The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 95 Ch.94 The Real Phantom

After saying goodbye to Edward Snow, Roland called a carriage and went to Mince Chloe's home.

This is a walk-in without an appointment.

The Lord was surprised.

He knew that his wife had a good relationship with this "pretty little crow" when she was alive, but he didn't expect that he would come to her in person.

"Come in quickly, you'd better come on time, otherwise I will be out..."

He called her intimately, and when he came into the house, he took off his coat, put his arm around Roland's shoulders, and smiled happily.

"Look at you. You've grown taller, haven't you?"

"Pink! Make the fire bigger! Warm up my friend--"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, released Roland, and invited him to sit on the curved sofa.

"Oh, I know why you came. Yes, Cherry, my Cherry... You see, I can't sleep well these days. I can always hear her laughter..."

Roland tilted his head, looked up at the high ceiling, and nodded seriously.

"You are a man of genius, sir. I have no doubt of that."

Mingsi Chloe didn't expect Roland to say this. She stared at him blankly, her lips trembling, and the next sentence was stuck in her throat.

"Here, and here."

Roland raised his cane and pointed at several places with the tip of it.

"If I hadn't come today, perhaps within two weeks, you would have really run into the lady at night."

These words almost frightened the Baron so much that he jumped up from the sofa.

He stared at the maid who brought the tea in horror and anger. After coldly dismissing her, he leaned forward in panic, half of his chest over the cold-colored tea table with roses on it, and asked tremblingly, "Please don't scare me! How is this possible..."

"People of your position have heard about what we are dealing with, right? Is this still a secret in your circle?"

"Yes, yes... I still know a little bit..." Mingsi Chloe looked at Roland's beautiful and cold face - sorry, he didn't want to, but he really had to use this word to describe Collins today.

He felt a chill from his face.

He even felt that the fireplace could not heat up the gradually decreasing cold air in the room.

"Pink! Heat the hot spot for me again!"

Mingsi Chloe shouted, rubbing her hands, and cautiously looked at Roland who was still "sniffing" everywhere: "Look, look, I invited "friends" from the Supervisory Bureau to visit - just yesterday. But they didn't seem to find anything in the house..."

A trace of apology appeared on Roland's face.

He lowered his mouth and bowed slightly.

"My Lord, perhaps I shouldn't have said so much. It is precisely because of some of our 'talents' that our brothers and sisters reject us like that... Well, let's just assume that your friend is 'right'."

So I got up and said goodbye.

Of course, there was no way the man would let him go.

"No, no, no, you have to help me! Cherry was your friend when she was alive, and so was that big guy, his name was Levi, right? I know, I know you are different from my friends, you are definitely not ordinary!"

He walked around the coffee table and sat next to Roland, feeling increasingly anxious: "Please help me! Mr. Collins! Help me! I've been wanting to be friends with you for a long time..."

Roland sighed: "Since you have found a 'friend'..."

Mingsi Chloe raised her voice: "But we are friends too! You have been here at least twice...four times! You will never turn a blind eye to what is about to happen in my house, right?"

Roland hummed reluctantly.

Mince-Chloe was happy.

Without even waiting for Roland to say the next word, he called Pink and ordered, "This is my guest, serve him well! Candles and..." He turned his head and asked Roland, "What do you need? Mercury? Matches? Or..."

Roland patted his waist and shook his head.

"Okay, I know you all have special methods, effective, absolutely effective, right?" He emphasized the word "effective" twice, and after getting Roland's affirmative answer, he quickly picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, then walked out without looking back.

run away.

"I have an appointment to keep, Mr. Collins! I won't be back tonight! What do you need..."

"With Pink..."

"Between friends..." His voice became increasingly distant, until after a loud muffled thud, his footsteps also disappeared.

Roland pushed away the unfinished cup of hot tea and stood up with the help of his cane.

The butler named Pink rushed forward to help, but Roland gently pushed him away with his elbow.

"The bedroom is upstairs..." The servant saw Roland going straight in one direction and didn't dare to touch him again. He followed him with a hunched back, muttering softly.

"Yes, but I have to start the 'purification' from the reception room."

Roland let him open the door for him, then said slowly:
"The purification ritual will leave some subtle aftereffects on mortals, if you don't mind..."

"I'll go and heat up the fireplace for you!" The butler was startled, turned around and left, and when he reached the door, he closed it tightly.

Like his master.

After a few breaths, you could hear a pin drop in the room.

"You just know how to scare people."

Familiar voice.

Roland turned back.

Cherry Chloe sat at the table, one hand on her face, tilted her head, and looked at him with a half-smile: "My 'brother' is really good at lying."

"Didn't you tell me that I had to learn more?"

The bright and elegant woman raised her eyebrows, her eyes, no longer lifeless, were filled with mischief and a hint of anger: "Humph, that's... a prerequisite, you can't use it on me."

"I don't remember scaring you."

Roland leaned his cane against the cabinet and sat down opposite the woman.

He also imitated her, supporting his face with his opposite hand and looking back with his head tilted.

"Don't you remember?" Cherry Chloe didn't comb her hair today, and her hair fell down over her shoulders. She stared at Roland with a smile and joked, "If I don't know how to use a gun, we will really be waiting to die."

She was referring to the time when she and Roland teamed up to kill the cultists.

"You frightened me."

The two faces were not far apart.

At this distance, Roland could easily smell the clean lavender scent on her body and see the slightly bulging light blue veins on her neck.

A few slender scarlet nails made their owner feel relaxed, and they danced on the face one by one.

Cherry-Chloe raised her other hand, wanting to touch Roland's face, but she curled it up in front of her and retracted it.

She stared at him for a long moment, examining him with great attention.

It seemed as if she could keep watching until the other person spoke.

Roland also enjoyed this moment of silence. After a while, she looked at the wall where there were no grasslands or mountains, and her passionate voice was full of longing:
"That was quite an adventure, Roland."

"Heaven..."

"Will there really be a castle?"

She was the daughter of a father, the wife of a baron.

She was already past the age of waiting, and did not expect a period of joy to come and then let the spark that would eventually set the prairie on fire ignite her unswerving heart.

As the rose withers, it will only repeat one sentence:

Let me go.

fortunately.

It is not too late for a gentleman who truly appreciates roses.

She was buried by him in the land in front of the castle, and she will rise higher and higher with the castle...

The invisible and intangible world beyond is so high that it traps the body and soul of the mundane world.

Roland sat in the empty reception room for a long time.

Until Cherry-Chloe smiled goodbye to her, turned around and disappeared at the end of the dim light.

(End of this chapter)