The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 431: Guardian

Under the silver moon.

Two men sat on the eaves, smoking cigars with their four legs dangling in the air.

This picture is very strange.

"…Yes, rinse your mouth and try to spit it out through your nose. That's right, don't swallow it."

The former cigar apprentice has now become a teacher.

The man in the cloak was a quick learner and had a sharp tongue.

"It's weird, I think I taste cocoa and a very light... cream?"

"Three pounds' worth of taste," Roland smiled. "Does it meet your expectations?"

"It's almost the same."

The man shook his shoulders: "I've smoked a few before, but none as good as this one... The smoke is as soft and smooth as a woman's thigh." He finished, and said jokingly: "You probably know that the Shelley family also runs a tobacco business - but with Taylor, who would look for Shelley?"

"I smoke a pipe, but not often. Life is so busy that I rarely have time to relax and enjoy myself..."

"Like now?" Roland asked.

"Like now," he said.

Whether it is a pipe or a cigar, apart from the price, what is truly expensive is the time you spend enjoying them.

This is also the reason why they are favored by the wealthy and nobles, but isolated from the middle and lower classes.

They have no money and no time.

"How can a person have nothing?" The man said with a self-deprecating look: "It was only when I reached the third ring that I could enjoy some free time for tobacco and wine. Before that, even if the gold in my pocket clattered, I couldn't tell that my heart was at peace."

"It's like there's a bear with a knife chasing me every day."

"You are many years ahead of me."

The two of them smoked cigarettes and talked about people, countries, business, some trivial things between men and women, and special experiences.

It was as if they were not the ones who had fought before.

"…The taste is very complex. I think you have given me an expensive hobby." When the cigar reached the end, the man took a long breath and sighed, "If old Shelley found out that I go in and out of the golden smoke every week, I'm afraid I will never be treated well again."

Roland laughed.

"You can tell him it's just for cocoa and whipped cream."

"I better dare."

Smoking a cigar too quickly can make people feel "drunk" - Mr. Cloak is not good at this. After flicking away the cigarette butt, he talked a lot of "drunk words" to Roland.

"The truth is: while acquiring 'influence', Shelley hoped to introduce the Royalists into Street."

He suddenly spoke.

In the cold and silent night, the sound was particularly clear.

"Our new heir is not yet capable of fighting against Chloe. Introducing a third party is a good idea. At the same time, we will also privately offer limited loyalty to the supreme one."

Roland didn't understand.

Although the secret party led by Chloe and Heffer has always stood against the sweet lady, and Shelley's actions will undoubtedly make Chloe, who is not sure whether she is awake or not, feel sick for half a year...

But no matter what, white ore is ultimately just a material for building houses.

At most, it adds color to the food of inferior people.

Is it necessary to alarm the person in Buckingham Palace?
Wasn't Shelley, like the private alliance behind it, eternally neutral?
"I understand your doubts," the man smiled when Roland asked, "but these can't be 'drunk talk', Mr. Collins. There are some secrets that you need to find out yourself."

"For example, how huge is the interest behind the white mine?"

He said.

"But I can tell you frankly: everything the master has done is for the future of the young lady, so that he can steer a ship that is easy to control and turn."

He patted his butt, stood up and stretched.

"Oh, by the way." He asked Roland casually, "A judge of the Inquisition is planning to use the methods of a criminal?"

Roland also stood up and said seriously: "Henry Streeter is a cultist."

Cloak laughed at his blunt lie: "You haven't even met him yet, Mr. Collins."

"That's right, but I've had the ability since I was a child to 'foresee' the future to a certain extent..." At this point, Roland couldn't help laughing.

The man rubbed his brows.

He discovered that the young gentleman and his lady had a similar lawlessness.

Even an executive officer could not judge a noble at will—at least not in the way Roland said.

That was a lynching.

"So you're not going to do that?"

"Who told our eldest lady to find a more exciting way?" Roland said helplessly, "She likes to cause trouble more than anyone else." It seems that you are not qualified to say that.

The cloaked man silently complained.

One of them planned to visit the house and then shoot him to death after saying "You are a cultist"; the other one joined forces with the second heir who was living abroad and prepared to start a rebellion.

The Shelleys' future...

Will it be okay?

"You are a good friend, happy to play with the young lady."

The man looked at Roland, his eyes shining brightly in the night.

"As long as she likes it."

He said.

…………

……

Like a man who climbs through the small window while returning home from a date with his lover, hiding his wife's secret.

He found his wife drinking tea silently in the room.

Roland: ...

The leisurely Miss Shelley is using her free time to hone her ladylike skills: pinching the ears of the teacup, her raised fingers hesitate between affectation and grace.

But when Roland landed, they decided that being pretentious would be more appropriate for the current situation.

"Good night, my friend."

The straight-shouldered lady tilted her head slightly to greet him, with a hint of surprise on her face: "The tavern seems to have a front door?"

"Men who cheat on their partners never go through the front door."

"Oh, really?" Rose pulled her nightgown closer, picked up the small candlestick on the table, and sat next to him.

She had just finished washing and her body was still damp.

"What kind of woman?"

"Big ass."

"Your hobbies are not unique at all."

“I’m a popular person.”

"You are not." Rose put the candlestick on the table, turned around and unbuttoned Roland's collar in the light of the fire.

Her palm was small and soft, like a warm stream sliding across my neck.

"You're freezing."

Roland grabbed her wrist and pulled it down.

Every time Rose acted like a 'lady', he felt a little uncomfortable - she was really not suited to that.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth." Roland raised his hand: "Your guardian."

"I knew that old man wouldn't let me out alone..." Rose rolled her eyes: "Where did you meet? What did you talk about? Who was it? Did it follow us all the way from London? I didn't see any carriage following us? Or did it arrive first? It can't be Kingsley, right?"

"So many questions, Rose."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a force coming from his shoulders, pressing him onto his back on the bed.

"Lady time is over?" Roland wanted to laugh when he saw the angry man on his body.

Every day, every moment, he could sense the discomfort of this 'daughter', like there was sand in his shoes.

Awkward girl.

"Oh, so now, who's on top?"

The riding girl looked down at Roland, pressed his nose with her finger, and patted his leg with her other hand: "Good horse, run faster."

She giggled and shook the wooden bed, making it creak.

"Look, look, I've been sitting here for half an hour waiting for you to come back." The green eyes stared at the face that she never got tired of looking at. Seeing his lips curled up, she couldn't help but reach out and touch his face: "I'm much better to you than that vicious gray-haired man. If it were me, I would allow you to find three... five lovers, how about it?"

“But don’t spend too much money.”

The language is a joke, and the expression is also a joke.

Even the tone was much more exaggerated than usual.

But the room didn't take it as a joke and soon quieted down.

"Poor child."

"She hasn't even figured out who her real enemy is."

(End of this chapter)