The Secret Code of Monsters

#771 - Ch770 Half is winter and half is summer

Chapter 771 Ch.770 Half is winter and half is summer

The church does not have the ability to imprison Lady Enid's lovely little darling for too long, nor does it dare to do anything to our lovely little darling - when Fernandez was scratching his head in anxiety, Blade said this in a tone that was three parts teasing, two parts jealousy, and four parts slightly cold.

One point is left for Fernandez's math class, which is either dead or never lived.

It's not that Fernandez didn't believe her - since he learned that Lady Enid had a pure, spiritual love affair with Roland (he thought), many things, looking back, were like standing on the hills overlooking the plains.

He was just dissatisfied with Blade's choice of words.

What is 'cute little kiss'?

Such greasy, indecent words usually only appear between lovers - he means, between lovers who have mastered each other's temperature and size.

(Like him and his little Giles.)

Lady Enid would never have anything to do with Roland Collins.

at best.

Say a few sweet words, express your love to each other in a restrained and decent manner, and interact with each other at a social distance that does not cause shame.

Enid Jutia rarely left her office.

——Where else can they go to meet?

Fernandez thought he knew his presiding judge, and wondered if this "Ice" lady would embarrass Roland in private.

"If you continue to make up stories, I will have to report it to Lady Enid. You probably don't want to be beaten at the training ground on your day off."

'Did she beat me enough?'

'You don't know Lady Enid, Blade.'

'You don't understand women, Fernandez.'

'Who? I don't know women? Me? How could I not know? All-Father, you are like a carpenter who doesn't know what the stuffing is.'

'It's your ignorance, Fernandez.'

The facts turned out to be just as Dao Ren had expected (in every aspect).

Enid quickly went to the church to pick them up - the Maelstrom had no face to "protest" or demand "compensation": perhaps according to the original plan, they should go to the church to express their dissatisfaction with the Tribunal, but since those children rushed to the West District...

They still have some sense of shame.

"No, they don't."

Same location.

Before it was Cinder, now it’s Enid.

It must be said that the two ladies were highly consistent in terms of diet: she also brought Roland a lot of "snacks", even more abundant than what Cinder brought - in the detention room where he was supposed to be "ascetic", Roland was full every day.

The two ritualists who were guarding him also benefited from it. From "We have to let Miss Kratov in" to "When will Miss Kratov come?", it only took two lunch breaks.

"The people of the Maelstrom have no shame. Just like what they believe. These 'natures' who walk like wild beasts only care about dignity."

Enid hid two grey velvet socks under her skirt today, which not only drew lines and Roland, but also gave viewers a sense of familiarity...

Shandel wore a gray pair yesterday.

"dignity."

Roland raised his voice.

Now he understood how these people acted.

Roland had a strange expression on his face.

Because when the woman opposite was threatening me in a 'cold and heartless' way, I...

"I remember you promised me that you would not touch the Secret anymore unless necessary."

Roland gently closed his knees.

"I didn't promise you that."

Enid held her chin in her hand, not in the mood to talk - but the gray one seemed to be a tentacle of power that was determined to interfere in other countries' internal affairs, and it became as arrogant as possible.

One wave was as hard as a sharp knife, and the other was as soft as a palm fitting smoothly like wallpaper.

The table top was clearly visible.

"Enid."

"What's wrong? Roland Collins, my executive officer?" She looked impatient, and her voice lacked ups and downs, as if she had been forced out of her emotions, her voice was almost as cold as ice: "Why don't you continue?"

Roland was about to speak when he suddenly clenched his fists.

Closed again.

"It's not without cost that I take you out of this place - Collins, don't get into any more trouble recently."

She showed no reaction to Roland's angry look, and spoke each word at an equal pace.

Like a silent machine.

"Enid." Roland called her softly.

"You should call me Enid Jutia, or the Judge."

She replied.

The created sense of alienation is like ice in midsummer, imposed on an innocent iron table.

After years of being accustomed to thorns, sharp knives, hammers and wailing bloody chopping boards, I now have to examine the weight of life from another perspective.

And that lonely soul prism that lacks gentle protection can only endure the torture silently.

Only those with the greatest thirst for white blood are able to see it.

Enid naturally cherished every opportunity to look carefully or blindly.

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This is not the way female workers treat grapes, but another more sophisticated technique that requires a certain amount of talent to master in just a few times.

You need to have a heart that cares for others.

The ruthlessness of the interrogator is required.

It requires the patience of a hunter and the flexibility of a fisherman.

——When the thunder explodes silently on the amber lake, these "needs" will be condensed into a medicine that can eliminate stiffness through pushing and rolling.

It relieves anxiety and also invites sighs.

Just like the ominous premonition that actually came.

…

In the humid air of the detention room, the tide melted the ice.

Enid smiled as she picked up a piece of cheese with chopped nuts and stuffed it into the mouth of her beloved - the mouth of the man she loved, who was extremely rational and was thinking deeply about life.

“Boom.”

She tapped the table with her fingertips.

“It’s really exciting.”

Roland silently chewed the cheese that filled his mouth, wondering how violins could have different timbres, how taller buildings could remain stable, and what the world would look like in a hundred years.

Then he got angry.

"You didn't even lock the door."

It is great.

Enid bit her lip, Blade's words echoing in her mind.

When people face danger...

It will always be a little different from usual.

"This is a punishment, Roland. Who taught you to do such a thing?"

Enid pinched another ball of preserved fruit and stuffed it into Roland's mouth, like feeding a greedy squirrel, making his cheeks bulge.

Leaving him speechless.

"I should have locked you up in the courtroom and asked you to go to the logistics department to measure their clothing sizes..."

Roland moved awkwardly, and his voice came out from the gap between the food: "...They really attacked me."

"Oh, really?"