The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 785 Ch.784 Angry to death

Yolanda.

Real name unknown.

There was no father with a lame leg, no mother with missing front teeth—not even 'Yolanda':

From the Master she served.

An oriental 'noble lady'.

"As servants go, you are braver and more loyal than any I have ever met—though my Halida is no worse."

The man used his index finger to play with the black hair on the side of his face out of boredom. His slightly cold eyes were like a bronze mirror that was always clean.

His upper lip is slightly upturned, his nose is high, and the eyeball pendant under his ear dangles back and forth, adding a touch of laziness and romance to this unrestrained and showy oil painting.

My nails always accidentally touch the earrings.

Ding-dong.

This annoyed Yolanda greatly.

"go out."

She tucked her chin in.

"Thanks to you, I missed the best opportunity." She was unsympathetic and even ungrateful. She knew that he had saved her, but she couldn't talk to him properly. "You are all birds of a feather."

"What?" Roland tilted his head.

There is a very obscure word in it.

Yolanda scoffed, "Barbarians."

Roland: ...

"I'll never lose to a foreigner in this area. Miss Nina, tell me what this word means."

Roland turned his head and stared at the empty corner of the room.

"Oh... I know, I know... No, you have your own ideas, don't say that. Okay, I get it..."

It was Yolanda's turn to be silent.

This person…

Are you crazy?

"It means 'we are both bad guys', right?" Roland was a little proud, and fiddled with the earrings with his fingers: "You are quite creative, Miss Yolanda."

"I didn't create it, barbarian."

“Your teacher is quite creative.”

"It's not my teacher, Ts'ao—I shouldn't be talking to you."

Roland held his knees and leaned forward, looking mysterious: "I know a friend who also speaks your language..."

Yolanda's eyebrows jumped, and her slanted eyes quickly swept across the hateful face, then she lowered her chin and pretended not to care:

"There are all kinds of colors in London, that's normal."

"She comes from another world, or another beautiful future..."

What is this person talking about?

"I will go find her one day."

Yolanda listened to his crazy talk and gradually frowned.

"When I get to Gaohuan... I know you don't want me to take risks, Miss Nina. But you can't control me now, right? I have the ability and a lot of helpers..."

He began speaking again to the empty corner.

Yolanda grew colder as she listened.

She was a little scared.

"Pretending to be crazy and stupid can't cover up the sins flowing in your blood," the girl said sharply, trying to pierce the terrifying atmosphere with it: "Your conspiracy and tricks are ultimately in vain..."

Roland curled his lips and yawned.

"Do you smoke cigars?"

Yolanda stared at him in silence.

"Can I smoke?"

"cannot."

"Okay..." The frustrated man quickly took out a cigarette and lit it, blowing an irregular little smoke ring at her: "But I insist on smoking, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Yolanda: ...

"You have been angry for a long time, young lady. What kind of anger can make you like an everlasting flame?"

The girl took a few deep breaths.

Facing herself in the amber mirror, she silently clenched her fists.

"Hatred and blood. Hatred and blood you will never understand."

She said.

"Your empire is shameless, cruel, and inhumane. Your soldiers slaughter our people, your merchants empty our pockets and sell us addictive drugs - now you ask me, why do you have such a burning heart?"

"If I could, I would turn into an everlasting fire and burn every inch of your land."

Her voice was unusually steady.

When hatred penetrates the flesh and blood, it is thoroughly branded into the bones.

There is no need to shout at the top of your lungs.

"I see."

Roland nodded.

"The Empire sells you ointments in exchange for gold pounds."

"It's silver."

"Whatever it is, it's poisoning the people. So, you and your master sneaked onto a ship and crossed the sea, intending to kill the source of all this - our majesty."

"Did I miss something?"

Yolanda gritted her teeth and forced out a ferocious smile: "No. My lady died in your dungeon that never sees the sun, so I naturally want to avenge her and everyone else..."

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Roland saw only a glimpse of the horror of the ointment.

The owner of the name Yolanda, the 'Miss' she calls her is a victim of this thing - her father squandered all the family wealth and ended up in a miserable situation.

And at first.

Just to relieve the pain.

then.

The maid put on the dead lady's clothes.

"Yoram ben Bertrand, is that the name you got?"

"The young lady found out."

Yolanda glanced at Roland and said in a hoarse voice, "There is a man named Basotai who cooperates with him. Apart from your 'big company', this man has the largest fleet..."

Yoram Ben Bertrand.

Basotai.

Roland said he remembered.

"Remember? You want to sell me for a good price? Why not give me a rope? If I meet other people, I will tell them immediately that you are all cultists! You are all criminals! Criminals who took me in!"

Roland said, "Even so, I won't give you the rope," and blew several continuous, irregular smoke rings at her.

Yolanda was so angry that she started cursing.

"I don't quite understand. Assuming you don't want to, why don't you resist?"

"How do you know there isn't one?"

She sneered.

"You are good at using strange tricks. You rely on your powerful ships and cannons to do things without restraint... God will punish you sooner or later."

"Let's not talk about the idea of ​​heaven, Miss Yolanda. Are you saying that your guns and ships are not as powerful as ours? I don't really understand - what about the ritualists? You don't have ritualists?"

Yolanda said of course.

But they are not called 'ritualists'.

Called Warlock.

“It doesn’t sound good.”

"What qualifications do you have to judge us?"

She found that this man's brain was indeed a little abnormal - to be honest, this man was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life...

But unfortunately, he is a fool.

"So... okay. Why don't your 'warlocks' resist? For example, cross the sea, sneak into London, and get something explosive, especially in the West End--"

“Find a festival where people take to the streets…”

“Boom…”

Yolanda: ?

She began to doubt the man's position.

"Because warlocks rarely use ointments directly, they all use 'purified' ones - just like what you adults use. Drinking a few sips occasionally won't cause any big trouble."

Yolanda took a deep breath.

"Besides."

"Warlocks have bodies that are different from ours."

"They are stronger, like bears, like tigers. They are not afraid."

Roland blinked and said, "Then you can find a warlock who is willing to resist... For example, among the people—"

Yolanda was completely devastated.

"I told you!! Common people are not allowed to touch magic!!"