The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 77 Visitors
"I know a boy in Fleet Street."

After the living room was silent for half a minute, Roland spoke.

"I know, you're talking about the garrison." Fernandez knew Roland's experience very well: "Compared to this lady, our way of dealing with the East District is slightly different - you don't think they have any high-level social activities."

"The vultures of the Inspectorate are indeed a good example for dealing with those greedy, ignorant fools who take advantage of every opportunity."

"A family that is frugal even in food and drink does not need to be guarded."

"Rather than letting it sit idle, I don't think there's anything wrong with what the inspector general or consultants are doing."

"If I really want to find fault, maybe they left a little less money."

"That's it, Roland."

Fernandez's meaning couldn't be clearer.

"Aliens are the enemy of humanity."
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What are you going to say again?

"When do you plan to kill that goblin?"
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I have neither the plan nor the ability to do so.

"'A person who is approached, chosen, or even responded to by an alien is problematic in itself.'"

"It seems that what the big fool said was right."
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Miss Nina once told me: Think with your own head.

"The result of your thinking is: sheltering a fairy?"
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I've never seen a goblin.

"You blind bastard."

"Then...what about the other alien species? What are your plans?"

"Just like we did with that fairy, turning a blind eye?"

"Or should we fulfill our duty as an executive officer and eliminate them?"

"Or, kill the cruel ones and spare the friendly ones?"

Roland was a little suspicious.
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You seem to be very concerned about my attitude towards aliens.

"…Just chatting."

Roland touched the handle of his gun, gathered his scattered thoughts, and waited quietly for the time to come.

After the pendulum swung 1,200th time...

Of course, he didn't have to count.

"One thousand one hundred and ninety-seven..."

"One thousand one hundred and ninety-eight..."

"One thousand one hundred and ninety-nine..."
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Wrench, my head hurts.

"Shh."

Just as the clock struck, ripples began to spread rapidly from outside the window and into the house.

Roland heard it.

knocking.

There was a very gentle knock on the door; it was a polite visitor.

knock --

It even paused for a moment, as if it was holding the gift outside the door to calm its breath and tidy up its clothes.

Later.

knock --

Knocked twice more.

Fernandez quickly stood up, walked to the end of the corridor, and pointed his gun at the door.

Click——

The pendulum hangs in the air, swings up to the left and then falls down.

Click——

The pendulum hung in the air, swung up to the right and then fell back down.

There will never be silence again.

Knock knock knock!
The tapping became more rapid.

then…

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom——!!

Fernandez remained calm, holding his arms high with the muzzle of his gun still pointed at the knocked wooden door. At the same time, he moved his feet, turned sideways, and slowly pulled open the curtains.

He saw it.

It was a tall, slender figure, nearly ten feet tall:
It was wearing a white mask that looked like some kind of bone texture, with nothing on top of it.

The limbs are long and thin, and the nails are about four or five inches long and sharp.

It is like a piece of cloth in a hurricane, or a drifting shadow, slender and sharp, dancing in the night.

Shandel came to the window, stood shoulder to shoulder with Roland, and suddenly reached down and grasped his hand, squeezing it very hard.

"Observe with the secret, Collins, as best you can."

"We will protect you." "Don't be afraid."

"Executives can be treacherous, cruel, and vicious."

"The only thing you can't do is be cowardly."

Under Fernandez's admiring eyes, Roland gritted his teeth and shook hands gratefully.

As the captain, he is very happy to see his players behave like this.

Roland, Cinder and Fernandez, if nothing unexpected happens, the three of them will be together through thick and thin for a long time.

Pale words suddenly appeared on the curtain, occupying the center of Roland's sight.

"Why don't I feel that you are afraid?"
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I'm really scared.

"fart."
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Appropriately accepting help from others can help deepen the friendship between each other.
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Also, I really should block you as a voyeur.

Just as Roland and Wrench were talking to each other, Kate Pasetti also poked her head out from the second floor surrounded by servants.

"Mrs. Pasetti, you can't come down yet."

Shandel soon spotted her.

Of course, just like Roland's previous fruitless negotiations, the other party would never listen to a young girl.

"I want to see it with my own eyes."

The hostess showed quite amazing courage at this moment.

She pushed the servants aside, leaving only the older maid to support her and accompany her to the window.

Glancing outside.

The next second, she immediately covered her mouth and whispered:
"What is it doing?!"

Yes.

What is it doing?

The black shadow under the moonlight actually appeared in front of everyone...

Start dancing.

The terrifying, slender black torso twisted and stretched to an extremely strange angle. Its arms stretched outward, its sharp claws padded up, and it turned in a circle.

dance.

It danced in the moonlight as if no one was around.

And when it turned and jumped up, performing those extremely difficult movements in the wind, circles of waves suddenly surged from under its feet and pushed towards the villa.

Instead of crashing into the dazzling solid wall, they penetrated it easily.

"I never dared to look outside..." Pasetti responded to Fernandez's questioning look and explained in a low voice, "Who dares to provoke a monster? Mr. Devinson? I, this is the first time I have the courage today... What is going on?"

Fernandez looked at Pasetti in silence for a while, then slowly turned his head and continued to stare at the shadow outside the window.

The dance continues.

The crows sent no signal.

well.

The longer the observation time, the better it is for them.

The dancer continued to dance.

It danced more and more vigorously.

It swayed alone, making a 'cracking' sound, and its long and thin body looked like a black mandala twisting and blooming under the moon.

Spin.

Rotate again.

It's getting bigger and bigger, and its pace is getting faster and faster.

Roland felt a hint of heat on his skin.

should…

Someone gathered wood and lit a bonfire.

Someone bit off the cork and shoved the bottle roughly into his mouth, watching the wine spill all over his face and laughing.

Someone was waving his hands wildly and walking towards the bonfire amid laughter and shoving.

He left behind a shadow, and then began to dance and act strangely.

People sat in a circle on the ground, clapped their hands and sang.

Civilization is fading away.

The faces of the primitive and wild creatures were flushed, and they had thrown away all the common customs of various places. Along with the crackling sound of firewood and singing, what was boiling was not only the blood, but also the sweat on the men and women, and the wine in the bottles waving in their hands.

They proudly linked their arms around each other's shoulders, some blew smoke rings, and some were pushed onto the stage by others and joined the dance.

gradually…

More and more people jumped up.

(End of this chapter)