The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 97 Ch.96 Dancer's Mask
Speaking of unjust death, the maid also thought that the "treatment" was not normal.

The young maid's name was Lavia Hattie, and she told Roland a lot about Cherry-Chloe's life and what happened between her and her husband.

Some of the details caught Roland's attention.

"You mean, the lord was particularly 'fond' of his wife some time ago?"

The maid nodded.

She said that normally the master never asked about his mistress's trivial matters.

But during that period, he not only returned home before dinner every day, but also had dinner with his wife - he even frequently went to the kitchen to discuss with the chef how to improve the dishes...

To be more to Cherry-Chloe's liking.

"The master has really put a lot of effort into Madam's health during that period. He has even lost weight."

The maid seemed to have mixed feelings about the lord.

In her words, she somewhat accused Mingsi Chloe of being indifferent to his wife, but she did praise him for the way he had been taking good care of his wife in the past.

"…We spread the word privately that it was the Father of All Things who awakened the master's conscience." After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that it seemed that she shouldn't tell this to a black crow, so she waved her hand hurriedly: "I just said that the master is very good to the lady!"

Roland smiled and pointed to his ear: "I didn't hear what you said clearly, Miss Heidi."

"Please show me around the kitchen."

Mince Chloe…

Roland didn't believe that the cone-faced man would have any kindness towards Cherry. He would rather think that he went to the kitchen to gamble with the chef.

kitchen…

What is he doing in the kitchen?

This doubt was solved the moment Roland stepped into the kitchen.

——Those were the bottles of seasonings used by the male chefs. On the powdered jar rack, a particularly different glass jar that was slightly larger than a thumb caught Roland's attention.

Because "nostalgia" was triggered.

He saw some visions:
Male and female servants coming and going, boiling soup, radishes and raw meat, some gossip, laughter and crying, stories that happened in the kitchen...

And the one who is the owner but looks around like a thief...

Mings Chloe.

He took out a thumb bottle from his pocket, carefully squeezed the colorless liquid into the water tank specially provided for the master, and dripped it into the soup pot for dinner.

One drop every two days.

"gentlemen?"

The maid called from behind.

Roland quietly put the small bottle into his pocket while touching other bottles and jars, and asked casually:

"I heard that His Excellency seems to have a sweet tooth..."

The maid replied, "Master does have a little 'sweet' hobby. He often entertains guests with sponge cakes and apple pies. Look at these sugar jars - oh, and Mr. Wilson, he loves to sprinkle nuts on his apple pie."

Speaking of this, thinking of her mistress, the maid couldn't help but fall into sadness.

"I miss my lady..."

Roland was silent.

…………

……

After leaving Chloe's house, Roland went straight to the courtroom.

Fernandez was not there, and he was met by Enid - the elusive judge who had not met Roland for a long time.

She was leaning on the sofa, wearing a dark green cashmere blanket and a slightly loose robe.

It was still the same graceful look that Roland remembered.

She was staring at the crackling fireplace when Roland knocked on the door and came in.

"grown ups."

The woman turned her head and a smile flashed across her face.

"Don't be like Fernandez, Roland. You're not like him."

"we are the same."

"You are the only one who is different from them. Come here quickly."

She motioned for Roland to sit down, then leaned lazily and poured her a cup of tea. "…You did a good job last time. What reward do you want? Gold pounds, rare items, or knowledge?"

Roland thought that he did nothing in the last mission. He just watched the whole process and blackmailed someone.

But speaking of aliens...

“What do we get?”

Enid yawned and pushed open the wooden box next to the candlestick - the bone mask lay quietly inside.

"It's been checked. We call it... the Dancer's Mask."

As Enid spoke, the flames in Roland's sight began to condense into words.

……

"Name: Dancer's Mask"

"Type: Strange Item (Exotic)"

"The product of a highly concentrated mystery."

"The alien species that came to my house on a rainy night is a sexless humanoid creature born from the dancer's wishes."

"It usually wears a black suit and knocks on the dancers' doors in the evening."

“‘Want to learn a dance?’ it would ask.”

"After wearing this mask, you can make your body perform many incredible movements like a skilled dancer. It also slightly increases your physical strength."

"The wearer will experience an lingering urge to dance that becomes stronger and stronger with longer wear."

"Until he dances to his heart's content."

"Note: Please do not use it on the streets, in battle, while sleeping, in the bathroom, or in front of people you care about."

……

Enid picked up the mask and held it against her face.

"It's a slight increase, and the 'price' is not high. How about it, do you like it?"

Enid pretended to hand the mask to Roland.

"If you like it, just consider it as a reward for this time."

Roland didn't know what kind of reward the Inquisition would give for discovering and killing an alien species and handing over a rare item - but judging from his own gun, Spider Kiss, this mask was worth at least eight hundred pounds?

(Spider Kiss is a crushing discount on top of discount).

But it was obviously unreasonable to be rewarded with 800 pounds for a task in which he played no role.

"This thing?"

Enid shook the mask and forced it into Roland's hands.

"Don't be silly, Roland. This thing is only worth fifty pounds. I asked Fernandez and other executives, and the highest offer they made was only forty-seven pounds."

Seeing that Roland didn't understand, she patiently explained to him:

"You know, the interference it emits, what does it mean?"

"It's okay for low-level ritualists, but it's a huge problem for high-level ritualists."

"You don't know the cost of us suddenly dancing while we are performing a ritual that cannot be interrupted."

"This thing looks good, but it's actually worthless. Any ritualist who has performed a grand bathing ritual would not look down on this tiny increase in value."

"It's far inferior to your Spider Kiss."

"If it were really expensive, I'd make you owe me some money. But this useless thing is just..."

Enid waved her hand in disdain.

"take it."

"I will withhold a small portion of your paycheck each week, or cancel your reward for your next mission, until it is paid off."

Fifty pounds...

If it was only fifty pounds...

The ring-up ceremony requires rare items, but there is no channel to purchase them right now.

He needs it.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Enid looked tired.

She didn't like to hear Roland thank her, so she waved her hand to signal him to skip the topic: "Do you have something to do with Fernandez?"

(End of this chapter)