The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 623 Ch.622 Mad Dog’s Little Thoughts

Xander House.

Second floor bedroom.

Halida, who felt that she was 'sinful', served Xander all day long.

Although she said it was just a minor injury and it would be fine in a few days.

Rose was impatient and comforted Hallida for a long time, adding that Xander made his own decision and she deserved it. After a few rounds, he saw that Halida had no reaction, so he left her alone, patted her butt and ran back home.

On this side, Halida was extremely remorseful for her actions.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

She was not angry after being deceived by the two people, but instead felt a lot more guilty - she thought it was all her fault.

Because she doesn't meet the conditions to join, but she insists on asking others to help...

This resulted in Miss Xander being injured.

If she hadn't made such a request, this wouldn't have happened.

"What are you sorry for?" Xander smiled and pushed aside Halida's hanging hair: "Isn't this what we agreed?"

she whispered.

"That day, I gave you a chance to become a ritualist. Later, you insisted on coming to my door..."

Xander tilted his head: "Don't you want me to agree, want me to help you, and want to do everything possible to help you, Lord Collins?"

"Don't you want to join the "tea party"? "

Xander looked straight at her, making her feel a little frightened.

Halida turned her face slightly.

"...You...are hurt."

"I'm not hurt. I'm afraid the thief won't believe it. You see, people who are slow-minded are always like this." Xander took the water glass handed by Halida, holding it with both hands, smiling like he had just bought candy. Happy as a girl with a ball.

But Halida would never think so.

"I promised you, but I didn't say what method I would use."

Xander squinted her eyes like a cat warmed by the sun, her gray hair hugging her little face. She was like a child recovering from a serious illness and regaining its vitality, asking for people's sympathy and love: "This is so simple, and it can be so easy and peaceful." That rude dealings…”

Xander only made a bet with Rose, and strongly expressed that he did not want Halida to join the tea party.

This was successful.

She just likes to go against her.

"But…"

Halida didn't understand why Xander did this.

She has no rewards to match.

Just a dog…

What use are dogs?

"You joining the tea party is the best reward for me, Miss "Rabid Dog". "

Xander was not surprised by Halida's question.

She stroked the black satin hanging down to one side, raised her palms, and passed her thumb across her trembling eyelids.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, they are very similar to Roland's."

she murmured.

Ever since Xander found out that Halida had the potential to become a ritualist, he would never object to her joining - she had different pursuits from that savage and shameless thief.

Roland needs more obedient people to push him upward...

How can a second ring compare with the Father of All Things?

He must at least become an immortal in order to truly replace the radiance that is called the creation of the world but that no one can save...

His master couldn't just be a second-level ritualist.

Otherwise, why doesn't he die?

"My Roland is indispensable without the help of a gentle, considerate and courageous ritual performer... Halida," Xander looked at her quietly and said in a sincere tone: "Look, I was injured and broke my bones. All of this All just so that you can help him in the future, my efforts will be rewarded - you will, right? "

Hallida was dumbfounded: "...I don't know yet...do you know whether Mr. Collins will...will...will..."

"As long as you help, he's willing."

Xander smiled affectionately, lowered his arms with some difficulty, and gently squeezed Halida's slender palm: "We can't live without you..."

Halida pursed her lips: "Miss Rose..."

"That's not cheating," Xander blinked: "I have no fundamental conflict with Rose. She probably just wants to get into Roland's bedroom and do that disgraceful thing - I never pursue this kind of ordinary, ordinary Simple meat, Halida, I long for the road ahead of him to be extremely smooth..."

"You want to repay him, don't you?"

The smile on her childlike face grew deeper and deeper, even making Halida feel uncomfortable.

"Then repay him well..."

"A loyal dog is more valued and trusted by its owner than an uncontrollable lover who always has his own ideas..."

Xander pulled Halida's arm into his arms and pulled her towards him.

"I guess I know what you want."

"You ambitious dog."

She leaned over the calm rabid dog's ear and whispered a spell:

"but."

"Like this time, next time, every time."

"I will help you..."

The Holy Cross has the power to confuse people.

The saints they selected knew this well.

Halida lowered her eyelashes and twitched her ears in the hot air blown by the dog trainer.

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The old butler, who had been waiting for a long time, was waiting outside the gate of the manor with two male servants, his hands behind his back.

After his lady jumped down from the carriage, cleared her throat pretending to be reserved, and tenderly bent her knees, he quickly stepped forward.

"You are finally back!"

Rose lamented: "Who made my lover dislike me and kick me out of the house?"

Tom was stuck.

Then, he sighed heavily.

In the old man's opinion, the girl's temperament was more and more like the master's when he was young, even to the extent of being exactly the same - although he did not believe that this child was really James Shelley's lost daughter...

He had lived for so many years and had long understood one truth.

There are no coincidences in this world.

- He did not mean those who were wrong, but a real and perfect fate.

It's just that Lillian Rose Vansittart's origin is really vague, and her past before she and 'Diamond' Anne arrived in London is difficult to find out, especially this may only be known by the dead diamond.

Old Tom also didn't understand why his master believed that this child was his daughter.

To be honest.

If possible, he even hoped that Mr. Shelley would treat Lillian as an adopted daughter, so that she could rely on Shelley and still travel freely in London - it was better than being disappointed one day.

As for driving her out, or more 'serious' means...

Old Tom had never thought about it.

Although he was a ritualist, he did not walk the path of "no feelings".

These days, he gradually fell in love with this lawless girl.

"Always come back before nightfall..."

Old Tom kept chattering: "This is not in accordance with the rules, nor decent. You are not married yet... No, no, no, I mean, it is not okay even if you are married."

He found that the pair of green eyes beside him lit up for a moment, and hurriedly made up:

"After getting married, your husband will worry about you. Miss, although the master is not willing to teach you to be a "qualified lady", you can't be too..."

Old Tom moved his lips, but did not say the word.

"Don't let the master worry."

Rose stretched: "I bet Mr. James is not worried about me at all. The one who is worried is you, Tom."

Indeed.

The master did not even ask where the lady went.

'A person who has been hanging out with diamonds on the streets since childhood can make a name for herself, and she is also a woman - she doesn't need you to worry. '

How can Old Tom not worry.

On the one hand, he was afraid that this bad-tempered girl would offend someone she shouldn't. On the other hand, he didn't want to see Rose doing whatever she wanted all day, and when the truth came out, it would bring shame to the Shelley family.

As James Shelley's housekeeper, his considerations were not unreasonable.

It's just that Rose never made sense.

"Have you heard about the ceremony I asked you to inquire about last time?"

Old Tom raised his eyes: "Your ring-raising ceremony has been prepared long ago..."

Rose: "I'm talking about Harida."

Old Tom was unhappy: "A slave..."