The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 90 Ch.89 Aggressive
Fernandez has been very happy these two days.

Because not only did they kill an alien species, they would also bring a rare item back to the Inquisition.

This is no small achievement.

Roland performed well along the way, except for some inappropriate words he said at the previous stop...

Those are minor issues.

They are brothers and sisters from the same family. Since Fernandez has mentioned it, the Crows will not hold on to a newcomer out of consideration for their own good.

At the same time, the honest captain also talked to Shandel privately.

The girl who knows exactly who she will work for in the future is obviously a smart person:

She expressed surprise that she had long forgotten what Roland had said.

Overall, it is satisfactory.

"Roland, ask the servant to inform Mrs. Pasetti that the review is over and we will leave before evening and will not have dinner." Fernandez squatted aside to pack his luggage and ordered Roland without even raising his head.

However, the servant returned ten minutes later with a message from Ms. Pasetti.

She invited Roland upstairs for a chat.

Fernandez turned his head and grinned at him, waving his hand, "Go ahead, I guess she wants to apologize to you..."

Roland shrugged and went upstairs with his cane.

Kate Pasetti was still as frail as ever, reclining on the sofa, leaning against a soft round cushion.

On the ebony bar coffee table there was a turquoise porcelain pot, a few tea cups, and cream pastries topped with strawberries.

She was being served by a servant and having her shoulders rubbed.

"…You and your friends are leaving now? I was planning to invite you all to dinner. Mr. Devinson clearly told me this morning that it was not urgent, but why didn't he even give me the chance to entertain you…"

Roland bowed and was led to sit down.

"They are packing their things down below, ma'am. We won't disturb them any more."

"This is really..." She acted reluctant, and suddenly remembered that Roland had poor eyesight. She looked at the servant, leaned over and whispered something.

The servant nodded, stood up and left.

"Just a moment please."

Seeing Roland hesitate, she immediately added, "My Lord is very busy, so I will thank you on his behalf, okay?"

Talking about the past two days, he slowly apologized to Roland:

"You are still young, and perhaps you don't fully understand how important a good reputation is to a lady - but I still want to apologize for what I said before..."

Fernandez was right.

Roland's face was as bright as spring breeze, and he smiled brightly: "Then, I also want to apologize for my impulsiveness and unrestrained curiosity. It is not gentlemanly to pry into the privacy of a lady."

After saying that, both of them laughed.

"You are a noble man."

Pasetti straightened up, folded his hands on his legs, and said elegantly: "You will definitely be a gentleman with a bright future. The dark cage cannot stop the brilliance of your heart..."

At this point, she suddenly changed the subject:

"I will write back to the church and explain everything you have done for me - I mean, the part that helped me, comforted me, and protected me."

There was an unspoken warning in the woman's words:
"I would not write to the Church about your inquiries into the private life of a lord's friend, Mr. Collins."

“Although you and your colleagues did cause me some trouble and made me disrespectful in the eyes of the servants;
Due to the inspection, many expensive ornaments and clothes were damaged;
I was attacked by a monster and had to do such a horrible dance that I will be in pain and fear whenever I think about it in the future. In short, I have to hide this and say good things about you, right?"

Roland said nothing, his eyes fixed on the dark lion-colored flower on the carpet diagonally below him.

Kate Pasetti smiled brightly. "So, how are you and your captain going to write about me in your report? A lady like me won't be suspected of having anything to do with that monster, right?"

"This is a normal deal. You are the buffer between Pasetti and Fernandez."

Seeing that Roland didn't say anything, she thought he didn't understand, so she couldn't help but use a little more harsh words.

Of course, a "lady" who has not yet learned all the jazz techniques obviously does not know what "slightly" means.

"Well, Mr. Collins, I'm glad I didn't complain to the church, you see? If I let a blind man into my house, I'd be afraid that the monster wouldn't hurt me..."

"But you made me contract some disease." "What disease?" Roland asked back.

Pasetti sat up straight, his smile as gentle as his voice: "For example, like you, trapped in the dark all year round. You have to understand a helpless woman-"

Roland turned his head and casually interrupted: "Yes, in those years, darkness often trapped me."

He tapped his knee with his index finger as if nothing had happened and said calmly, "So, what is holding you back?"

Pasetti was stunned.

These words seemed to awaken the picture that had been buried in her memory.

A strong sense of familiarity...

Same words, different people.

The beautiful girl with black hair, golden eyes and a beautiful face was staring quietly at the branches outside the woman's window.

His face gradually overlapped with that of a woman who had long been vague in his memory.

'What are you stuck with?'

Alesha lazily lay on the balcony, turned her head and said lightly.

What are you trapped by?

Pasetti rubbed his palms together awkwardly and picked up the teapot.

Before she could think of how to answer, she heard Roland say:
"Especially those thirteen days of suffering, the edges and corners were bleeding in your heart... Did you wipe them clean afterwards?"

The spout of the kettle suddenly disconnected and the light brown tea flowed out.

Kate Pasetti stared at him blankly, a great fear surged in her heart!

he…

What does he know?!

It's not the vague 'nearly half a month', but the precise thirteen days.

“…It’s not my fault.”

Pasetti put down the teapot and slowly lowered his eyes.

She was evasive, using the so-called "that thing" to test...

Roland withdrew his gaze from the window. "Your mother must have spent the most desperate thirteen days of her life. Should she be happy? After making a vow to the alien species, her 'amazingly talented' daughter can finally brush other people's dancing shoes."

These words seemed to bring Pasetti back to those rainy days and nights with occasional thunder.

She suddenly became hysterical, but her voice became even quieter.

“…I don’t want to become like that!! Her death has nothing to do with me!!” The hostess who once gave people a feeling of frailty and brokenness, at this moment, had an expression like a shark in the deep sea that chooses its prey to bite. The muscles on her face were pulled horizontally, making her look particularly hideous.

"How did you know these things?! I'm warning you, I'm warning you, this dirty, corrupt black crow! If it gets out——"

Roland listened attentively to her insults woven with scanty and boring words, stroking the handle of the cane that was stained with his body temperature.

"If it gets out, do you think I'll be the one in trouble?"

After a while, the servant knocked on the door.

Kate Pasetti took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and asked them to leave in a gentle voice.

Then, he looked at Roland.

"What do you want to do, church?" It took her a short time to calm down.

Obviously, if Roland wanted to cause trouble for her, he wouldn't talk under such circumstances.

and so…

"I will not admit any of your accusations, and you are not qualified to accuse a knight's woman. I am not a cultist." The woman stared at Roland, with a shrewd look in her eyes that did not need to be concealed. "What do you want?"

"You invited me up here, ma'am."

Roland's golden eyes became particularly enchanting in the woman's eyes at this moment.

Fear and vague malice crept onto Kate Pasetti's face. She stared at Roland who was silently sipping tea, and threatened in a low voice: "I don't know where you got this little secret from... Let me give you a piece of advice, Mr. Collins. It's advice, but also a warning: You don't want to provoke a nobleman, do you?"

(End of this chapter)