The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1089, Chapter 1088: The Fourth Ring
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Title: The Story (Fourth Ring Road)
Genre: Fantasy
"Description": We meet again, Creator.

Arriving at the Fourth Ring of Fantasy will grant you the power to write stories and project and transform creatures—you can invite creatures from your stories to visit the Awakening World, provided, of course, that the story itself has enough "influence".

It has to be a good story, right?

It should be noted that there are indeed limitations on the number and quality of 'guests', and during their stay, the Creator bears all their expenses.

what?
Do you want to have lunch inside the story?
A commendable imagination, but not now.

Note: Do you remember the curse that came from the sea?
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Roland took the apple Enid offered, and before him floated a white section of water that seemed to be deep in the ocean.

He leaned against the soft cushions, with a blanket covering his legs.

As for the others…

The adjutant had nothing left.

He now felt a strange sense of dislocation: it was as if he were one of the girls in the lewd stories Fernandez had told him—he had become the pitiful character, while the woman with her legs crossed and bright red nail polish stood to the side…

I was humming a song and happily peeling an apple for him.

Her happiness is visible.

For example, that indoor shoe that wasn't properly fulfilled and was left hanging on its toes, dangling precariously.

For example, an apple that has been cut so badly that it looks like the bumpy road surface in the East District.

Or perhaps that valiant female knight from last night.

'Higher! Higher!'

'Let all the world's disasters come to me—'

She was like a child who had just learned to spell, repeatedly pronouncing the name 'Roland Collins' as if afraid of forgetting it if she mispronounced it—but no one punished her for mispronouncing it, and she couldn't even find her teacher...

I wonder if I ever studied this hard when I was in school.

"What are you thinking?"

She took a bite of an apple that was peeled with exceptional artistry (a term for things one doesn't understand), kicked off her shoes like a big cat, and clung to her lover.

She was definitely not this diligent when she was in school.

"you."

Roland bit off the apple's 'corner'.

The two of them touched forehead to forehead.

"About you... it can't be Fernandez, can it?"

“Now that you’ve brought it up, it’s hard for me not to think of him… Brother. You’re always so annoying…” She stared into Roland’s eyes, casting her rare, innocent, or unspeakable affection into the golden lake she was about to drown in.

Enid was not a clever woman, at least not as inexperienced as Roland in matters of the heart.

But since last night.

She became 'different' in Roland's eyes.

"...You belong to me now."

She nestled into the man's arms, her nonchalant ease resembling that of a lady chatting with friends, her fingers constantly rubbing the fine cigars she'd received from the gentlemen—Roland's thoughts were in turmoil, but Enid was certainly not neglecting herself.

joke.

This is something half the women in London are eyeing...

Maybe not that many?

She had no idea how many shameless men had written to Roland.

—Of course, Roland never replied. Later, it was all left to Jam Jones to handle. This pleased Enid greatly.

The day they receive a reply will be the day they come into contact with the cult members.

"You've saved quite a few women, brother."

Roland was taken aback.

Where did this topic begin?

"Quite a few women?" "Half of London," Enid said, fiddling with the object and laughing. "They have you to thank..."

After enlightening each other, the two people have a wonderful feeling for each other—I mean, a feeling that goes beyond 'love'.

It's not about family ties or anything else that's insignificant.

A special kind of connection.

Unlike Xander and Rose.

Perhaps, as Enid said: You are mine now.

But a man who has bled out all his white blood naturally becomes wiser—though a lazy morning isn't really the time to talk about these things, for now he should continue being a galloping horse…

He still had to seize the opportunity to ask.

Enid Juilliard had too many past transgressions, and Roland was horrified. He waited until the afternoon, then turned and said, "I never promised anything, darling."

"It seems that being called 'older brother' isn't all that great..."

Special hobbies.

Enid understood what he meant: "Of course not."

Just as she exclaimed that she was 'almost at the fourth ring'—clearly, Enid knew the secret of her "path" and had been preparing for (or perhaps keeping) it to herself for a long time.

"Would I be fortunate enough to learn some secrets?"

“I thought Keshihai had already satisfied your insatiable mind, brother.”

“That’s you.” Roland gently bumped her head, but the leopard bit his ear.

The hot breath made people itchy.

“…I’m so angry…brother…” She was like a snake.

With a gasp, Roland rolled over.

More important than keeping secrets is running towards the waterfall.

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The apple is still an apple in a box.

Both of them were also hardworking individuals—if the passion that humans have for certain things could be controlled and redirected through reason, then perhaps they would truly call themselves 'kings of the world'.

"So, shall we start from the beginning?"

The cunning woman blinked, looking as innocent as a cat that had accidentally knocked a water glass onto the carpet in front of its owner.

“Enid.”

"You can give me some nicknames...isn't that what lovers do?"

As she nuzzled Roland, her words suddenly reminded him of the nicknames of certain women in gardens that a certain Mr. Taylor often joked about with him.

then.

Someone grabbed his cheek.

"Mmmmmmm (What are you thinking about?)"

"Randolph's midnight pounding..."

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm (You should stay away from that person.)"

Roland looked surprised.

The Enid of the past would never have cared who he associated with—at least not with men.

The young executive simply doesn't understand that once a real relationship takes place, both men and women will reveal their true colors (with the exception of certain practitioners) – just like his proud and aloof presiding judge, who might herself prefer to be a female leopard climbing cat trees every day and often acting coquettishly.

This sudden change made Roland realize that the woman in his arms…

Very cute.

“But that doesn’t mean you can get away with this, Enid.” Roland turned his head, pulling his face away from the leopard’s teeth and tongue, feigning anger: “This is outrageous, Your Excellency, you have lied to me time and time again…”

“Who told you to lie to me back then?” Enid raised an eyebrow.

"...What? Who lied to you?"

“You’ll find out soon, brother.” She nestled her head into Roland’s neck. “…Soon, I swear, before winter comes, you’ll find out all the truth—about me, about you and me, and the secrets of you in my heart…so many…be patient for two or three months…okay?”

(End of this chapter)