The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 414 Ch.413 Chatting at the Inn
"Hi, you three."

The girl, who had washed her hair and face, was holding a tray with three high-necked wooden pots on it.

"Try the town's specialty, fruit wine."

After getting permission, she went into the house and carefully placed the tray on the round table.

"It's free."

"Free, specially for us." Kingsley added for her, picking up the wooden pot and pouring four cups. "The fruit wine in town is not cheap. Compared with the accommodation fee, these three pots will not make you much money - you are curious about why we are here, right?"

The diamond-faced man spoke bluntly.

"I envy your brain," Peggy smiled, "I'm just curious."

"You are not curious." Kingsley looked at her coldly: "You put your so-called 'foreign big shot' in the same tavern you are familiar with. Isn't it more convenient..."

"Your thumb and four other fingers are not broad, your forearm is not as thick as a candle, and you are definitely not a miner."

Roland sighed.

Mr. Kingsley has an old face.

But still a little younger.

Some words don't need to be said to show your "sensitivity".

"I mean no harm, sir, ma'am."

Peggy pursed her lips, and without taking the wine poured for her, she looked at Roland: "I have no ill intentions. I just hope that you won't bring bad news."

"What bad news?" Kingsley demanded.

He seemed determined to get to the bottom of things.

“…Bad news is bad news.” Peggy shook her head and refused to continue.

At this moment the bird came out of her blouse again.

Thrilling.

Roland made the sound for it in his head, without dodging or avoiding it. Look, it kicked Peggy with its little paw, fell straight onto the round table in an arc, hit the wine glass, rolled a few times, and fell into Roland's arms.

"Good day?"

'Chirp.'

The small candle was hidden in the sleeve and glared at it with its red eyes.

'Get lost.'

Roland realized that if he continued like this, he would end up like a snake swallowing a chicken, so he quickly picked it up with his other hand.

"Miss Peggy?"

Peggy hurriedly walked around Kingsley, took the bird that was not even as big as a palm, and kept apologizing.

Kingsley watched coldly.

The age gap between the four people is not big, so after such a fuss, they can invite the bird owner to sit down and chat for a few minutes.

As mentioned before, Paige is very talkative and very good at getting along with people.

In addition to Kingsley, Rose and Roland also have a good impression of her.

They ate some snacks and listened to the girl introduce the town to them, and responded to her previous questions:
Why they came.

"My last name is Shelley." Rose straightened her sitting posture and slightly tucked her chin in: "I'm here for the family business."

"Shelley?"

Peggy was stunned, but quickly responded: "Shelley? Black Nosed Shelley?"

"What black nose?"

"It's on the west side," Peggy pointed at the wall. "On the west side, the owner of the coal shop, Black Nose William, seems to be related to Shelley... Are you looking for him?"

Without waiting for Rose to answer, she started talking about this and that.

"... He's a miser. He gave me sevenpence for a nice candlestick I brought him. Oh, he has a pretty wife. And a carriage? Of course he has one. He's a very handsome fellow."

Confusing words.

Rose came here to do only one thing:

Old Shelley wanted Rose to take the proceeds from the store and sell the land.

The Shelley family is going to withdraw completely from the Wigan mining complex.

——As for coal ore? It is a harder kind of coal.

Black, shining in the firelight.

Often, skilled jewelry craftsmen are able to carve portraits or patterns on them and inlay luxurious jewels to make them into pendants, bracelets, or even hair crowns.

The most fashionable thing nowadays is jewelry made of jet.

"Why?" Peggy blinked. "I heard that in a large mine, you can only find two or three veins of coal. Wouldn't this thing be sold for a good price in a big city?"

"No one would barbecue in front of a lion group." Rose had no ill feelings towards this girl who was 'similar to herself'. On the contrary, influenced by her personality, she said a few more words: "The Shelley family no longer does business here."

"Because of Streeter?" Paige asked.

Rose frowned.

"You know Streeter?"

Peggy rubbed Gates in her arms with her fingertips and laughed mockingly: "Miss! Everyone knows Streeter! In this land, Streeter is much more powerful than the king!"

Rose suddenly remembered the conversation she had with old Shelley before she left.

"I have read the account book, and the teacher has also explained it to me, sir. The shop makes a lot of money every year, why sell it? And also the land and the craftsmen?"

Old Shelley: 'We have our own mines, Lillian.'

Rose: 'But it's also extra income.'

Old Shelley: 'Of course, but I still have to sell it - remember, it must be sold to the Streeters.'

Rose was even more confused.

'Why? ’

'That's the question for you to think about - just treat it as homework, and when you come back, give me an answer.'

Rose pondered this along the way.

Even if the Shelley family has their own mines, there is no need to give up the profits.

Even if I let go of this jewelry store, there is no need to sell off the land and the craftsmen together - these skilled craftsmen are extremely important.

Moreover.

If you must sell it, why not sell it to Chloe?
Aren’t the Vigan Mines owned by Chloe?
Chloe's family must be richer than Street's, right?

Rose didn't quite understand what James Shelley meant or the plan behind this move.

Until she heard Peggy say: Street is more powerful than the queen in this land.

Then it dawned on me.

She is not stupid, she just needs to change her mindset:

If Shelley really did this, then can it be said that James Shelley leaned towards the royalist party?

At least, they are not very willing to stand on the same road with Chloe and the Heyman family - the private alliance will not stand on either side, so Shelley can only use some obvious methods that are not conspiracies, but are definitely uncomfortable...

But why did old Shelley do that? Didn't the Shelley family just do business?

The more Rose thought about it, the more her head hurt.

The mess of thoughts in her head were like a ball of thread tangled by a cat.

'How annoying.'

She hesitated.

She couldn't do it. This 'smart mind' and 'intelligent woman' - it didn't work with her.

She was more interested in weaving and uncovering conspiracies than in breaking glass with a hammer or rushing into a jewelry store with a horse-drawn carriage.

Ok…

Just sell it to Streeter and play with it for a few days.

Miss Snitch had made up her mind and was too lazy to think about what the shrewd old man was planning all day.

"Yes, the Shelleys are planning to withdraw from the Wigan Mines. Strychnitz is a good buyer, right?"

Paige blinked, "Of course."

she says.

"But not, I suppose, the present Streeter."

(End of this chapter)