The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 181 Ch.180 The Cart Inn

The letter that my uncle read and the words in the letter itself are probably like Miss Nina and the scraper.

No relationship.

"…Maybe it has something to do with it."

Roland:?
"Well, I know you take good care of Roland. I hope you can tell him to be careful, respect you more, and take care of his health."

Roland: ...

The more you edit, the more biased it becomes.

Roland leaned on the sofa, leaning his head against the sofa and listening to his "live creation".

It's quite interesting.

“…Anyway, I wish you and Roland good health and all the best.”

Old Collins, fearing that something might go wrong, quickly ended this paragraph. He spread the letter on the table and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand: "That's all, Roland. Anyway, I--"

Roland yawned, stretched and sat up.

"uncle."

interrupted old Collins.

"uncle."

"What?"

"I didn't hear the third sentence just now. Can you read it again for me?"

Old Collins: ...

Roland smiled and reached out his hand, touched the thin piece of letter paper, then pinched it, lifted it up, and shook it: "Just the third sentence."

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Roland was kicked out by his uncle.

It should be said that he was angry out of shame.

"You are worse than cats and dogs."
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Worse than cats and dogs?

"It's cheaper than a cat's hands and cheaper than a dog's mouth."
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Who asked them to hide it from me?
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This is not a bad thing, why hide it?
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I am almost the closest person to them.

"It's really embarrassing, Roland."

"Let me give you an example."
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Ok.

"if."

"You are in love with Randolph Taylor and are planning to move to Taylor's house to live with him. So, will you feel embarrassed when you face Beatrice?"

Roland: ...
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Can you give me an appropriate and serious example that fits my understanding?
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Me and Randolph? -
Two men?

"Do you know what it means to give an example?"
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another.

"For example, if you and Shandel Kratov fell in love, then her grandfather——"
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Her grandfather would be very happy.
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another.

"For example, if you and Gary Kratov fell in love, then his granddaughter—"
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Did you do that on purpose?
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Why don't you say that you and I are in love?

"Isn't that even more perverted? I'm not even a human being."
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Stop giving examples.
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I see what you mean.

"Oh, what are you going to do? Tell me about it with your sixth sense as a scumbag cat."

In the carriage, Roland tapped his knees again and again.

If it was Yam and Uncle...
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I would tell my uncle that I missed Yam very much.
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At the same time, I always "inadvertently" mentioned that if they were together, I would have two of my closest people by my side...
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how about it?
"very nice."

"So, Enid, Cinder, and Rose, who do you like best?"

Roland was thinking about his uncle's matter, so he took it up without thinking too much.
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For now…
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I…
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……
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wrench.

"Hmm?"
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Do you never want to eat meat again in your life?

"How boring."

The place Roland was going to was Shelley's Carriage Inn.

He was going to stay here for a night to see what the situation was - he couldn't let Rose and her men sneak in and take risks, and then stay at home and reap the benefits.
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I have to see where that fenced-off cemetery is.
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If it were possible, maybe I alone would be enough.

"You'd better remember that you are just a link."

"Most first-ring ritualists are no different from ordinary people."
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Not everything requires fistfighting, stupid.

The inn is not far from the south bank of the Thames.

It is built in a narrow alley, like a cave with a narrow entrance, but once you pass through it, you will find that the interior is surprisingly large.

There were two men in felt hats guarding the door.

One of them was holding a cigarette in his mouth and his hands were in his pockets. The other was holding a notebook and a small piece of charcoal the size of a knuckle.

Roland had never stayed in an inn before, so he didn't know how to start.

The man holding the cigarette glanced at Roland's face and exposed fingers and said, "... This is not a place for people like you, sir."

Roland sighed: "I can only blame the damn casino. It almost swallowed up all my wealth."

This made the man holding the cigarette show an expression of "as expected". He nodded, said nothing more, and pointed to the person holding the small notebook beside him.

It was the man's turn to speak.

"The seat is one farthing, the rope is two, and the box is five."

Roland frowned: "I heard that a few days ago, the boxes only needed four."

The man with the notebook made a hissing sound.

He is missing a front tooth.

"You can wait until tomorrow, or come back next week. Maybe by then, only four will be needed."

Roland gritted his teeth and said, "...You guys really know how to do business."

The man stretched out his hand the next moment and tried to sell it to her: "Would you like a piece of bread that's not so dark? And potatoes, dried salted fish..."

Roland had no intention of eating anything.

"That's all I have, sir." Roland pulled out the lining of his trouser pocket and finally found a copper coin.

Exactly one penny.

The coin didn't stay in Roland's palm for more than a second before the man snatched it away like an eagle.

"If you have more, you can stay for half a day."

Roland nodded, took the paper with three scratches on it, and moved sideways into the passage.

One step away, the stench filled my nostrils.

The wall of the cart shop is actually made up of brick houses of the surrounding residents.

The operator divided the land into three parts - the first thing Roland saw was the 'seat ticket'.

Men and women with lifeless eyes, wrapped in blankets or with hats covering their faces, sat in a row on wooden benches next to the long earthen wall:
The majority of them are men, followed by children and then women.

There was no clean place on their bodies. Some of them had coarse bread in their pockets, but they only dared to secretly put it into their clothes, break it into pieces, and put it into their mouths bit by bit.

It was as crowded here as it was before I was dressed up by Cinder Kratov.

They were almost huddled together, mostly staring at the tips of their shoes, not saying a word.

Before Roland left completely, he heard scolding coming from behind him - several men on guard were hitting the wall with wooden sticks and walking towards those who were dozing off viciously.

One farthing, with a decent seat.

But sleeping is not allowed.

One Faxin, no right to sleep.

then.

It's the rope area.

This area is much more 'relaxed'.

Gentlemen in work clothes, with their feet on the ground.

At the same time, thick ropes were stretched from left to right through the area. Those who had bought "rope tickets" used the ropes as fences and hung themselves with the ropes clamped under their armpits.

Wobbly.

Snoring came and went.

"It's hard for me to imagine how they fall asleep."
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At least they can.

Two farthings were allowed to sleep.

The next day, the people in charge of watching over the area didn't have to shout to wake up the sleep-deprived gentlemen.

He would just untie the rope.

Then you get workers all over the floor awakened.

Further inwards, it is the 'box ticket'.

This is also the largest and most spacious area in Dachedian - it can be described as 'spectacular'.

Long, thin wooden boxes were stacked up like a honeycomb: from Roland's entrance, it looked almost like a cemetery for living people.

The man guarding the door saw him coming and stretched out his hand.

He took the ticket and flicked the paper instead of looking at the three charcoal marks.

At first glance, this paper looks no different from ordinary paper, but when you tap it with your fingers, the sound is crisper.

"Pick a place yourself." He put the ticket away, and seeing that Roland was clean, he couldn't help but say something, thinking that this was another unlucky guy whose fate had taken a turn. "Watch your wallet."

Roland looked around this 'living cemetery'.
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What if I yelled 'fire'?

"I'll get beaten up."
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I have a gun.

"They'll take away their guns and beat them up."
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But I didn't have a gun. So they could only beat me up, but they couldn't take my gun.

"Sometimes I want to beat you up."

(End of this chapter)