The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 729 Ch.728 From the Sea

The north wind tore away the fog.

Revealing the black ridges that Silver Moon had repeatedly rubbed.

The schooner had taken off its whalebone skirts for dignified occasions and swayed dryly with the sound of bones hitting the waves.

There was no meshing of capstan chains, the mumbling of tax collectors, the clinking of brown wine bottles, coughing and swearing, the muffled thud of ballast stones, and the creaking of worn leather boots stepping on wooden boards eaten by shipworms - the quiet harbor had even long been replaced by the salty smell of tea.

Chandel and Roland were like two ghosts who had just ascended to heaven, talking about their feelings in the frosty mud.

"It would be great if there were only the two of us in the world."

Shandel was satisfied.

She was so happy today that she lost her manners and walked away at the port like a butterfly, holding up her skirt.

Round and round it went.

"Just the two of us."

She said.

"You only have me, and I only have you."

Roland lags behind slowly, like a newlywed husband admiring his beautiful wife, all the fabrics on her body or the beauty of her surroundings are just the background to set off her soul - the real bright subject is constantly moving, moving happily, leaving no chance for any painter.

Her long gray hair was loose, and each strand had its own happy thoughts in the sea breeze.

"Make a big coffin," Roland stroked the rusty railing, pulled it towards his abdomen, and leaned towards the sea. "Make a coffin that can hold you and me. Then, it will be just us."

The laughter stopped for a few seconds.

The footsteps came from far away.

He stopped behind Roland, stretched out his arms, and wrapped them around his waist.

His face slowly moved closer.

“…I don’t want to kill you, Roland.”

"You do that a lot."

"If you always meet the standards, you won't die. How normal it is."

"It's more like what Randolph said: If these poor people work harder, they can have enough food and clothing and become rich - what a common truth."

The girl behind him wrinkled her nose and muttered, "...God, you gave me life, so can you make Roland Collins only me?"

A muffled reply came from the front.

"Mr. Darwin gave you a slap in the face."

Shandel chuckled and walked around to Roland, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

The moonlight is gentle.

"When it's six rings, eight rings, ten rings, Roland, you are still mine."

Roland moved his palm and grasped the smaller and softer one.

"Until the end of the story, I am."

"So, it'll just be me, okay?"

"Look at that big moon."

Shandel: ...

He puffed his cheeks unhappily, then smiled again: "I think you will be more popular in the future - I mean, one hundred people, one thousand people, ten thousand people."

Roland gets annoyed when this matter is mentioned.

"Why do you have to do this?"

“I’m trying a possibility.”

"What is possible?"

“A possibility you won’t know until you try it.”

"What kind?"

“You’ll know once you try it, but it’s just a possibility.”

"What kind of Ke-Shandel."

The girl looked mischievous.

It was only in this quiet time after ascension that she revealed her childish side to Roland alone - the gentle side, or the side without a mask.

She was about to stand on tiptoe to kiss her again, but the man looked slightly stiff.

"Hush."

He heard a voice.

"Oh! My compatriots are coming!"

"Oh my! The monster is coming too!"

'oops!'

'Hey - don't eat your saliva!'

The fireworks that came with the waves had a special ups and downs.

In a gap.

Next to the moss-covered stone steps.

The black sea water surged.

That is…

A slightly odd face.

"…When the heavy rain continued on the fifteenth night, all the lenses were covered with a layer of salt crystals."

As he got closer, Shandel's voice flowed smoothly.

"The sailors shouted and pointed to the left side of the ship."

"Follow your line of sight."

"Some lithe, pale creature darted through the crests of the foam—a creature of decidedly non-human proportions: more than eight feet from pubic bone to collarbone, with a chest as wide as the most robust of men."

"The scaly tissue covering the epidermis has a sickly iridescent pearly color under the moonlight, resembling a mixture of foam and mucus."

"Their hair is as unique as their bodies."

“Like seaweed, like horsetail, soft and fuzzy like a jellyfish.”

"From the armpit down to the waist, there is a smooth phosphorescent layer."

"Their eyes are slightly wider apart, and their pupils are covered with a soft membrane similar to that of deep-sea fish. Their ears are glued to their skulls, but otherwise they look not much different from humans. If you stare at them closely, you might even develop a strange preference for them..."

"'Life or death', these words appeared in our minds at the same time - whether drunk or sober, desperate or hopeful, we looked at each other and knew with our eyes that this was not an illusion before death."

"born."

"We say."

"I don't think anyone would shout 'I want to die' - I'm afraid that in the next second, he would be thrown into the raging waves by everyone."

"'Live', the voice in my head repeated, 'Live', 'I chose to live' - the overlapping voices said."

"'What in return?' they urged, 'What in return for life?' -"

“We say, use everything.”

"Ten minutes... or seven or eight minutes. I can't tell exactly how long it lasted. Anyway, these magical creatures, as beautiful as luminous jellyfish, came in groups in the rainstorm and led us through the bumps and escaped death..."

“It’s a miracle that cannot be described.”

"Twenty-seven days later."

"We are on dry land again."

"We reported this to Holy Cross and discussed privately what exactly we had 'changed' for - what did the voice give us in return for the hope it brought us?"

"I'm not going to set foot in the ocean again, and I don't have to make any deals, am I?"

"Thirty-three days."

"I have pneumonia."

"The thirty-seventh."

"I saw many doctors but I was still not well. My wife said my breath had a terrible stench - fishy, ​​rotten fish."

"For some reason, I started to be fond of food from the water, including fish, shells, algae or shrimps and crabs..."

"Forty days."

“I like water.”

"Forty-five days."

"A voice is calling me..."

With the heel paused.

The story of Shandel has also come to an end.

"He died on the fiftieth day. His body was covered in ulcers and a kind of aquatic maggots grew. His toes were glued together, his teeth fell out, and his skin oozed a special oil -"

"From the 27th chapter of the Inquisition's Alien Creatures Atlas, "About the Siren."

The head glowing fluorescently in the waves looked somewhat dissatisfied.

"We are not like this."

Her voice was the same as what Roland heard.

Sharp and crisp, like the voice of a child who has not grown up.

Her face and body were not much different from what Shandel had described—especially, she did conform to human aesthetics.

It’s just that the distance between the eyes is a little farther.

"Broken, oath."

She seemed unwilling to talk to Cinder any more, and tilted her head to look at Roland.

"Compatriots!"

She yelled, waving behind her.

"I brought my mother, my elder sister, my younger sister, and myself."

She said.

"You can, with anyone you like, Jiao Pei——"

Click.

Shandel drew his gun.