The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1169 'I ​​wasn't planning on going anyway'

Amid the 'strange' looks from the ticket inspector and the other passengers (perhaps suspecting she had evaded the fare), Rupert Benevento somehow made her way through the crowd to the end of the platform, waiting for Roland and Theodore to find her again.

she does not know.

She believed her life was coming to an end.

A Benevento resident arrived at the train station only to find he didn't have a ticket...

What a shame!

How shameless!
Not only shameless.

Damn it!
She could never face the travelers who had seen her face—how would they talk about her if they chatted privately or if they reunited at a banquet in London someday?
'Have you seen that girl?'

'Yes, fare evasion. The 'extraordinary person' I told you about—that's her. What? Benevento? I doubt even the most glorious and great surnames can produce a few…'

Perhaps there is another scenario.

She nestled in her lover's arms...

Rupert didn't know what kind of lover she would have, but that didn't stop her from wanting to die.

Suppose she has it, suppose that person is handsome and witty, with golden hair as dazzling as the sun, and a smile that makes one seem as if truly born in the radiance of the Father of all things, capable of turning winter snow into rivers and birds into songs.

then…

'I've never heard of this before! You've embarrassed me! Lulu! A Benevento girl, brazenly skipping the fare at the station! Don't you feel even a little bit ashamed?'

Her beloved rudely pushed her away (and knocked off the brooch from her collar) and walked away without looking back.

Her already bleak future has now become a foregone conclusion.

"...Lulu?"

Theodore and Roland looked at each other in bewilderment.

“Don’t call me ‘Lulu,’ Mr. Thackeray. I’ve already paid a heavy price for my foolishness… Now, all you can do is put me in the carriage and take me back to Benevento Manor…”

Roland and Theodore looked at each other in bewilderment.

the second time.

—Why did things get to this point when I only forgot a few tickets?
"Just tickets?!"

Roland's instinctive response infuriated Rupert, who glared at him.

“Not just the vote, Mr. Collins! This is about Benevento, about a lady’s moral character, about what others think—and more importantly…”

She gritted her teeth.

"I never imagined I'd be looked down upon by a thug..."

Who?
thugs?

What contempt?
The two looked at each other for the third time, and similar thoughts simultaneously popped into their minds:
Women are strange enough as they are.

A person who transforms from a boy into a woman...

Even stranger?
"I think I have a way to make up for my mistake, Lulu, wait here for me..."

Lululu?!

How dare he mock me like that in public?

Enraged, Rupert turned his gaze to the bewildered Theodore—passing by Harida along the way, but she held no hope for Roland’s wicked servants.

She gave Theodore a look:
'He's being very rude, Mr. Thackeray.'

And they hoped that Theodore would stand up like a gentleman in the novel, even if he didn't have to stand in front of his beloved girl, but just stand up for his own morality and say a few words of justice for the bullied girl—even just a word or two.

Unfortunately, Theodore didn't understand Rupert's expression.

He admired the two pink diamond-like gems for only a few seconds before emitting a puzzling angry expression.

then.

A sudden pain shot through my calf.

Some women's hunting boots have pointed, upturned toes—especially the pair Rupert specifically chose, which have less practical use but can definitely serve other purposes besides hunting…

She was so angry that she kicked Theodore in the shin.

This is much easier than a thousand words in winning the 'goodwill' of the surrounding passengers:
A white-haired girl dressed in a tight-fitting outfit but with a petite and delicate figure, and a pair of beautiful pink jewels;
The tall, robust, blond gentleman's smile was as bright as the weather today.

These two...

They can't be said to be a good match.

They must have gotten married a long time ago, right?
'Look, Ms. Caroline, if every time you got angry you just tapped my leg, we wouldn't have so many irreconcilable conflicts.'

"Darling, if you were half as handsome and dashing as that man, I'd beat every argument you have with my forehead against the floor."

The conversation drifted into the ears of the two people who should have gotten married but hadn't, carried by a gust of wind.

The pink eyes were immediately complemented by two patches of pink blush.

Theodore, being a man, wasn't overly 'shy'. He turned and gave the couple a smile, subtly averting his gaze from Rupert's face. —There are two most awkward situations in the world.

One type is the boss who never comes in, claiming to be too busy and exhausted.

Another type is the silence caused by an awkwardness between two people who are somewhat familiar with each other.

Roland had only been gone for less than seven minutes, but it felt like half a year had passed between the two of them.

"I told you, most of the ritual practitioners are fools. Isn't the way to immortality right in front of them?"

Someone, clutching three small blue tickets, strolled leisurely through the crowd.

These words made Rupert even hotter.

What a despicable person!

and many more…

and many more.

His female slave went to the platform to ask just now, didn't she?

The ticket seller clearly said that all the tickets for this morning were sold out.

Doubt and curiosity overcame shyness.

Rupert looked up and stared intently at the small note in Roland's hand—he had handed it to her, and she had taken it.

"Where did you come from...?"

Roland winked at her: "That's a rather long story."

Rupert couldn’t calculate exactly when he left, but he knew it wasn’t long: at most ten minutes. Had he bribed the ticket seller?
Halida picked up her luggage, and the four of them walked and talked.

"...I was in agony, filled with self-blame. I almost killed myself—I hadn't even prepared Theodore and Rupert's tickets..."

Rupert glanced sideways and pursed his lips: "Stop beating around the bush, Mr. Collins. Nobody wants to hear this."

"...Then I went to the west side of the platform, you see, over there. I crossed the tracks to the other side and asked the passengers if anyone was going to Cornwall—you know, this train stops at quite a few stations..."

Let's get to the point.

Rupert increasingly felt that this man was 'talkative'—what woman could stand a man like that?

She completely forgot why she had such a pen pal in the first place.

Snapped!
A loud clap startled Rupert.

"Mr. Collins!"

Roland was telling Theodore, "I actually found out, Theodore! Guess how many travelers are going to Cornwall, that little-known place? Can you guess?"

Theodore was in a difficult position.

He glanced at the three tickets in Rupert, Roland's, and his own hands, and his lips twitched slightly:

"It can't be... three passengers, can it, Mr. Collins?"

"You're a detective! Theodore!"

Now, Theodore wants to swear too.

—Mr. Collins, did you steal their tickets?

“Nobody knows,” Roland said dismissively, his steps as nimble as a cat nibbling at a fish’s belly. “My teacher is the best thief in London.”

Indeed, no one will know.

—As long as you don't ask questions carefully before stealing...

No, it won't.

“As a Benevento, I would never use a stolen ticket… You should at least compensate them double the ticket price, Mr. Collins. Otherwise, I absolutely will not get on the train.”

Rupert looked at Roland and said seriously.

Roland looked troubled: "They seem to have turned back; something important must have happened with a relative—it seems they weren't going to Cornwall anyway..."

Turn back...

Naturally, I went to find the 'lost' train ticket!

Rupert retorted angrily, "I would never do such a thing, Mr. Thackeray, and you wouldn't either, would you?"

Theodore pondered for a moment, then nodded.

“I also think that this is morally reprehensible, Mr. Collins.”

Twenty minutes later.

Luxury carriages.

All four of them were present.

(End of this chapter)