The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 750 Ch.749 The vent bucket

At this moment, someone who was in a good mood did not realize that he had lifted a stone that would smash his feet.

After listening to the sweet talk for a few minutes under the window, things were about to develop into another mode from sweet talk - Roland decisively chose to knock on the door, knocking with enough strength to wake up the whole street.

Puhu Collins swore.

"There are really bastards who dare to knock on my door at night for no reason--"

Crunch.

"…Roland?"

Old Collins rubbed his eyes and glanced out the door.

"Why do you always come back in the middle of the night?" He turned sideways and pulled the person in, but Roland felt that this scene seemed familiar.

This was what he heard when he first met his uncle.

"Yes, yes, it's really heartwarming, kid—" He rambled for a few words, then looked suspicious: "Did you do that on purpose?"

"What on purpose?"

"…nothing."

"Where's Yam?"

"I went to bed early."

"Rest in your room?"

But before meeting her, there is another person who holds a secret that is more important - Louis Heyman.

The mechanical drawings that Roland took away were part of their deal: with these things, he would know the true secret of the Holy Flame Path...

Then...

snort.

Roland imagined Enid's surprised face in his mind, and prepared himself early in the morning. He paid for a letter and called a carriage to go to the Ilet Art Association.

Louis arrived at noon.

He seemed a little busy recently and looked listless. His red hair, which was always loose and smooth like satin, became much more frizzy.

He was wearing a loose dress and looked dusty.

"If I had known you were so busy, I would have asked you out in five years."

"In terms of talking, you're not like me, but I'm like you, Roland." Louis was used to Roland's sharp tongue. He hung up his coat and walked around him twice. "You actually came back alive..."

"What is this called—"

There was a pause.

"Is it someone sent by the Heiman family?"

Although it was a question, Roland was almost certain.

"If the Heyman family had eight rings, some people would have more than just this little trouble." Louis observed him for a long time, but couldn't see where he was injured. Only then did he feel relieved and turned to the wine cabinet to choose what he wanted to drink today -

Actually.

If he possesses a special gift, or is a "saint" like a blade -

You can find that there is a trace on Roland's body that is about to disappear.

That's a curse.

Like an epidemic.

In the early stages, it is a wound that can be easily discovered.

When it heals, you'll have to see some of the best doctors.

"I have to apologize to you for this," he came over with two glasses of whiskey, "My brother is back... You should have seen him in Bristol."

The big guy with red hair.

What's it called...

"Cliff Heyman."

Louis sat down and drank the whiskey in the glass. Then he stood up and went back to the liquor cabinet to refill it.

"Why don't you bring the bottle over here?"

Louis: …

"I've been attending too many salons lately." He spread his hands. When he wasn't crazy, he seemed like a perfectly normal good man, a good friend, a young, handsome, and well-born marriage partner - but Roland knew what kind of person he was.

"Let's talk, Roland. In addition to an apology, I will compensate you for what you need - I hope you won't get angry with me about this matter, and don't reveal my brother's name, the secret that the Heyman family was involved in the attack..."

Roland held the wine glass with a strange look on his face: "Then you shouldn't have told me, Mr. Heyman."

"No, we still have cooperation. I won't lie to you." Louis pursed his lips and stretched his neck forward like a venomous snake observing its prey. "But you can also choose to tell Enid Jutia or someone else about this. This is your choice, the obligation of a friend and the right of an executive."

He leaned back and crossed his legs.

“The words you speak no longer belong to you.”

"You already know that."

Roland really didn't like dealing with this man and slowly put down his glass.

“I am not who you once were, Louis Heyman.

Maybe…

I guess you probably made the wrong choice in the past, so you still regret it today——

You think I am similar to you, with the same background and past, and the same fortune or misfortune of being forced to wallow in this prosperous and dirty pig nest of London.

You watch me, my destiny and my path, like a mouse in a maze...

Even though you don't show it obviously, you are indeed prepared to do this, right?

But I am not you, and I am not interested in your little game... Why don't you find a newspaper boy to sponsor you and see what he chooses?"

Louis Heyman almost clapped.

That's why he admired Roland.

Although this young man is not as smart as he once was, his intuition is sharper than his own.

If he is a dense mass of numbers, Roland is a distorted painting. They take different paths, but they all end up in the same place.

"I like this, Roland. If you're talented enough, you'll soon be faced with the same variety of choices I was faced with - and you can choose the side you prefer."

"Let me tell you what I would do," Roland also leaned forward so that he could see him clearly in his eyes: "You are not my lover, nor my friend, brother."

"If you ever play riddles again like my sister, I'll tell Enid that you took me into an empty house and undressed me."

"Do you think she'd tear your head off? Or maybe she wouldn't, for Heyman's sake?"

Louis Heyman's face froze.

Just hearing the name makes people feel uncomfortable.

“This is different from when I was young…”

the red-haired man muttered.

When he was young, he could fight with anyone for his dignity.

Roland...

It doesn't seem to be the case.

"A real man wouldn't do this... rely on a woman?" He grinned, with a hint of sarcasm in his words: "Do you expect her to protect you until the day you become an immortal?"

"That's not quite right, Mr. Heyman. It's 'by a woman who can tear your head off' - at least you have to live to see if I can become immortal."

Roland picked up the glass again and raised it towards him.

"I relied on women to survive the most difficult time for me. Whether it was my Yam or my sister, Mr. Heiman, I have seen real lunatics: desperadoes seeking excitement, and self-destructive people full of venom."

"But you're not."

"You are just someone who needs pity, but will do everything in your power to hate those who pity you..."

Roland curled his lips.

"Poor red-haired ant."

He admired the man's gradually distorted face, drank the whiskey in the glass, and stretched his body.

Wow.

Finally feel comfortable.

I want you and Yam to not ask me if I was safe along the way, if I had enough food and clothes...