Chapter 190 Ch189 The Day of Hatchling

Chapter 190 Ch.189 Breakout Day

"Now I know why you didn't let me come."

On the second floor of the pharmacy.

A girl with short curly hair wearing a light pink long skirt sat on a small stool.

She sat down, but her skirt was still standing.

"I didn't stop you from coming, Rose."

Looking at her outfit, Roland knew that she probably had another 'work' today, or had just finished 'work'.

"I just said that you'd better say hello to me before you come."

Rose twisted her short hair with her fingers and grinned at someone who had just been beaten.

"Does your butt hurt?"

"That word shouldn't come out of a lady's mouth."

"A decent person shouldn't point to a lady and say she's pregnant with his child." Rose said unhappily, "I think you should sew your mouth shut, so you don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with in the future."

"For example?"

"For example," Rose rolled her eyes at him, "For example, those questionable women, you don't know how much trouble it is to get entangled with them. Your face, plus the salary of ten shillings a week, is enough to drive them crazy."

Roland teased how he couldn't let go, wondering about the specific implementation process, and then Rose scolded him for learning to be as vulgar as a little gangster recently.

——As long as the two were alone, Roland and Rose would always fight with each other in words. But after a while, either she made Roland laugh, or Roland made her laugh.

"You really have to be careful, pretty face."

Rose said that since she met him, she felt that he was crazy and out of tune. When he arrived in London and joined the church, he not only didn't change but became more and more serious.

Unlike those little hooligans.

Roland always made her unable to guess what big trouble he would make in the next second.

"Just like when I see the glittering gold pounds, I can't control myself."

"Are gold pounds glittering?"

"In my eyes, they are." Miss Snitch rubbed her fingers and introduced her "little hobby" to Roland: "... I feel they are calling me. I can hear their crying-"

"What crying?"

"'I don't want to be in this person's pocket!'" Rose imitated weirdly: "... 'Take me away!'"

Roland laughed out loud.

"So you have been doing justice all the time, Miss Knight."

"Of course." Rose raised her chin: "I am not like those merchants who enjoy it - I just put them in my treasure house, stack them one by one, and look at them every day, which is more satisfying than eating a big piece of steak."

"This is the first time I have heard someone describe 'greed' as having such a strong sense of morality."

"Mr. Collins, the truth you don't understand, isn't it the truth?"

The quarrel ended with Rose's small victory.

The 'gift' she brought to Roland today almost allowed him to complete a ritual.

"The Whipper" only needs a hand bone and a portion of the blood of the 'Extreme Pleasure'.

As for where this blood came from...

It's better not to ask.

Rose complained a lot.

"Really, you should at least give me a pound."

Miss Snitch was not happy when it came to this.

It's okay to dig a grave, but the blood of the Extreme Pleasure?

She had to pay a sum of money to the woman first. Then, after staring and seeing the ‘status’, she wanted to quickly take the blood - which made her look like a lunatic.

She found several girls before one of them was brave enough to take the money.

The scene was extremely awkward.

- The two women looked at each other, it was really unimaginable embarrassment.

"... What will you do without me?" Rose curled her hair and fantasized - if Roland didn't have her, how would he get the blood?

He and the girl were in the same room...

Could he bear not to help ‘personally’?

Thinking of this, Rose shook her head vigorously.

Crack.

A crisp sound interrupted the conversation between the two.

Crack.

Rose looked in the direction of the sound.

The sound came from the small wooden box at the head of the bed.

Roland quickly got up.

"Do you still have a pet?"

Lifting the buckle, the white eggshell in the silver needle nest - there was indeed a crack.

And it expanded rapidly like a spider web.

Crack, crack.

"It's going to hatch."

"What is this?" Rose came over and stared at the egg in Roland's hand curiously: "...bird egg?"

"I don't know what it is."

Roland shook his head.

The eggshell broke quickly.

After a few breaths, two ruby-like eyes met Roland's eyes from the crack of the collapsed egg.

In the eggshell.

She curled her tail and curiously poked half of her head out of the top of the shell.

Rose whispered: "A snake?!"

Yes.

A white snake hatched from the eggshell.

Red eyes.

"You weirdo's pet is also weird - is it poisonous?" Rose was not afraid of this kind of animal, and stretched out her index finger to tease it. "...It's really beautiful. How about calling it Candle?"

"Promise me, neither of you will name it."

The slender white snake ignored Rose's fingers at all, and its flesh-colored tongue flew back and forth quickly, and it rubbed Roland's hand with its head affectionately.

"It likes you! Roland!"

Rose was surprised: "I've never heard of anyone keeping a snake! Where did you get it from?"

Roland touched her head with his index finger.

It was cold and smooth.

"A friend gave it to me as a gift." He said, "...but I didn't know it was a snake."

"What does it eat? Rats?"

When Rose said these words, she felt as if the snake glanced at her slightly - like an illusion?

A very disgusting look.

"Let me touch it!" Rose was about to use her fingers, and the white snake let out a harsh hiss. The next moment, she almost stood up, and her fangs were aimed at Rose's wrist!

This caused the girl to let out a short scream and withdraw her hand as if on fire.

"She doesn't seem to like you very much, Rose."

"...I don't think anyone likes it except you." Rose clenched her fists and pouted her lips with lingering fear, staring at the bad bracelet-like thing that slowly wrapped around Roland's wrist: "...I also plan to Get you two mice. Now, no more."

White Snake ignored her and tied himself around Roland's wrist lazily.

Not moving anymore.

Rose:......

She also wants such a well-behaved pet.

"I heard that some people raise hounds well and can understand many commands."

Roland lowered his head, stroked the smooth scales with his fingers, and said casually: "I think you are more suitable for raising a cat."

Rose glanced at him, and there was something in her words: "...Cat? I already have a cat. To be honest, cats give me a bad feeling - when he is in trouble, he will be particularly close to you. But once he is done with his work, Things become dull and mean..."

"One is hard enough."

Roland pointed his fingers and raised his head: "You have one?"

"Yes, in someone else's house." Rose brushed her slightly messy hair from her forehead and showed a very standard smile: "A cat that has no relatives at all."

"Then you should spend more time with it."

I would like to think so.

Rose looked at Roland's face that was becoming more and more godlike through the black hair that hung down on his face because he lowered his head.

I would like to think so.

But I'm not your lady.