The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 450 Ch.449 Just thinking of a name

The carriage swayed towards the station, and after the bumps became stable, it passed through the increasingly thick fog.

Kingsley wasn't going in the same direction as them.

"I'm going to your 'homeland', you two." The detective said with a hint of sarcasm: "I'm going to West Manlis."

"Your client is in West Manlis?"

"No, just dealing with something. It can't be called a 'client', Roland." Kingsley knocked on the armrest and said: "It should be a 'living and romantic corpse' - in London."

It's his father.

"My father, who is happy every day and soaked in wine and milk, never forgets to assign a fatal case to his son." Speaking of his father, Kingsley raised one corner of his mouth, and there was finally a slightly different expression on his hard and mature face like a stone slab.

He didn't seem to like his father's style, but he showed great respect for him in his words and deeds.

"His greedy lover died of white ore."

Kingsley said.

"And me? In order to avoid lying on women all day like him, I have to make this matter clear - now even the 'murderer' has been punished."

Although the process is really grand.

"Your father is a sensible man." Roland said, but was laughed at by Kingsley.

"Don't say that, Roland. If you had a father like that, your house would be full of strange women whose names you didn't even know. You would know what they were doing in secret and what they meant when they smiled at you."

“I’ve been invited countless times.”

Rose whistled.

This time, it was Kingsley's turn to glare at her.

"…Anyway, you may not believe it, but I almost have to identify these women by features other than their faces, and then give them names that I know in my heart to distinguish them…"

Rose couldn't help it and started laughing.

Kingsley's face darkened and he sighed hard: "My father does not support my career."

He said frankly.

During the trip to Ins Town, no matter what the process was, he had already become friends with these two "crazy people".

There are some things he never hides from his friends.

"…My father thought that the career I was pursuing was truly 'degenerate'. I should study ships, trade and stocks. I should attend those 'tail' events, drink high-end wine that is neither spicy nor bitter, and listen to empty speeches in boring occasions."

He rubbed his face, blurted out everything as if to vent his anger, and even asked Roland for a cigar.

Without cutting it, he tore open the cap with his teeth, roughly struck two matches, and puffed hard to light it.

"call."

"I admit that he is a shrewd, sophisticated man who absolutely deserves praise...but I don't want to live like him."

Kingsley is a very clever man.

Smart and simple enough.

Among the people Roland had ever met, he was one of the simplest.

"To be honest, your father is right." Roland pinched his cigar and pushed the window open a crack. "Kingsley, my friend. Although I don't know your last name——"

"But I can tell that your father is guiding you in the right direction."

Who can be at ease and at leisure?

Everyone has the same answer.

The world is not only like this, but also advocates this——

He should have discussed literature with his friends, appreciated music, talked about horse racing, and chatted about elegant sports such as hunting and croquet.

He should talk to his friends about mysterious science and women, drink enthusiastically together, and go to a fragrant place in the night to have a hearty shouting match (what they shout is not important, it depends on each person's beliefs).

But he chose the lowly lifestyle.

Especially the more humble of the humble.

detective.

This business is not much better than that of flies.

Generally speaking, they serve those who can afford it, and mostly do dirty work like stalking, catching lovers, or arresting their husbands' husbands.

This is looked down upon.

Even if they get a commission, the client still looks down on them.

police?

The police are even worse.

——They were still worried about whether the weekly snacks would fall safely into their pockets, and now, a wild dog came to steal their food?
“It’s not good for you.”

"Yeah, it's not good for me, it's not good for me." Kingsley repeated: "He also said, 'Not good for you, Kingsley'. But Roland, you know what?"

"In this world, I am the only one who knows what is 'good for me'." "I know it myself, and only what I want counts."

Kingsley suddenly became sharp.

"I can't live a life that wastes my time. I don't expect him to be of any help to me, but I hope he won't raise his own son like a hound."

Roland nodded.

"You've done it."

"Almost there." Kingsley raised his head and exhaled a puff of cigarette, which was sucked away by the window in an instant. "When I return to West Manlis and deal with the subsequent troubles, I will go to London to find him - I want to open a detective agency in London."

When talking about the detective agency, Roland changed his previous dull expression and straightened his back!
"You haven't decided on a name for your detective agency yet?"

Kingsley: ...

you?
"I haven't thought about that, but the name is not important. A good detective, a wise master, should know that the name is just the skin--"

"No, no, no, Kingsley, that's not right, you don't understand." Roland held up a finger, and with the cigar, it became two. "You don't understand the importance of names, Kingsley. How can you be so arrogant - the fruit is fragrant because of the skin..."

Rose nodded as she listened and interjected, "Women are noticed for their beauty."

fruit?

woman?

Why are we talking about this again?

Although he didn't know the purpose, Kingsley didn't agree with what they said. He frowned and started to argue:

"If a fruit is sweet enough, it will always attract people's attention. Similarly, if a lady is gentle, kind, and thoughtful enough, even if she does not have a beautiful face——"

Before Roland could respond, Rose refuted him.

In Miss Snitch's opinion, beauty is very important - or one of the most important things.

In her previous career (now her hobby), she had escaped many times by relying on her beauty.

"Great Detective, are you saying that a woman's face is not important?"

Kingsley said strictly, "It's not 'unimportant', but relatively gentle, kind and thoughtful. Beauty should be ranked fourth."

Rose retorted, "She is kind, thoughtful, and beautiful—but not gentle. Without the first one, what will you choose, Detective?"

Kingsley sighed, "Lovers are allowed to have each other's flaws. We are human, my lady."

Rose: "But she's not gentle."

Kingsley: "But she met the last three requirements."

Rose: "Yes, but she's not gentle. She's hiding behind the door all day, ready to hit you on the nose with a hammer just because you accidentally stepped on the carpet."

Kingsley: ...

This has nothing to do with gentleness.

"Everything has its limits, young lady." Kingsley shook his head: "If that's the case, I'll have to stay away."

"Then she is gentle and considerate, but not kind, and she wants to cut off the ears of every newsboy with scissors--"

Kingsley: "That's against the law."

"Well, what if she's gentle and kind, but not thoughtful?"

Kingsley said patiently, "Miss, I allow her to be inconsiderate, as long as she is gentle and kind, I can still afford to hire a servant."

"She inconsiderately dropped the wire into the chicken soup and gave it to your child."

Kingsley: ...

Roland was almost dying of laughter.

Kingsley's idea was correct, and it represented the correct answer at the moment - but he definitely couldn't argue with Rose.

Because Rose is unreasonable.

Are you reasoning with a thief?

"Actually," Kingsley also realized this, and inwardly he deeply condemned himself for debating this with a lady, "Actually, everything you said leaned towards 'vicious'."

"Viciousness is not what we are talking about."

Rose shrugged. "Oh, you think that, no matter what, I shouldn't fall in love with a vicious woman?"

Kingsley nodded, "Of course. Maybe my lover is not considerate, gentle, and kind enough, but he will never go to the point of being vicious."

Rose turned her head and stared at someone who was overjoyed and ended up in tragedy.

"The great detective said that it's okay for a lover to be inconsiderate, gentle, and kind, but he or she must never be vicious."

"do you think so?"

Roland: ...

I just wanted to give the detective agency a name.

(End of this chapter)