I cut off your fingers, I will also cut the flesh on your face. You don't want your nose anymore, do you?"

Roland nodded and motioned for him to look under the table.

The tip of the boy's black boot was touching the edge of the seat, with the tip pointing between the crow's legs.

"You don't want your big pearl anymore?"

puff.

Fernandez covered his mouth, tilted his head, and chuckled towards the glass window.

Shandel's cheeks flushed, but he couldn't help but look down at the table.

"You've grown taller, Roland."

"Your legs couldn't reach it before."
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I'm curious as to when you measured it.

"When you and the big bat were on the carriage."
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wrench…

"Don't worry about it."

"What do you know about carriage Pre?"
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You compare me to the protagonist of a filthy fantasy and then tell me to leave it alone?

The flames jumped triumphantly.

"Very good, Collins."

Crow did not retract his scimitar, but he did not call him "boy" anymore, instead he called Roland by his last name.

then.

Suddenly, she exerted force, pressed her legs together, and clamped Roland's feet tightly.

"But you shouldn't just 'talk about it'."

It seemed that being 'General' Roland did not embarrass him. Instead, he became more aggressive and taught him a lesson: "You should at least stand there, or put pressure on me in a way that is actually threatening. Otherwise..."

He raised his right arm pretentiously.

He stretched out his left hand and placed five long black nails on Fernandez's neck.

"I will destroy your face first. The gushing blood will block your vision. Take this opportunity to cut Devinson's neck."

"After that, the only one left in the carriage who can fight me is Shandel Kratov."

"If I were a traitor, you would be dead."

"Understand?"

Hush.

Let me tell you a little secret of my friend:

——His work is finally going to be recommended!

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(End of this chapter)