The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 716: Iron Lily's Rage

Not just that "traveler's tooth".

Rose knew exactly who the two double swords sent by Shandel were for - this little slave, Halida, was lucky enough to become a 'baby' as soon as she joined the tea party.

By the way.

Those two slightly curved scimitars made Rose more jealous than her cavities.

This is a rare weapon.

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「Name」: Iron Lily's Rage

"Type": Wonderful Item (Weapon·Dual Scimitars)

「Description」: A sharp blade seeking revenge.

The hands of the textile workers made the weapon even more dexterous and sharp.

While holding them, the holder's swing speed increases greatly, gradually climbing to the limit of the holder's physical fitness.

Every time there is a collision or friction with a physical object, there is a chance of a tearing effect.

Note: The holder will become an 'ascetic': after wielding it, the rage of the Iron Lily will curse its owner - she must remain holy and pure until she breaks the curse on the weapon or dies from the raging tear.

Note: 'Iron Lily's Fury' only recognizes and will only show its power in the hands of female holders.

Note: Men can also activate 'Iron Lily's Fury', as long as he has enough courage and determination to fight to the death - how much do you like these two knives?

Note: The holder cannot remove the curse within one year and will be torn into pieces by the 'Wrath of the Iron Lily'.

Note: Please proceed with caution.

This is about a tragedy that has been erased.

a fire.

A neck-wrecking feast.

A furnace of blood and spinning.

Calm its anger.

You are truly qualified to own it for a long time.

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The two scimitars that Shandel brought back were not given to Halida as Rose thought - Roland did consider this. Since Halida had the piece of paper that could "hide treasures" given by Ms. Burns, it was no problem for the weapon to be slightly larger.

However, the curse on the blade is daunting.

Textile worker.

A feast of fire and neck-wrecking.

Rather than holding on to it and eagerly digging through those unsolved cases that have rotted in history after starting the one-year countdown, it is better to wait until the matter is thoroughly investigated.

The two knives were temporarily stored in Rose's training ground.

It's too dangerous.

Until they find the secret to 'break' the curse, no one will use it.

"I guess it's related to the textile factory," Rose said with great excitement, "It's about the case of the textile workers."

Roland was very surprised. "Not ordinary, really extraordinary, Rose. Although I have already told you that it is related to the textile factory, you repeated it again. Obviously, you are smarter than Mr. Darwin."

Rose looked at him silently, raised her arm, and slowly raised an uncivilized finger.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Roland was furious: "How dare you point that finger at me!"

"I dare to do so many things!" Rose rolled on the spot to avoid someone's hand that was trying to tickle her. She giggled, got up and ran away: "I'll give you a finger! You've made me unhappy all morning! Roland Collins! Shouldn't those things be given to me?"

"You even went on a boat ride secretly!"

Roland took the "little ball of cloth" handed to him by Halida - Rose's socks, rolled it up, and held it in his hand.

"I'll give this to you! Don't let me catch you!"

Rose laughed and called back, her eyes between emerald and cat's eye filled with excitement as she ran.

"tyrant!"

She cried out softly, making happy sounds on the floor.

Roland was as swift and silent as a cat stretching its limbs. He caught up with Rose in just a few steps. The girl still refused to give in. She wrapped her arm around his pecking hand. Without a blade, she wanted to bend back and trip the arrogant king to the ground. She folded her arms behind her back and asked again:
"Now, who is the king and who is the subject?"

She took a step forward, twisted her body flexibly, grabbed Roland's wrists with both hands, and threw him backwards!
Roland was twisted and fell to the floor.

A thud.

Two people, one up and one down.

Rose pressed Roland, pressing the hand that was holding her socks, her face flushed and a few beads of sweat seeped out of her collarbone.

Shrug.

It landed on Roland's chin.

"Now, who wins?" The innocent girl raised her eyebrows, tilted her head back, and tapped Roland's wrist with her fingers again and again.

then.

The wrist twisted 180 degrees.

It slipped from her hands.

"I told you! Don't do this in front of me!" Rose glared, "It's too scary!"

Since Roland's three rings, he has tried several times thoroughly to see what extent he can achieve - in short, all the fighting techniques on the market that can 'lock' a person's body are ineffective against him.

This is not to mention some of the incredible actions during the battle...

This is also what Rose hates.

It's so scary.

like...

Like a dummy!
“Press your nose in.”

The girl leaning on his chest took a few breaths, pressed Roland's nose with her fingers, flattened it, then shrank her head, watched from a distance, and couldn't stop laughing.

"How ugly!"

"Like a cat without a nose!"

She called out to Halida to come and see, and when she smiled with her teeth showing, she forgot that someone was still holding her little socks in his hand.

then…

Just put it in your mouth.

No sound.

Roland turned over and ran.

His two fists were placed on his chest and swinging back and forth, and his running posture was very standard.

"You son of a bitch! Those are socks!"

She thought...she thought Roland was joking, just...just a joke - she and he had also used iron bars and cross swords to play around, but no one had ever stabbed him in the stomach...

How about socks!
Dirty.

She originally thought it was just a decoration.

Just like those things that old gentlemen hide under their bellies that they never use again - decorations, decorations...

Shit.

"You're dead, blind man."

Easy to attack and defend.

Now it was Roland's turn to run.

"Talk about it."

He asked while running back.

"Tell me about the taste."

"Stop! Stop and I'll tell you!"

"Why don't you tell Halida to learn how to speak, too? Why are you taking shortcuts?"

“This is my training ground!”

"You are such a rascal... Stop stuffing it in my mouth again!"

"You try it too—"

Halida hugged her knees and leaned against the wall, her silver eyes twinkling.

She quietly watched the two people circling under the gaslight, listening to their flirting and playing, their flowing soft silver eyes flickering in the shadows.

She stroked her long braids, like a neglected phosphorescent fire in a cemetery, having lost the meaning of her existence...

is it?

Miss Shandel.

The gray-haired, blue-eyed pharmacist lady once whispered to her a forbidden recipe.

It was a forbidden formula that could make a man so angry that he could tear off the ribbon and the tight knot behind his waist, and make the curved whalebone clang and clatter to the ground...

She felt like a wild dog tied to a stake.

Lonely and angry.

Roland...

Mr. Collins.

Watch me...

Scold me...

Train me...

The whispers left by Shandel Kratov were melted by body temperature, pumped through the heart and blood, and gradually spread and polluted the soul.

(End of this chapter)