The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 557 Ch.556 Worship to Death

The invitation letter in Roland's hand obviously also functions as a 'pass'.

When he showed it to the waiter, he was quickly led in, passed through the bright marble-covered main hall, turned around a long corridor, and walked down the stairs step by step.

During this period, Roland had a few words with this cheerful and decent male waiter, about the 'services' that Nuoti Golden Lamp can provide, and the approximate cost of enjoying it here——

Frankly speaking, even though his net worth had already exceeded 100,000 pounds, Roland felt his teeth aching when he heard the various and complicated 'levels'.

The ‘purpose’ of consumption between men and women is different.

Their hobbies are also different.

It's hard to imagine that when this good-looking male waiter politely tells you that they can provide women of all types, the next sentence is, 'We can also provide well-trained hunting dogs or thin but... Strong enough pig'.

pig?

"You mean you have the best chef in London?"

The male waiter glanced at Roland, with the standard smile still on his face: "No, sir. That's not for eating."

he said.

"We generally only offer it to the most elegant ladies."

Roland:......

Not for eating?

Roland's reason told him that it was best not to ask further questions.

The waiter could obviously tell that this young gentleman had little 'experience', and judging from his appearance, it was difficult for him to become a high-end customer of Nuoti Golden Lamp - but... he couldn't tell for sure.

The real customers are not in the face.

"Do you like horses?"

He suddenly spoke.

"Sorry?" Roland turned his face, as if he didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"Horse." The male waiter said with a smile: "A strong, fat and strong one, and the fur can touch it——"

"If I say I can't ride a horse, you have to tell me, 'That's not for riding,' right?" Roland nodded his cane and stopped at the top of the stairs.

They would make a half-circle from here and then continue inward.

"certainly."

The male waiter said softly: "It was clear to me as soon as I saw you that your status is absolutely noble. I think if you are willing to try some extraordinary experiences... the Nuoti Golden Lamp can fully meet all your requirements."

Not only did he spend a minute describing the benefits of horses (forgive me I can't talk about them here), but he also asked Roland that if one day he wanted to try more "interesting" things, he must seek his services.

Including 'blasphemy'.

——When he said this, he originally wanted to stick to Roland and hold his arm.

But the inadvertently flapping palms, the cold amber eyes, the metallic sound coming from his waist... all hinted that he should choose every next step carefully.

He chooses his own life.

"It seems that you like something else." The smile on the male waiter's face was still bright: "No matter what, the Nuoti golden lamp can satisfy you. Sir, life is short..."

At this time, Roland suddenly asked him a question that he had been curious about for a long time.

“How much money would I make per week if I worked at Noti Golden Light.”

Waiter:?

"gentlemen?"

This time it was his turn not to hear clearly.

"Let me tell you." Roland paused and turned his head to let him see him clearly: "If I come to work at Nuoti Golden Lantern, how much will my weekly salary be?"

The male waiter couldn't hold back his smile and had a strange expression: "...Why do you, people like you, come to work here?"

"Just ask."

"...I dare not tell you this." The waiter shook his head, "It depends on where you work."

"Noti's golden lamp, your golden lamp."

"No, sir. I mean, which floor, which hall."

He didn't come up with a number in the end, but he promised Roland one thing.

"Excuse me for being rude, sir. Since I started working, I have never seen anyone like you in the Nuoti Golden Lamp... not even in the whole of London. For someone as good as you, unless the father of all things is blind, otherwise..."

The waiter shook his head repeatedly.

In his opinion, as long as a man with Roland's appearance can endure suffering...

No.

This is just a joke.

If there was such a beautiful thing, I'm afraid it would have been ruined in half a month.

You know, it's not just women who are really interested in beautiful boys.

"Shall I talk to you about 'horses'?"

"You'd better talk to me about how far it is." Roland sighed: "You should put a few carriages in the hall and divide them into different grades. I think it will be another income."

The waiter smiled again: "That's a good suggestion, sir."

Ms. Natalie's box is underground.

As the environment became more and more gloomy, Roland found that the expression of the male waiter beside him became more solemn and he spoke less and less - he seemed a little nervous, and every step became stiffer than before.

When stepping down the last step.

The waiter finally spoke tremblingly.

"...Sir, we are here."

He didn't wait for Roland to reply, and lowered his voice as if pleading: "...You just need to turn a corner. This floor belongs to Ms. Natalie all year round. Sir, please turn a corner, just turn a corner -"

He was unwilling to continue leading the way.

"I promise you will turn a corner..."

Roland has heard some strange sounds.

So, a coin was turned out.

"Thanks."

The male attendant fled.

When Roland turned the corner and the flames in his eyes blew through the empty and cold flat floor, he finally understood why the waiter was unwilling to lead the way.

This was the first time he had seen such a scene.

A fat woman...

No.

To be precise, a fat lump of a woman sat on the farthest hollow chair.

Same.

Like a horse.

Roland really couldn't describe what was happening in front of him.

He could only say that there were indeed many male servants here.

Chasing the hollow chair.

At the same time, there were also some women hugging incomplete and even flesh-ripped corpses -

Those cold and stiff corpses, even those that were not in human form, were like the most handsome and hot theater actors of the moment, being hugged by well-dressed ladies, talking softly, as if they could really answer.

The amazing thing was.

These corpses did not stink, but the whole floor was filled with an indescribable medicinal fragrance.

"Worship the dead."

-

What?

"These living people, the men and women in front of you."

"The 'Elegy' of the Ring of Eternal Silence is good at cursing and manipulating spirits. The 'Dead Bones' are even better at making zombies. Roland, what do you think is the simplest 'immortality'?"

-

Would anyone be so stupid?

"You saw it with your own eyes."

When Roland's footsteps sounded, the whole floor of 'sweetness' stopped for a moment.

The 'meat pile' squinted his triangular eyes that were squeezed painfully and looked over, his voice was as sharp as a whistle flowing on the tip of the tongue.

She let them busy, opened and scratched without hesitation, and looked at Roland in the busyness and greeted him.

"My mentor said that Enid has a troublesome subordinate."

The voice was unexpectedly young.

"What a coincidence."

Roland took off his hat and put it on his chest.

"My chief judge also described you in this way."