The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 186 Ch.185 Bronte

I am my brother...

"How is your sister, 'Randolph'?" Someone couldn't help laughing and pursed his lips, glancing at the colorful 'Randolph' beside him - and the middle-aged maid standing beside him, feeling uneasy.

She saw everything when she just came downstairs.

This is too...

太…

This is not the behavior of a grown-up lady.

She planned to go back and talk to Ms. Theresa.

If Theresa was dissatisfied, she could talk to Mr. Taylor; otherwise, I would just pretend I didn't see it.

"My sister! I miss Roland!"

Beatrice stared at Roland seriously. The loose indoor skirt looked especially tight on her. "Roland shouldn't leave."

"I'm too busy, Beatrice." Roland tilted his ear, fumbled, and pushed the light little cake on the table towards her, "I'm busy making money, busy working, and busy supporting myself."

Beatrice ignored the cake completely. Her big purple eyes refused to let Roland go. She stared at him and suddenly began to touch his body.

After a moment, he shouted.

"My stuff!"

"She's making too much noise now since last time."
-
I like the current one.
-
At least no one dares to mess with her in secret.

Roland crossed his legs and watched her leisurely as she teased her maid, who was so annoyed that she turned around and went upstairs.

After a while, he came down with a small silk bag in his hand.

It was filled with clattering gold pounds.

No shillings and pence.

The lowest denomination is one pound.

“Not working.”

Beatrice snatched the silk bag, shook it, held it up like a treasure, and stuffed it into Roland's hand. "No work."

"This is your brother's money, Beatrice."

"I am the brother!"

This made the maid beside her laugh.

Roland took the bag, weighed it, and sighed: "Tell Randolph that he should be careful about the Taylor family's property."

The maid smiled.

…………

……

A steamy bathroom.

Rustling sound.

The sound of running water.

as well as…

"Wang-"

The two maids outside the door couldn't help but curl their lips.

They helped the 'dirty lady' to undress, arranged soap and brushes, and those who washed her hair, including tooth powder and combs for the guests - the maid with golden brown hair just held back the upturned corners of her mouth, quickly arranged everything, and quickly retreated.

"Some people say this is a curse." The man with pockmarks on his face leaned against the wall and whispered to the golden-brown-haired maid, "It will bring bad luck."

The other party said little and tapped her lips with her index finger: "Sally, watch your words and actions."

"It's true, Bronte." Sally pointed to the door and lowered her voice: "Did you see the blind man? Blind, with a barking dog, doesn't this sound like the stories you've heard..."

"Sally." Bronte frowned slightly. "Watch your mouth."

She was not very pretty to begin with, and when she had no expression on her face, the corners of her mouth drooped unnaturally.

This doesn't look at all humane and definitely not gentle.

However, Sally was not afraid of her.

She knew what kind of person Bronte was and what kind of character he had.

They had both just arrived and had not had much contact with the old servants in the house. For now, they could only chat with each other.

——And as time went on, Sally realized that she would soon have to "distance herself" from Bronte.

Because Brontë, unlike her, was not a true cleaning servant.

She felt somewhat dissatisfied.

"Hey, my friend told me to stay away from these weirdos."

This made the maid named Bronte frown even more: "...are you still hanging out with that thug from the Gold Tooth Gang?"

Sally raised her eyebrows and looked Bronte up and down. "You come from the countryside, how can you understand? That's not a good thing. You haven't seen him in his most powerful state - with a few strong men, he broke into that person's house and hit his legs with a stick... My heart almost jumped out of my chest!"

Bronte was silent.

Everyone has his own choice.

She had finally found such a good job - although it was not easy, the weekly salary was much higher than that of an ordinary teacher.

Yes, teacher.

Tutor.

Generally speaking, employers would not want governesses to have any free time, so they would assign them extra sewing work: such as sewing cloth hats or pajamas, or even clothes for dolls.

Theresa was a kind-hearted person who seldom ordered her around, and the Taylor family didn't need a sewing maid.

But only today did she serve someone other than Beatrice——

She felt different. Perhaps it was because of that handsome gentleman.

His name is…

Collins?
Bronte took the name to heart.

Since she came, she had seen Ms. Theresa receive many of Mr. Taylor's friends - this was the first time she had done it so formally.

and so…

She didn't want Sally to talk about it and get herself into trouble.

"Sally, maybe that gentleman is very important." She reminded him, but as soon as the words slipped out of her lips, she began to curse herself in her heart.

Bronte, ah Bronte.

Is it so difficult not to respond?

As expected, Sally just shrugged in response to her reminder, not taking it seriously at all:
"Mr. Taylor's friends are all very rich, and I don't see how this 'sharp-eyed' man has any valuables -

Oh, he has a nice face, but I guarantee you he's fragile, probably not as strong as I am -

As weak as a boneless cat, what kind of gentleman is this... I don't think he is a man at all."

"Sally."

"A blind man..." Sally poked her head in and whispered, "...You are a tutor, Bronte, you can read. Tell me, what are the stories about this kind of people? I heard that it is because their parents did something immoral, which made the benefactor angry and punished, so that their children will never see the light of day..."

"You say, could this be true?"

“I heard someone say…”

Bronte sighed deeply and said no more.

About twenty minutes passed.

The bathroom quieted down.

Sally tidied herself up, straightened her back, and pushed the door open.

Before Bronte could catch up, he saw a dark figure passing by at the corner of the corridor.

Theresa stood there expressionless for a long time.

"Miss…"

"Go and keep the guests company for me. Beatrice is making a lot of noise."

"Sally's still—"

"I will get help, Bronte. Go and keep Mr. Collins company."

"…Yes."

Bronte was worried about Sally, so she lowered her head and walked past her in small steps.

In the living room, Beatrice was pestering Roland, telling him what she did, what she ate, and what she played every day.

They are all discontinuous and fragmented.

Roland listened with great interest and asked questions from time to time.

These two people...

They seem like real brother and sister.

Bronte thought about it, tiptoed to the side of the older maid who was taking care of Beatrice, and stood still.

"…Your lips have lost their color."

It seems that taking care of Miss Taylor is not easy.

"I've been feeling a little unwell lately, Bronte." The older maid looked at Beatrice, who was playing with Roland, with some reluctance in her eyes:

"…But I think I really need to take a break. I often feel blurry shadows appearing in front of my eyes. Yesterday evening, I took a walk with the young lady and fell hard. I was so scared that I was afraid of knocking the young lady down that I broke out in a cold sweat."

Overlapping shadows?
"Your eyes..."

"Yes, yes. Theresa said she could arrange an appointment for me with a doctor, but I have to save my money for John and Harper."

Those were her son and daughter.

"Maybe I should just go home and rest for a while..."

The older maid said, rubbing her eyes.

In fact, not only did her eyes feel uncomfortable, but she also had stomach cramps from time to time recently, as if there was a little man waving a dagger inside.

"I really need to take a break..."

Take a break...

Then, I will have to stay with Beatrice almost all day.

Bronte thought.

She was a little uneasy.

I don't know if I can take good care of this 'lively' lady.

The middle-aged maid seemed to see what she was worried about, and soothed her in a gentle voice: "...Miss Taylor is a kind girl. She is sometimes noisy, but mostly quiet. I know you can read and can teach arithmetic, foreign languages, music, etc...."

"Perhaps, you two can really have a conversation about art?"

I hope...

Bronte was reluctant to leave the Taylor family easily.

The owner of this house and Ms. Theresa are very generous and not too harsh on others.

If she could really get along well with this young lady, then after working for two or three years she would be able to save enough money to support her sisters.

She encouraged herself in her heart.

(End of this chapter)