The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 806 Ch.805 Walking Boots

"What are you doing-"

"No!"

"No, you can't do this to me! I haven't broken any law—"

"Please, sir! I didn't..."

The shouts and pleas for mercy came from Jim Walker.

He was carried to the cemetery, facing forward, and tied up with his back to a slightly thicker tree trunk.

"You can't lynch me! I haven't broken any law!"

He was so frightened that he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I'm Mr. Pan's man! I-I am, I work for him!"

Roland and Cinder stood not far away, waiting for Halida to untie the decorations on his wrists or neck one by one - those copper or silver bracelets, necklaces, and pendants in the shape of anchors or rudders.

Including a pocket watch engraved with a sailboat.

A compass in your pocket.

Tobacco that reminds you of the smell of the sea.

A leather box containing fire-making utensils.

A silver wine jug with ocean waves printed on it.

With each one taken away, his fear grew.

He cursed Halida, but soon began to beg her for mercy.

But no matter what, he couldn't stop her.

few minutes.

Jim Walker bid farewell to his identity as "Captain" completely.

His shirt was ripped, revealing his tattoo.

then.

The maid used a knife to cut several ugly anchors of different sizes horizontally and vertically until the bloody and rotten skin was covered with no trace of the anchor pattern.

"It...it will come to you...please..."

"Please let me go..."

"I've said it all...I've said it all..."

Click.

Click…

"It's too late."

Roland murmured.

He turned around and faced where the fog came from.

In the thick fog that rolled like steam, high boots were coming slowly.

——It didn't carry another pair of feet.

Just boots.

A pair of gilded, exquisite Chelsea boots.

The black base is hollowed out with gold flowers.

Even the shoelaces are made of gold thread.

Click.

It stopped not far from Roland, raised one of its arms, tapped its boot tip, and politely saluted Roland, Shandel, and Halida, who was in a state of panic. Then, it turned to the man tied to the tree.

Like a dog who has finally met his master.

The boots jumped a few times on the spot, and then rushed forward through the mud with a clattering sound!

Accelerate like crazy!
——Then, he was picked up by Halida, holding the top of his boots.

It twisted and struggled like a weasel, making a sharp squeaking sound in the maid's hands.

"That's really gross, Roland."

Shandel frowned, tucked his cloak in, and took a half step back.

Obviously.

This is one, one piece, a pair - in short, it is a rare object.

This was also the first time that Roland witnessed the "activity" of a "strange object" with his own eyes: Fernandez and Enid had told him that a few strange objects had activity and needed to be contained with the most precious metals and gems.

(The Inquisition can only afford gold and silver.)
(It is said that the church's treasure house for collecting rare objects is filled with gold boxes inlaid with various gems - rare and precious gems will undoubtedly be better than gold in suppressing the activity of rare objects, but this will also cause an unavoidable problem.)
(theft.)
Halida had a cold face and silently approached Jim Walker with the pair of squeaking golden boots.

He immediately started howling like a wounded wild boar!
"leave me alone!!"

His intermittent, panting, and ferocious struggles to break free were like the strong and beautiful images depicted on the dome of the Church of the Holy Cross.

Once seen, never forgotten.

Shandel found it very interesting.

"It's better to put it on yourself."

Jim Walker's eyes were bulging out like a frog. "No - you are committing murder!!"

"Who knows? Maybe you like--" The voice became sharper and smaller like a cone.

Shandel blinked and looked at the 'squirming' boots. She seemed to hear some noise.

at the same time.

Halida seemed to be possessed, staring at the hollow golden boots in her hands, bending down and taking off her soft shoes...

A pair of hands grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me back.

The woman, who had just woken up from a dream, let out a barking sound and sobbed, almost scaring her soul out of her body - even so, she held the shoes tightly with her hands like a pair of pliers, and no matter how they struggled, they could not get rid of it.

"…Wang! Sir!"

Roland then turned to look at Shandel.

The girl had already scratched her waist with her fingertips, and the blade left a bloody mark on her finger.

She looked at Roland, then at the blood beads that kept oozing out, and fell into deep thought.

"Be careful, Shandel. It seems that this thing has the ability to confuse people-"

Shandel shook his head.

"I'm thinking of more important things."

"More important?"

The gray-haired girl came up to him with a smile, glanced at the maid, and said softly: "... Compared to me, Halida is more important to you... right?"

Halida was at a loss.

"No... Of course not, Miss! I, I'm just, woof woof! I just... Yes! Yes! Woof!" Her cold and indifferent expression instantly melted into sorrow, and she stumbled to tell Shandel how insignificant she was, and how important the other person was in Roland's heart -

Shandel was not angry.

With his hands behind his back, he tiptoed to her side and whispered in her ear:

“…You seem to have forgotten who taught you these tricks, good student.”

She curled her eyes, slowly pried open Halida's fingers, took the twisting boots, and smiled at her meaningfully.

"Yes, Roland."

Shandel came back and raised his arms.

Roland also opened his arms.

Hug her.

Halida: ...

Jim Walker: …

"What are you doing, Roland?" Xiandel looked surprised.

Roland's eyes widened: "I thought you wanted it."

"...Halida is here," Cinder bit her lip naively, lowered her head and spoke softly, "...and a strange man."

"So, another kiss?"

Xiandel said nothing. He lowered his head, walked behind Roland, and grabbed his wrist.

Turn the person around.

Hook the neck.

Stand on tiptoes.

When interlaced.

Her deep blue eyes met those silver eyes.

A few breaths.

Halida lowered her head and clenched her fists silently.

Nails digging into palms.

An inexplicable emotion surged into my heart.

Shandel was a little disappointed.

'waste. '

a long time.

The shoes no longer struggled.

The silver moon built several soft, silk-like bridges between the separated stars.

"My dear..."

The unpacified happy girl took a step forward and placed her chin on the man's shoulder: "...my life."

she murmured.

"How can an unmarried lady let strangers see her like this?"

Roland sighed: "So, we have to kill him, right?"

Shandel gently pushed Roland away, his face showing a sad look: "Or let him go, let him go to London and spread rumors about me everywhere, making me suffer, tortured by those gossips, and then die of depression - die from a rope or a cup of poison..."

Jim Walker, who was not far away, couldn't hear what they were saying and called out to Halida in a low voice.

"…Miss! Miss! You won't…Lynching is against the law! You are so beautiful, obviously you are from a high family, right? I can see where your necklace comes from, the latest model, from the glass cabinet in the West Side—"

Halida walked over silently and slapped him in the face.

Let him shut up his annoying mouth.

(End of this chapter)