The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1187 Ch.1186 Something That Doesn't Exist
Once Roland and his group gained Eva Mondes's favor, Bruno Mondes seemed to stop getting angry at them and no longer saying things like "You're not welcome here."

Roland quietly asked Rupert if he was a little jealous of little Eva, but Rupert gave him a cold look.

There's just one regret.

Eva had contracted a serious illness and couldn't be exposed to sunlight. The sun would make her skin burn and itch so badly she wanted to scratch herself raw. She couldn't, and her father wouldn't, let her leave the room. Even when she went outside, she had to be wrapped up tightly and get into the carriage as soon as she stepped out.

They couldn't ask Eva to lead them around town, so Bruno Mondes gave that task to John Jr.

The boy from yesterday, the waiter at the tavern.

They arranged to meet in the town's small square: it wasn't really a 'square,' just an empty space occupied by some wooden frames, a fuzzy drum, and chairs leaning haphazardly. Looking out from a small hill, one could see patches of green mountains melting into the hazy mist.

Green mountains, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden by a cold mist.

When the sun rises higher, the fog thins, and the mountains multiply, the oil painting transforms into a glass of misty, chilled mint liqueur.

This view is rare to see in London, or even in the surrounding areas.

At first glance, Rupert thought it was all worth it—enduring the bumpy ride in the steam carriage, the lack of servants along the way, and having to put up with a big idiot constantly causing trouble by his side…

Has the "Miss Suffering" product been successfully developed?

The first thing Roland asked upon meeting was, "Little John is clearly a remarkable person, or rather, everyone in town, except Bruno Mondes, is remarkable (Rupert hasn't yet discovered what's so remarkable about the old mayor, except for his respectful attitude towards his daughter)."

"'Mr. Suffering' has an idea!"

He took off his felt hat and swung it in his hand, then ran over, a thin layer of hot sweat spreading on his forehead, white steam rising from his curly hair.

He is also the mist on the wall of the mint liqueur.

"I'll have to try it by evening... Why aren't you open during the day?"

As he spoke, he led them to the other end of the town.

Of course, there were also the fat merchant's guards and servants.

"Daytime? We sleep during the day, sir. We have to sleep until noon, even the most diligent person has to get up at ten?"

Dave Lawrence had never seen a business run like this before.

damned.

If these people make money, he will immediately donate all of his wealth to the next 'just war' the empire will wage against another country.

"Making money?" Little John looked at the fat businessman who was constantly wiping his sweat with a strange expression: "Sir, people can't get up that early."

What does it mean that people shouldn't get up so early?
"You're all wearing fuses around your necks, and if you don't get up on time, you'll all be blown up?" Dave Lawrence, who showed particular disrespect to those who weren't diligent, spoke with a hint of sarcasm: "When I was your age, I was working three jobs a day..."

He said.

In addition to his main job at the shoe polish factory, he also had to work part-time at the newspaper office, sharing the profits with the newsboys he had become familiar with. He would go to sleep as soon as possible at night and carry a stick to knock on the newspapers along the street early in the morning.

"If you don't work hard, kid, you'll never get rid of this old hat."

The fat businessman spoke earnestly.

John scoffed: “An old hat? It’s my father’s. He wore it for half his life, and now he’s given it to me—I intend to pass it on to my children… Sir, why would I want to change it?”

Dave coughed. "I mean, no money in my pocket, kid. You can't be like those lazybones in town..."

Little John seemed genuinely confused, and asked with a furrowed brow, "You have money in your pocket, sir?"

"What?" "I mean, you have money in your pocket. Like you said, you work hard, and then you have money in your pocket—and then what?"

"Then, you'll be able to marry a decent wife," Dave Lawrence said, puffing out his chest proudly. "Even if she's of noble birth and comes from a wealthy family..."

Little John pressed on, asking, "And then what happens after you get married?"
Dave Lawrence said, "You're just a kid, you don't understand the benefits of having a woman in the house."

A good wife can not only contribute to your career and ensure the continuation of your family line, but a well-mannered lady can also bring honor to your name when you are busy and weary, and when you are tired, she can melt a warm cup of tea with a love that servants cannot provide…

Even as winter just begins to emerge, she's the first to notice it, even before the most perceptive birds, and will give you a new, fleece-lined hat.

“But this hat was left to me by my father, sir. He wore it for half his life, and I have no intention of changing it.”

Dave Lawrence: ...

Amidst the laughter of several people, his chubby head swelled up like a bomb about to be released.

"You...you'll regret it sooner or later. You'll regret not being busy when you were young, and then..."

"When you get old, you try every means to tell your younger self, 'You made our lives so comfortable!' — Oh, sir, please don't be angry! Don't Londoners all like to make others like themselves?"

He chuckled and walked briskly at the front of the line.

Dave was taken aback.

He seemed to remember something, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He did not "educate" Little John again until they arrived at the so-called "mine".

mine.

To be honest, it was far less impressive than any real mine Roland had ever seen—it consisted of only a few small hills covered in moss, and a crystal-clear stream that meandered through several complex knots, stretching towards the distant, hazy mountains.

Little John fanned himself with his hat, blowing away the steam rising from his face, and pointed with his other arm:
"They discovered the gold in this river in the first place."

He dismissed the merchant with slight impatience, then hopped over to Roland in a few steps across the cobblestones, asking mysteriously, "Did he go? Did he go?"

“Where to? We came all the way from London,” Roland said.

John stuck out his tongue: "I mean, the Mad Bruno's house! You went, didn't you? Lots of people saw you go!"

Mad Bruno?

Theodore leaned forward slightly: "You mean, your mayor... has something wrong with his head?"

His broad shoulders were so intimidating that the boy took a few steps back, moving away from her shadow.

“I didn’t say he was mentally ill, sir. You don’t know, do you? He misses his children so much he’s gone mad! He’s not really ‘mad,’ though, otherwise, how could we dare send a guest to the house of a truly insane person? Whenever something serious happens, everyone sheds tears…”

He suddenly became kind.

Theodore sensed a hidden meaning in the boy's words: "We have indeed heard that his child went far away and has not returned for many years."

“Ah! The eldest son, the eldest son! He always says his son went to teach in Birmingham, doesn’t he?” The boy glanced back at the fat merchant and his servant, who were 'playing in the water' with their bottoms sticking out, and lowered his voice mysteriously: “I’m not talking about his eldest son, sir and madam. In fact…”

He only has one child.

Rupert covered his mouth: "What?"

“That’s it,” John shrugged. “He always says he has a little daughter, but actually… nobody has ever seen her, has he?”

(End of this chapter)