The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1069 (Ch.1068) - Choice
When Roland and his party arrived at Flower Street, the sunlight was no longer so glaring—the plan was this: to get from the church to the Collins Twin Houses (the name given by Sandel), they needed to pass through Flower Street.

They were able to pick up Deloz's sister along the way.

then.

Continuing on, they arrived at old Collins's place: their new house next door, where Harida would surely be waiting for him.

—To be honest, Deloz actually had other small 'requests' as well.

For example, he asked Roland to visit Daniel's workshop.

She worried about the artisans in the workshop, about her mentor, about Ms. Lovelace (if she happened to be there), and about Mr. Daniel, the workshop's owner.

pity.

Not on the way.

Roland would never make an extra trip in the opposite direction because of these people: he needed to go home to check on the safety of Jam and old Collins—though he had a servant who could 'jump', but… spare Harida's teeth.

then.

When the three men, posing as 'balcony thieves,' arrived at 'House of Fonseca,' this is what they found:
The door had been destroyed by the rats, and ashes covered the entire villa in circles.

The living room was littered with large sections of smashed 'wooden walls', and there were also many plants that were riddled with holes and had long since lost their 'vitality':

The soldiers appear to have been 'made on-site' from the villa's back garden—someone who had performed the high-ring ritual had been there.

At least a "Green Knight".

Roland instinctively shielded Sindel and Deloz behind him, gripping the long whip around his waist.

then.

They were "discovered" by a woman who resembled "Rose".

A small head at the top of the stairs.

They ran upstairs without looking back, making a fuss.

"Quick! Three people have come in!!"

"She looks a lot like Rose."
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I didn't even see what she looked like.

I'm not referring to appearance.

Roland trudged through sawdust and ashes, carefully avoiding the withered, broken roots of plants—and he asked Delos to do the same.

Sender was well aware of the "Undying Ones'" abilities and wouldn't underestimate these "dead" soldiers. She touched her purse, took out the last remaining oil, and poured it on the dead soldiers: if they ever stood up, it would be convenient for her to ignite the flames.

crunch.

Footsteps came from the corner of the stairs.

Someone grabbed the handrail and leaned half their body out.

It is a…

A man in his forties or fifties.

Her hairline receded too late, leaving a stubble.

"...We have no food, but we have a few guns that will definitely teach you a lesson!"

His blustering demeanor couldn't fool Roland—perhaps it could have, but he was clearly terrified.

In particular, when just an hour earlier, he watched helplessly as one ordinary plant after another swayed beside his little daisies, and then stood up, becoming soldiers that looked like living people…

“We don’t want food, and we don’t want lives, sir.”

Senna passed Roland, lifted her skirt, and slightly bent her knees.

“I am Kratofer, Shandel Kratofer. My friends Roland and Deloz and I are here looking for a lady—Gills Fonseca. Is she still here?”

As soon as the name was mentioned, many scattered footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Men, women.

A group of people rushed down the stairs.

The girls all knew Deloz, of course.

"Why didn't you say Deloz was back?!" Proll grabbed Daisy (Margaret)'s ear angrily—she had taught the most clever one to stand guard at the bottom of the stairs, precisely so that she could immediately know what was happening downstairs, who was there, or whether the mice had come in again.
Nonsense!
"Margaret!" "I didn't see you clearly... I didn't even recognize you, Delos." Margaret pushed past Sida in a fawning manner, took Delos's hand, and said in a sweet, affectionate tone, "You haven't been back for so long, and your face is covered in ash and blood—"

She wanted to say more, but Prol pulled her back into the 'group' the next second.

“Gilth has been ‘borrowed,’ Deloz.”

Proll said worriedly, “Two men. One is named Thackeray, the other Westwick—they insist that Gilles escort them to their lair…”

Old nest.

Roland pursed his lips, trying to suppress his urge.

but.

Sackley?
“That’s my friend, madam. May I ask why they insist on Ms. Fonseca ‘escorting’ her?”

Sender and Delos seemed to have guessed the answer.

The craftswoman was somewhat uneasy.

“Gilth, she…”

The girls looked at each other.

Finally, Proll spoke up: "Somehow she gained the ability to control rats... We can all testify that Gilles did absolutely nothing wrong—she used magic to kill the wicked, protect the wounded, and even allowed us to survive the attacks of these monsters..."

She was eager to explain, trying to be as thorough as possible about everything that had happened at the "House of Fonseca"—but Deloz became more and more agitated as he listened.

Although she and Roland hadn't known each other for long, she understood all too well what the courtroom was like.

"Roland..."

Roland shook his head: "Let's not talk about that now, ladies and gentlemen. This house is about to collapse—what are your plans?"

Intend?

After Theodore's soldiers died, these people had no more protection.

Of course they had to leave with Roland, wherever they went—the fact that these three were able to come to Flower Street to rescue Gilles Fonseca meant they had the 'magic' to move through the rats, right?
Yes, but not entirely.

Roland crossed his arms, walked to the side, reached into the broken glass of the liquor cabinet, pulled out a box of unopened cigars, and tore it open.

I took one out and sniffed it.

“Sander and I do have the power to protect Deloz, but it’s not inexhaustible—like bullets, gentlemen. For now, I can only escort three… no, no. Perhaps if I exert all my strength, I can escort five.”

How many of you are there?

Obviously.

The number of people present far exceeded that.

There are five single girls.

And what about the gentlemen?

This is going to be difficult.

Everyone knows that all the 'plant soldiers' have died, and the oil in the villa that could be used to start a fire is also gone.

Who can single-handedly wield a knife and fight off thousands upon thousands of swarming rats?

Stay.

That's equivalent to making a choice...

death.

Of course, if we really want to argue, we don't necessarily have to die.

Perhaps the Surveillance Bureau or other soldiers who obey the Queen will come to their rescue?
Perhaps the city government will make a decision immediately and, without wasting a second, order the soldiers to sweep through the East and West districts?
Perhaps they suddenly awakened during the disaster and became the father of all things, His ancestor without eyes?
The word 'maybe' is not a good word.

If a gunman says he's 'maybe,' you would never dare to put an apple on your head, right?
Roland's words were like a heavy hammer blow, not only making everyone's hearts buzz, but also leaving a blank silence after the sound passed.

The benefactor is above.

Rats could rush in from any direction at any time.

Who knows how far the government's aid will arrive—five spots, how will they be allocated?
(End of this chapter)