The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1172 Ch.1171 The Wilderness
Roland Collins should apologize for Miss Rupert Benevento's delicate face.

If he hadn't abducted her from the room like a monkey and flung her out of Benevento Manor like a monkey, giving her no time to back out—she probably wouldn't have brought up the face cream at all.

Roland firmly believed this.

The 'happy scent' on a person can never fool him—unlike Theodore's 'ladylike' mannerisms, Rupert's complaints sounded to Roland like the meowing of a cat that kept meowing back and forth.

To be frank: some people's true selves are not popular, but the masks they wear are quite appealing. It's like the novels that ladies who don't walk much in person read. They hope that the author, like the novel itself, uses elegant and humorous language, starting with beauty and then moving on to proper etiquette, so that one can immediately recognize their excellence.

Unfortunately, they are usually not very likable in life; they are either taciturn, or crazy, or taciturn when they are crazy—while quite a few girls are born with a research spirit and try to integrate into the lives of monkeys and explore the mental world of these monkeys and crocodiles who are always thinking too much...

They became the lessons passed down by word of mouth among those who came after.

and so.

As long as Roland could see through Rupert's darting eyes, he would never have to listen to what she had to say.

"We're just going to sit here all afternoon...until evening? No, Mr. Thackeray, I don't find it boring, it's just...Good heavens! Collins! What are you doing?!"

"Obviously, Lulu, I'm opening the window."

"Stop him! Thackeray!"

However, by the time Theodore realized what was happening, Roland had already leaned half his body out of the window.

The train wasn't traveling very fast, and today was another clear, cloudless day, a day when the benefactor could finally be seen. Using the protrusion on the roof, the man, hanging like a monkey, quickly pulled the back half of his body out of the carriage using his arms.

He hung outside the car like a tattered rag, swaying back and forth a few times before disappearing out the window in the blink of an eye.

Only the sound came.

"Come quick! Theodore! Lulu! Guess what I saw!"

Rupert simply couldn't believe this person could be so 'daring'—her unstoppable waves! Was this person a child who never grew up?

Whether he is a child or not is uncertain, but he is definitely someone whose lifespan is nearing its end if he doesn't speak.

The sounds outside the window continued to urge us on.

"Theodore! Lulu! Harida! Hurry! You're about to miss something you'll never see again in your lives!"

Theodore sighed, silently got up, picked up the trench coat from the hanger, and put it on.

“…Mr. Thackeray, you’re not really going to mess with him, are you?”

“Although I haven’t known Mr. Collins for very long, I know a little about his ‘habits’…” he said, glancing furtively at the maid behind him as he spoke.

Halida was glaring at him.

"so?"

“So I suggest we listen to him… Don’t you know that too?” Theodore spread his fingers, combed his blond hair back like a comb, leaned over the window Roland had opened, and stuck his head out.

up.

"Mr. Collins?"

"Hurry up, Theodore! Come quick! There's not much time left!"

Theodore looked around for a few more seconds, calculated the distance, raised his arm, lifted himself up like a gibbon, and swung out lightly.

In a few breaths, he disappeared out the window.

Rupert was speechless, and his eyes as he looked at Harida conveyed a sense of 'your master is definitely not normal'—Harida simply told him coldly that a train conductor might come to serve afternoon tea later, and she would have to stay in the carriage.

Rupert's face darkened. "What do you mean 'you must stay in the carriage'? Do you think I, a Benevento, would act like a restless monkey and go up to the roof with your master to do something stupid?"

Harida pursed her lips and silently took the scarf off the shelf and handed it to Rupert.

This infuriated him.

Both master and servant must have some flaws.

"Lulu! Come quick!"

Roland kept urging her on.

“I absolutely cannot go outside! Waves... what are you doing? Gentlemen? Can’t you stay where normal people should be?” she responded shrilly, first bracing herself on the table, then standing angrily with her hands on her hips in front of the car window, and soon, pressing her hands against the window and sticking her head out—and then, Harida heard her muttering.

"...I promise I will not travel with monsters."

"I'm inviting you! Lulu! Come quick! Hurry up!"

"An invitation? What? The roof belongs to you?" Rupert stuck his head out the window, his tone sarcastic. "The owner of the 'Fountain of Youth' has never even seen a steam car, has he?"

From Harida's perspective, this behavior was really...

The attempt to cover it up only made things more obvious.

Even she could tell that this 'young lady' exuded an aura of 'I want to go'.

"…Miss."

"What are you doing!"

"The train conductor will be here soon. Your actions are inappropriate..."

Elegant.

She 'kindly' reminded Rupert, only to be met with a glare: "Yes, I was really inappropriate. Whose fault is it? Your master shouldn't have taken me out of the house—you know what? If my father and brother found out, he would absolutely—"

knock knock.

The moment the knocking sounded, Rupert let out a short, sharp cry.

She displayed almost the full coordination expected of a "piper" on the Second Ring Road, deftly slipping out of the car window like a fish without being hindered by her skirt, and disappearing in the blink of an eye into the whistling wind tunnel.

Silently.

Halida quietly stepped forward and closed the car window.

He whispered, "Please come in."

…………

……

The train sped forward, moving slowly yet with incredible speed.

The wind came from the distant plains to the nearby plains, and the green waves were pushed by it, making them ripple like scales.

There were no opulent golden lamps, no specimen gatherings, no heavy makeup. In the soft, not-too-chilly breeze, three people sitting in a row were lured by the unappealing scenery.

They were pulled and dragged around by the golden light that landed on the tips of the grass, while the red brick houses in the distance, along with the smoke they exhaled, slowly disappeared from sight.

Everything became incredibly quiet.

Aside from the clanging of the train…

But as it grew quieter, the train also became quiet.

The sunlight felt warm and comforting on my face.

Rupert Benevento extended one hand, opened it, and pointed it toward the clouds and the sky.

She turned her head slightly to look at Theodore Gabriel Thackeray sitting next to her.

The man leaned back, bracing himself against the sheet metal with his arms, his loose blond hair billowing in the wind.

She thought she heard a flute, but then again, she didn't. A flock of birds burst forth from the clouds, sometimes gathering, sometimes huddling, accompanying her all the way in the direction the train was heading, until they disappeared into a verdant landscape resembling mountains.

Rupert couldn't quite put her finger on the feeling; it seemed like she'd experienced it before, yet it also seemed like she hadn't—but she was certain she hadn't in London.

She didn't care about complaining about the heat, the cold, the mud and dust in the wind, or about messing up her finely combed hair or the endless petals flying from her collar. She was like someone who had been drowning for over a decade, finally surfacing, her chest heaving as she took a deep breath.

Take a deep breath.

Inhale it from your nostrils to your toes.

(End of this chapter)