The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 189 Ch.188 Am I Humorous?

It didn't cost Roland much to 'buy' old Williams' bones - only ten shillings, and the young man in charge of the innermost part of the inn patted his chest and made a guarantee.

Not to mention just digging up one corpse.

For a little more money, he could bring back all the bones from half the cemetery at night when no one was around.

Of course, if he really did this, the first person he would trouble would be James Shelley.

He did not know about the Ring of Eternal Silence, but James Shelley must have known about it - otherwise he would not have allowed these low-class grave dwellers to occupy the land without clearing it and making use of it.

This is one of the teachings of the Ring of Eternal Silence.

'Don't disturb the dead.'

But even more interesting is the next teaching:
'The silent singer is allowed to walk with death.'

It means that mortals are not allowed to dig up the bones of the dead, as this disturbs the deceased's eternal sleep and is disrespectful to the Lord of the White Crown of the Wasteland.

But the ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence can.

Note: This is the ritualist of the 'Circle of Eternal Silence', not the ritualist of the 'Path of Elegy' or the 'Path of Dry Bones'.

There is still a big difference.

But Roland only needed the remains of old Williams. He approached Rose and asked her to arrange for a young man who was about to leave London and go to his relatives in Scarlante to represent him.

Final cost: ten shillings.

There were seven employees in the inn, and three of them were those who represented Roland and got the bonus.

On the afternoon of the third day, Rose packed the remains into two suitcases, along with two glass tubes of blood, and went to find Roland.

To be honest, old Collins was quite surprised.

Or you could say frightened.

He thought this was the "debt" Roland left outside.

When Rose pushed the door open and called out for Roland, the old man immediately frowned and said in a pretentious tone and loudly that Roland Collins was only staying in his pharmacy temporarily, and that he had left London long ago and took a ship to other countries to start a new business.

He told Rose that maybe there was love between them, maybe Roland had left something in her belly -

But don't even think about threatening anyone with this dishonorable thing.

He has nothing to do with Roland.

Roland himself was now on a large ship, drifting in some unknown sea.

Talking and talking...

Roland came down the stairs.

The scene was spectacular.

Old Collins glared at Roland with a drooped face, not understanding why Roland didn't understand what he meant.

He was speaking very loudly.

then.

Roland rushed over hurriedly with his cane.

"Is this my Lillian?"

The more anxious he became, the angrier old Collins became.

Although the woman was wearing a nice dress, she was not accompanied by a servant and came alone, carrying two large boxes - either she was not from a respectable family at all; or she was, but she had escaped secretly and was preparing to do something dishonorable with Roland.

For example, elopement.

Either way, old Collins would not agree.

He couldn't tolerate Roland being with a girl of low birth, and he couldn't tolerate him leaving London with a girl from some other family to enjoy "love" in some whimsical place.

The emotions of young people are like the tide.

When it recedes, you can see how many ugly holes there are on the beach.

In the heat of the moment, maybe this woman could change her mind and go back home crying, maybe live in a monastery for a while, with the family's protection, and it wouldn't prevent her from dating other young men...

But what about Roland?
He finally joined the church and had a stable life and friends and relatives.

He has a good reputation and is handsome, so there will definitely be a good girl who is worthy of him in the future. But if he leaves without looking back...

Everything he has gained now will be destroyed in one day.

Old Collins wouldn't let him do anything stupid because of impulse.

"What are you talking about, Roland?"

He showed unprecedented determination, and his eyes were almost emitting flames: "Watch your words, kid! Do you want me to beat you up right now?"

Roland's eyes were blank, as if he hadn't heard anything, and he kept searching for Rose with his ears.

Old Collins quickly stood between him and Rose.

"Even if she has a child, it will be a dishonorable illegitimate child! As your uncle, I absolutely do not agree with you abandoning everything you have now and going somewhere with her - how will you live? Who will you rely on for money? Who will bless you? Boy, I advise you to think carefully..."

He said a lot, and when he paused for breath, he glanced at the short curly-haired girl who was sobbing with her face covered, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"I told you, Roland, to be careful and not to get into trouble."

"Now, how are you going to give this young lady an explanation?"

He didn't look at Roland, but turned around and half-bowed, with a slightly begging look on his face: "...I don't know how to address you. Believe me, Miss, Roland Collins is not a good candidate for a husband.

"Of course, I am willing to pay the price for his assholery. This is our fault." Old Collins kept rubbing his palms and testing the girl with words: "Do you know Roland?"

Rose covered her face and shook her head slightly.

"…well."

This answer proves that the girl did run away secretly.

And a girl who can do such a thing...

Think about what the family background would be.

"I advise him, and I advise you, too. This is not a romantic story—I'm just saying that these things hurt people."

Old Collins sighed, scratched his head and rubbed his trousers unnaturally, his eyes gleaming with brilliance: "…I think it's better to notify your family first, how about that?"

He was sure the person in front of him would refuse.

as predicted.

The girl covering her face shook her head.

"…But how can I watch him continue to damage your reputation? If we stop now, we can still discuss and discuss it over and over again, and maybe we can cover it up - but if you really take that step with him and people find out, it will be all over."

Seeing that the girl didn't say anything, he whispered to her, "...it would be nice if we were just friends."

As a result, the person in front of him slowly put down his hand.

"I'm sorry, old man."

Revealing the face that was smiling with tears in it.

“…We are already friends.”

crunch--

Old Collins staggered and hurriedly held onto the cupboard beside him.

He seemed not to have heard what Rose said and stared at her: "…What?"

"I'm sorry to have worried you, sir. Although I'm not from a respectable family, I would never do anything that would bring shame to Roland." Rose smiled at old Collins, leisurely lifted her skirt, slightly bent her knees, and formally introduced herself.

"My name is Lillian Rose Vansittart, and Roland and I have known each other since we were in Forks—we are friends..."

She smiled and teased him:
"Just the kind of friend you wish you had."

Old Collins stared at Rose for a while, then turned his head mechanically.

——Then I saw the guy who was looking for death all day sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his face indifferent, and he was fiddling with a cigar in his hand.

"Uncle, I'm not funny."

Old Collins took a deep breath and looked around the pharmacy expressionlessly, looking for the broom he had just used.

Boy, I must beat you up today.

(End of this chapter)