The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1003, Chapter 1002: Reunion with the Knight

Florence didn't know if her answer satisfied Williams Jenner.

After all, older people are better at making themselves seem unpredictable in the eyes of younger people: even if they wet their pants and sneakily smell them in their room, they still have to put on a thoughtful appearance in front of others, as if they are carefully assessing the world situation.

Do you want to be a doctor, or just work in the nursing profession?

The old dean suddenly asked.

Do I still have a choice?

Florence exclaimed in surprise, "I'm just a woman, sir. If I could do it, it would take many more..."

She clearly realized who she was talking to and swallowed the rest of her sentence.

Williams didn't seem to mind at all: "You mean, something else entirely? I hope it's wisdom, and nothing else—and in Belleville, there's no shortage of those things you're talking about…whether they exist as a whole or just sit alone on a tray…"

Kingsley and Roland both wanted to laugh.

The difference is that the former held back, while the latter held back for only a second.

Florence blushed as Roland laughed.

She could…

I didn't say that on purpose.

Williams Jenner doesn't seem to be the kind of annoying old 'gentleman' she's seen countless times.

“Let’s give it a try, Miss Florence.”

Williams picked up the monocle again, clipped it to his wrist, grabbed a pen, wrote a few words on a piece of paper, and handed it to her.

"I hope I haven't misjudged him... To be honest, if I have, I won't admit it."

The paper only had one location and one time written on it.

The time is two days later.

The location is Betelgeuse.

Florence, like a lady who had overused smelling salts, touched her forehead with one hand, looked at the note, and then at the mischievous old man.

The girl, who was teetering on the edge, would have almost jumped up screaming if she weren't here.

"You mean..."

“I think I’ve made myself clear, Miss Florence. I don’t like roast chicken, overly sweet sauces, or students who are late for class. I hope you remember your tutor’s preferences and be a good student.”

Williams Jenner has a gentle smile.

"By the way, you'll have to tell me your full name, unless you want to discuss the same topics that Mr. Layton discussed with the goalkeeper of Beatles."

In the lamplight, which cast intricate patterns, the girl was as happy as a soldier who had finally completed his mission.

She breathed a sigh of relief and happily announced her surname.

"Nightingale, sir."

"My name is Florence Nightingale."

…………

……

Both Roland and Kingsley were happy for Florence.

seriously.

Finding a friend who is happy for one's success is not easy for Florence these days.

Even if she wrote home to her father or sister, saying that she had been chosen by the old dean of the Royal College of Physicians of Beatrice and was to study at this prestigious institution…

She would only receive two harsh letters demanding that she "come back" as soon as possible—maybe her sister would be gentler and say that she was sick, and that when she returned, they would catch her and put her in the same solitary confinement.

She won't go back.

She has embarked on the path she wanted, which was also her destiny.

At least that's what Florence thinks.

Kingsley accompanied her several more times afterward, and similarly 'earnestly invited' (Roland considered it earnest) Roland to join them.

At least in this godforsaken place that 'imprisons and freaks,' if anything happens, there will be someone truly powerful by his side—then, while strolling around Betless, Roland happened to run into the 'kind' and 'chivalrous' gentleman he had been searching for in recent days.

No. It should be said, it's 'them'.

Theodore Gabriel Thackeray, that gentleman with brilliant blond hair and impeccable manners.

as well as.

Florian Westwick, who had previously dealt with Fernandez.

When they met, the two were talking with the vice president of Beatles.

“Mr. Collins? Roland Collins?” Westwick recognized Roland first, whispered a few words to the portly vice-principal, and led Theodore over.

Several months after parting ways in Cornwall, the two reunited in London.

"Good day, Mr. Westwick."

Roland hesitated: "And this one—"

Theodore grinned at him.

“This is Theodore Gabriel Thackeray, my friend,” Florian nodded. “Theodore told me that he met an interesting person at the festival—golden eyes, black hair, and even more handsome than him… I guess it can only be you.”

It seems he didn't tell you how he 'visited the offerings'.

Roland exchanged a few perfunctory words and learned from Florian that he was the new head of the London vortex after the Nottingham Lamp and the Ointment case—Laibertales, and that it was because the Westwick family's Paroye Mead Bank held shares in the hospital.

As for why…

Florian didn't seem to shy away from discussing these 'secrets' with an executive. The man seemed much friendlier today than in Cornwall's haughtiness.

"Some ideological differences."

He asked Roland why he had come, and upon learning that Roland had a friend who had become a student of Williams Jenner, he showed the same surprise as Florence had that day.

"While I don't quite agree with some of Mr. Jenner's approaches... without a doubt, congratulations to your friend. She's a top-notch, and perhaps the best, teacher—if she truly understands what she'll be facing in the future."

Just then, Kingsley, Florence, and Williams Jenner came out of the building and saw Roland on the lawn.

Florian apologized softly, left Theodore behind, and turned to walk towards the old dean.

The blond man finally had a chance to greet Roland.

“I haven’t had a chance to thank you yet, Mr. Collins. If it weren’t for you that day, I’d probably be in big trouble…”

He took half a step forward, lowering his voice:

"I haven't told anyone your identity, so please rest assured. Whoever it is, I will keep it a secret... as a way of repaying the kindness of saving my life."

Roland smiled and said, "I would like to ask you a question, Mr. Thackeray."

“As long as I know it,” Thackeray said earnestly.

This question had been troubling Harida for many days—What was the purpose of Theodore Gabriel Thackeray's visit to the Church of Justice that night?

Could it really be...?

“To visit those who should not have been tortured to death, Mr. Collins. That is my purpose.”

Theodore wasn't joking.

Roland, however, was more than happy for him to joke.

"Excuse me, sir. I didn't understand. What do you mean by 'visit'?"

This is a bit difficult for Theodore.

"The Thunderstorm Ritual, the power that drags the citizens who drank the blood wine into their dreams... Everyone had the same dream, Mr. Thackeray. I suppose you saw Vanessa before she died... more than once, didn't you?"

Theodore didn't say anything.

He turned his head and saw that Florian was still talking to Williams, and no one else was around.

then.

He took another half step forward.

The sound is even quieter.

“I think I should find another time to have a proper talk with you…” he said. “Are you free this afternoon?”

(End of this chapter)