The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 748 Ch.747 Hello, Newborn (Additional)

Jerez was furious.

He didn't understand why those who escaped the disaster would die under a shameless knife.

No.

It's not the knife that's shameless.

He took Roland with him, along with the dagger - in short, he would not be nice to Roland in the near future.

"Just let those two Holy Flame girls get mad at each other."

"Heres?"

"Who else could it be?"

Blade lit up the wrinkled cigarette, and held it between his lips in a sarcastic tone: "That is the real holy flame, the righteous 'sword' of the benefactor - in the morning, he would definitely leave with Keshihai... Oh, by the way, did you find out?"

She stared at Roland, then glanced at Chandel, who was leaning against the bed, reading a book by the oil lamp.

"What did you find?"

"Of course it was a miracle, Collins." The woman smiled obscurely, with some rare emotions flowing in her eyes: "The 'miracle' that pushed us away... Roland."

She pointed to her eyes and spoke softly.

“The Eye of the Benefactor has given me extraordinary insight. I can observe the fire of life, look directly at curses/epidemics, and even clearly see a person’s emotions and state under large enough aberrations…”

She crossed her legs and looked at Roland with a playful look on her face.

"It is a great miracle indeed. Is there a god of the sea who has a special regard for this ship—or for that blasphemer, Mr. Collins?"

Not to mention Roland's psychology.

When she mentioned the "Eye of the Benefactor", Shandel suddenly looked up from the book.

"Five rings?"

She asked.

"Six rings."

Blade replied.

"Eye of the Benefactor" is an ability gained by the fifth ring of "Saint".

This ring is called "Bonfire".

And the sixth ring.

Called "spiritual mentor".

Just by looking at the name you can tell what kind of power she will have.

"Sometimes, we always want to do something that seems right - but we know deep down that it is not right, it is just a compromise that looks right," she said in a light voice, but her eyes were curved like rainbows: "The sword of the benefactor..."

"Which executor has ever considered what the benefactor wants his sword to do? Is it the benefactor's wish, or..."

She suddenly sat up straight, her face serious.

"I almost forgot, there are two bastards who owe me gambling debts..."

The woman crushed her cigarette and rushed out of the cabin, slamming the door and leaving.

A few minutes passed.

“…Is this okay?”

Shandel closed the book.

"Risk yourself to be discovered, make a deal with the aliens, and release the blasphemer privately."

If the former is for the sake of survival, the latter is hard to explain.

Roland held his chin and stared at the flames that looked like bean sprouts in the glass cover. "We are a cult, a cult, Shandel. If we don't oppose the orthodox religion, can we still be called a cult?"

The gray-haired girl got off the bed.

Wearing soft shoes, he came to the desk.

He leaned over and hugged Roland.

"…But we also made a promise to each other. Any decision that will have a major impact must be heard by every member - you didn't let Rose and Halida know, nor did you ask for their opinions... This is what we agreed on before."

Shandel looked worried, but his voice was as firm as when his arm was broken.

"But, but. No matter what happens next... no matter what Rose says, I will stand by you, Roland."

"I approve of your approach, no matter how angry Rose gets."

Roland said nothing.

-

Maybe this is the kind of girl Miss Nina said she hated the most?

"That's correct."

-

Actually, Shandel is pretty cute.

"She spends all her time thinking about giving you sex. How can that not be cute?"

oh.

Speaking of which.

Roland suddenly remembered something.

"What were you going to do before the boat capsized?"

He turned around and the tips of their noses touched.

Shandel narrowed his eyes and said in a voice like a soft thread that penetrated one's ears: "Roland, my master..."

Acting like a spoiled brat won't work anymore.

"You probably don't know how painful it is to have your arm cut off?" Roland looked around, his eyes darting around the room, ready to choose a suitable weapon of judgment.

Shandel bit his lip and slowly knelt down.

She raised her face in the candlelight, her eyes filled with mystery.

"Now I want to know."

She said.

…………

…

Sailboats sailing towards the harbor are passing through the night.

Arriving at the port faster than it was another group of people - or rather another 'one'.

The faint green fireflies flickered in the phosphorescence.

At the most unpopular corner of the pier, apart from two shabby boats that were almost less useful than sampans, there were a few fat cats that had robbed the fishmongers and feasted on them before taking a lazily nap.

He emerged from the water with a splash.

then.

It was the sound of a cursing cat.

An old man with his head covered with algae and unidentified floating objects was thrown up rudely. After rolling in the mud, he was covered with condiments like a lamb chop about to be served.

"I knew he was more of a trouble maker than me."

The curly-haired girl who had been waiting for a long time spat out the toothpick and walked out from the shadows.

'****** (Siren language)'

"I don't understand what you are saying, you damn aliens. Roland made a deal with you, not me." Rose waved to Halida behind her and asked her to take out the dead fish from the basket and throw it into the sea. "Travel expenses."

The Sirens began to cry again.

Judging from his expression, it was probably a curse word.

Rose didn't care and kicked the 'corpse' that was still spitting bubbles.

"Get up quickly, we don't have much time. If you are seen, you will be hanged."

The scholar who vomited the black soup had bloodshot eyes.

He had just experienced an underwater adventure and had a first-hand experience of the daily life of fish: they swim too fast!!

seasick?

Dizzy fish.

"...I have to thank them. At least I have to thank this..." Darwin said while coughing and trembling, and stood up with the help of the kind maid: "...Thank these 'ladies'."

He didn't know what words to use to describe them.

"There's one called Helena."

Rose put her hands behind her back and pouted at the group of chattering weirdos.

"But I don't know which one it is—aren't they all the same?"

Darwin shook his head, thanked Halida softly, and asked her to let go of her hand that was supporting him.

He bowed deeply to the sea, thanking them for accompanying him along the way.

Helena just glanced at him, turned her head and dived into the water, splashing ripples that quickly faded away like the other sirens.

"Okay, great scholar, we have to leave."

Rose urged.

"I had other plans for tonight... How did you convince Roland?"

The girl walked briskly as she led the two towards the carriage in the night.

"No, ma'am. I was not aware that I had impressed Mr. Collins before this—before I asked?"

"Rose."

She said.

"Lillian Rose Vansittart... The one holding you is Halida. You don't have anywhere to go?"

Darwin responded softly.

He can't go home.

"I'll take you to a good place," Rose curled her eyes and smiled evilly, "a safe place where no one would dare to trespass..."

Darwin failed to detect the malice in the girl's words, and before leaving, he looked back at the sea connected to the night sky.

"…Mr. Collins."