The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 140 Ch.139 How to Eat Oysters

After leaving Fernandez's office, Roland turned back to the way he came.

Enid's office.

The deepest part of the courtroom.

He didn't know why he came here, and he didn't have anything to report to Enid.

But he always felt that he should come to see her.

Knock knock -

The door was not closed, but ajar.

"Come in."

Enid was also surprised by Roland's arrival.

She had changed into a thinner indoor skirt, a blanket, and gray stockings, and leaned against the sofa with her legs together. Her hair was wet and scattered, and her eyebrows and eyes lazily floated to Roland, and her usually cold face showed joy.

She didn't go home.

Or maybe this office is her home.

"Roland?"

"Madam."

Roland stood at the door for a while, but didn't hear Enid's invitation - usually, she would say "come quickly" or "come and sit down" and so on.

"Madam?"

This time, there was no response.

"... Enid?"

"Come sit here, Roland."

Roland:...

"In private, just call me by my name, Roland." She waited for Roland to sit over, and gave him half of the blanket - covering his shoulders.

The blanket was very small.

The two had to sit shoulder to shoulder.

Enid was very hot.

She didn't ask Roland why he came, and the two sat in silence.

Staring at the fire, or the wall, or the cross on it, or...

in a daze.

This silence should last ten minutes, or twenty minutes?

Neither of them spoke until Enid twisted her waist slightly and changed her position.

Then...

She gently leaned her head on Roland's shoulder.

Roland felt that all his muscles were tense.

"Where do you have muscles?"

-

Are you...looking for trouble?

"Oh, I learned a few words, and I used them well."

The two people's breathing accompanied the crackling of the fireplace.

This reminded Roland of that evening again.

He's getting a little hot.

"Why don't you go home and rest, Enid."

Roland's voice was so soft that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Because I have to show up here tomorrow, Roland. I'm a little tired."

She cluttered each word, mumbling like a baby.

This is in great contrast to the usual 'cold-faced judge' - especially since he just beat up two unlucky guys.

"…Tired?"

"…Um."

"You should rest more."

"…Um."

"You eat very little."

"…yes."

"Is love just talking nonsense?"

The two of them chatted one after another.

Each other's breathing did not cool down the throbbing, but instead made the heart furnace more vigorous.

"Roland."

"Um?"

"Have you ever fallen in love with anyone?"

The hot and moist breath tickled his neck unbearably.

"Of course, Enid." Roland exhaled slightly, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the cross on the wall: "My sister, I love her. Yam Jones, I love her. I love my uncle Pushu Collins who took me in and took care of me. I love Ms. Cherry Croy, and I love you and Fernandez."

"I feel and accept love, and I hope to return the same love to you."

When Enid's name was mentioned, the heat on his shoulder was slightly quickened for a moment.

Then, there was laughter.

"Many people saved you, Roland." She sighed.

When they first met, Enid could clearly feel that Roland was lonely.

Lonely, lifeless.

And as time passed, he became more and more lively.

"Roland."

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever fallen in love with anyone?"

This question was just asked.

Roland tilted his head slightly, his expression puzzled.

Enid: "No, Roland. I mean, the kind of love a man has for a woman."

"Maybe there are many, maybe not one."

Roland's answer was not satisfactory.

So, she slowly left his shoulder.

"You'd better not learn from Fernandez. The women in the red-light district are not clean, and there is no love. He is the "Holy Flame", and you are not."

"Fernandez...Captain?"

Roland was a little bit unbelievable.

Fernandez?

Captain?

A cunning, shrewd and strong man like a bear?

And the women in the red-light district?

Enid folded her hands and smiled: "I think you have reached the age where you should be curious. Don't accept his invitation-he likes to instigate this matter, and then take the responsibility and lead people to the red-light district..."

"Why, you can't imagine that your captain has such a side? "

Fernandez...

Roland then remembered that every time he took a carriage back to the pharmacy, Fernandez left in the direction - that was not the direction of the court.

He once thought that it was Fernandez's home.

Or he took advantage of the night to carry out some dangerous mission...

"To judge unclean women."

Roland:...

"I won't do that, Enid."

The woman's eyes were light, and she obviously didn't believe the words of a man who was tougher than steel: "You won't? If Cherry Chloe hadn't died early enough, I think you would have been entangled with that dirty bitch."

Roland frowned slightly: "Ma'am."

He didn't like to hear people slander Cherry.

But the person in front of her was Enid.

"'Madam'?" Enid raised her eyebrows: "I know you don't want to hear such words. But I want to tell you, Roland. What that woman did before was exactly to drag you into the whirlpool - this kind of A dishonorable and extremely shameless relationship will not only ruin your clothes, but also make people question your morals.”

"As Cherry Chloe, she shouldn't be that close to you."

Enid said.

"If she really considers you, she must at least kill Mingsi Chloe first and make herself a widow - but I don't think she has the guts."

Enid seemed to sense the complex emotions contained in Roland's silence.

He stared at her with those clear amber eyes.

Quiet anger, innocence and maturity.

Sharp contradictions are intertwined in the same pair of eyes.

"The dead are gone, Roland."

"She's not teaching you anything important and will only corrupt you."

She raised her chin slightly, and the brown, contemptuous lake water was frozen by the endless indifference into a hard thing that could not be broken.

He looked at her, and through the gap between their faces, there was only the silver cross on the wall.

"I am your judge, and I hope you will become better."

The woman whispered, getting closer and closer.

Getting closer and closer.

Breath bakes breath.

Roland did not dodge.

The cross is missing.

It was replaced by a very annoying flame.

"Everyone!"

"Have you ever had oysters?"

"It's much more interesting to talk about eating!"

"If you want to eat good oysters, first..."

"Of course, there are other ways to eat oysters, such as..."

The white flames still wanted to nag, but Roland gently waved them away.

He and Enid sat, and in the space between them they could once again see the silver cross on the wall.

The charming woman stretched her curled legs slightly.

She proved with her actions that she was absolutely capable of killing most of the charming women Roland had seen in the shortest possible time.

"There's nothing special about women, right?"

Her lips were shiny, similar to her eyes - watery.

There was clearly a desire as rich as wine in his brown eyes, but he was talking about something completely unrelated.

Some are cold, some are mean.

"This is nothing special."

She combed her hair covertly, and kept tucking the invisible strands behind her ears.

The long, scarred fingers trembled slightly, but his face remained calm.

She was a little nervous, her thick cotton socks with gray soles and no patterns were twisted, and the ten round diamonds hidden in her soft shoes were slightly buckled.

But if you don’t tell me about the shoes, no one will know.

"Next, what you have to face is the real one - the cultists who really control the power of the cradle of flesh and blood. You have to capture these villains who perform rituals, and even participate in those rituals yourself."

"I'm not worried about Fernandez and Crow, they are experienced, experienced and strong guys. I'm not worried about Xander Kratov either."

"But I don't want to see you..."

"I don't want to see my most promising executive indulge in physical and sensual addictions and become a slave to those cultists."

Her expression was calm, as if she had really just eaten an oyster, as if nothing had happened.

"so…"

so.

Roland pursed his wet lips.

"so…"

so.

"So I'll teach you in advance."

She raised her chin slightly, hiding her unnatural expression, and gave a convincing reason:

"Let me teach you in advance. As a presiding judge, I am responsible for the subordinates who I have high hopes for and have high hopes for. This is really not a big deal, what do you think?"

"Say you were distracted just now. Try it again."

Roland couldn't care less about it now.