The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 714: Promotion to the Third Ring
The walls of the room were covered in dark green velvet wallpaper with silky golden branches winding across them.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs each of its prismatic ornaments.

The afternoon sunlight shone brightly on the heavy dark wood furniture.

The oak bookcase has yet to be filled with a single book.

Silver tea-services were set on a lightly embroidered tablecloth, and by the fireside was a high-backed arm-chair, with back and arms upholstered in dark green velvet, and feet set with gold rings.

Flowers are blooming on the crimson carpet, and the soft hand-woven craftsmanship brought from across the sea softens the dull footsteps.

The drapery head is a similar color to the wallpaper and features tassels and braids.

There is also a piano in the corner of the room.

Just a rough description.

Because this room is so complex that if I really tried to describe every detail with words, I would probably drive myself crazy: a waste of paper! A waste of my time!
I can only say in general:

It was one of the most beautiful decorations Roland had ever seen.

How did Randolph know to use the green and gold?
I thought so too.

"Forget it."

"If I ask you to give me some advice, I'm afraid you'll only create a hole that's leaky everywhere."

That's right.

The owner of this room is Roland.

——If you open the carved deep wood door and turn the brass doorknob, you will find another world:
The world outside is still bare.

Randolph only had time to "build" this one room, and let Roland take a look at it first: if he liked it, he could continue; otherwise, it wouldn't be a waste of too much.

“Is selling perfume so profitable?”

Fernandez sat in the soft chair, feeling uncomfortable.

He was a little unaccustomed to this kind of environment, and his butt felt like it had thorns. He had changed about two hundred postures from the time he entered the door until now.

"Thirty pounds a day?"

"A little more than thirty pounds."

"Fifty pounds?"

"A little more than fifty pounds."

Fernandez: ...

The man deflated, pursed his thick lips, and muttered, "I'm beginning to be jealous of you, Roland."

"If you like..."

Fernandez stared: "Buy me one?"

"Let me show you a little longer."

"…Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?"

"Yes, but his house is also very beautiful."

"You asked me to come here today just to make me angry and get beaten up in the new house?"

The captain took a sip of the coffee, rolling it around in his mouth, and said nothing good: "It's far worse than Giles's. You probably can't tell the difference between good and bad coffee, right? Even if you have a beautiful house, there's still a lot of difference in the smallest details."

The joke received no response.

Roland put down the teacup and let the dust fly for a while.

"Sorry, Fernandez."

"…What?"

"I said, sorry."

"Why apologize?"

"Darwin," Roland said, walking through the dust, letting the slanting sunlight melt into his eyes. "I acted on my own initiative, Fernandez. A deputy shouldn't make decisions for the captain."

Fernandez wasn't surprised.

Ever since he accepted the mission, he knew that one day he would hear someone apologize - he knew exactly what kind of person Roland was.

seriously.

If possible, he would rather not have this apology.

It's too un-court-like, and too un-executive-like.

"I am your captain, your brother, your partner, and the person you will die with in the future. Roland, I saved you, and you saved me—"

Roland blinked: "I don't want to die with you."

Fernandez was annoyed and slammed the armrest: "I'm a fucking metaphor! A metaphor!"

"oh."

"...Anyway," Fernandez glared at Roland fiercely and sighed, "I don't care what your reason is. Whether it's curiosity, the so-called adventurous spirit, or the desire to prove yourself in front of Lady Enid - I think this is the reason."

He paused, staring at Roland's face.

The other party still had that damn smile on his face.

"…Anyway, you don't have to apologize to me."

He blew his nose hard and curled his lips: "We shouldn't be like strangers." "Strangers won't invite you to such a beautiful house."

“You can just say house.”

"Nice house, Fernandez. Nice house, one you like but don't have."

"Let's get back to the topic we started with."

"…I apologize to you?"

"Yes, but I don't accept it."

Fernandez stepped on the carpet a few times and looked around at the decoration: "It cost a lot of money. I haven't seen such exquisite and thoughtful things in many places. You have a good friend, a good friend with conscience and wisdom."

"A good friend with a conscience, wisdom, and a nice house—"

"Shut your stinky mouth."

The two were silent for a while.

"I'm telling the truth, Roland. I'm not angry, and you shouldn't apologize for it. I find that you always worry too much about unnecessary things, and you are reckless... or crazy in some life-and-death moments. You really should change, and then you will be a perfect gentleman."

Roland replied: "Perfect, and there is also a beautiful..."

Fernandez clenched his fist and shook it in front of his eyes.

After a few beats, he started laughing to himself again.

"Now you're famous."

The judge's lover.

How can it not be famous?

"You'd better be careful and don't expose your new residence. Lady Enid has many admirers. When the time comes, I'm afraid many flies will come to challenge you to a duel."

Roland smiled: "What a terrible new era."

"No matter what era, the most ancient methods are always effective... Have you really reached the third ring?"

Roland raised his eyes.

The flames in my sight condensed into lines of text.

…………

……

"Name": Cat

Type: Fantasy Road (Three Rings)
「Description」: Who can predict the cat's next move?
The ring will enhance the physical fitness of the ritualist.

You will have greater explosive power and become as agile and flexible as a cat.

It takes some time for you to get used to your incredible body and develop an equally incredible way of fighting.

Believe me.

Whether you are good at close combat or not, your enemies will not want to face an opponent who is fast, accurate, resilient and explosive.

In particular, he can twist his head, waist or limbs to incredible angles.

You begin to learn to walk silently, or even run wildly in the quiet night without making any sound.

You are as sharp as a cat and a good hunter. The longer you stare at your target, the easier it is to find the opponent's "weakness".

at the same time.

Attacks in the ordinary sense can't easily hit you either - I mean, physical means other than range and lock-on ones...

And, another level.

Curse, Mind Invasion, Blight, Pollution - all mystical ranged attacks, you will have a chance to 'dodge'.

……

Loneliness, deep sleep, and fantasy.

Laughter that is not understood.

When they shout 'this lunatic'.

They still love you.

……

…………

"Yes."

Roland looked away.

"I'm already at the third ring, Fernandez."

He said.

"After the first ring's 'pale vision' and the second ring's 'physical quality improvement', the third ring brings me the power of sound."

Roland used part of the power of the mystical organ as a 'ring'.

“Being able to soothe emotions through sound, or get the answers I want from the weak-willed.”

After listening to it, Fernandez was a little puzzled: "It sounds like an organ."

(End of this chapter)