The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 451 Ch.450 Annoying
The carriage drove away from the town of Inns, leaving that white hell behind.

Roland couldn't help but wonder what would have happened to Peggy Streeter if they had never appeared.

Maybe she will still live freely and better than anyone else.

A ritualist who reached the second ring in less than five years was definitely gifted. Even without Rose, she would probably be able to get what she wanted, or simply leave her hometown and live in London or somewhere else.

Maybe she would die.

Shelley changed his partner and helped Henry Streeter kill her. The miners scattered, and only in the relaxation after being released every midnight, he would talk to his wife for a few words about the kind girl who had appeared in Inns town, helped them, and whom they watched grow up.

It's better than surviving and becoming hideous.

Roland hated fate, but he had to praise it because it did provide interesting stories for those who loved to watch it.

As long as he lives, there will always be such interesting stories happening.

Roland said goodbye to the approachable miner girl in his heart.

Draw the curtains.

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……

Just as they had come, Kingsley separated from them at the train station.

He was to travel by car to West Manlis and then to London.

"I'll treat you to a drink when we get to London." Rose stretched out her arms, which were sore from the bumpy ride. She didn't bother pretending. She thought the man had seen a lot, "There are many bars that are fun to watch..."

Kingsley had already guessed what kind of job Rose was doing, but he just couldn't understand why a thief would have the last name Shelley.

Kleptomania?
"Please inform me immediately when you arrive in London, Mr. Kingsley." Roland also extended an invitation.

"Where shall I inform you?"

"Fleet Street." Roland gave the address, but that was not what Kingsley wanted to hear.

"I never asked you what you did for a living, Roland Collins. You are so skilled, you are not a policeman, are you?"

"almost."

Roland smiled and said, "You can find me in the courtroom."

He took off his hat, touched his chest, and formally introduced himself.

"Roland Collins, the Inquisition's Executor."

Kingsley was shocked.

Executive Officer?!

He was described by his friends as a group of people called "crows", "hooligans", "softies" and "greedy ghosts", but at the same time, his father had the opposite evaluation of them:
'Provoke one less predator'.

Kingsley had never seen a real - he meant, an executive who actually did things.

"You mean, the Inquisition of the Holy Cross?"

"I think if there is no second tribunal... that's right." Roland narrowed his eyes, and the black hair that fell to his back was blown by the wind like a tail in the sound of the whistle: "But this is not fair, Kingsley."

"I'm a detective, I told you."

"But that's not my question." Roland tapped his lips: "Last name. Kingsley, you never mentioned your last name."

"Before I become a famous detective, I don't need this last name to add color to me." Kingsley took out his pocket watch and glanced down: "I should go."

He still seemed so unapproachable and cold-faced.

Carrying the soft box, he turned around, walked a few steps, and looked back.

But Roland and Rose were still there, waving goodbye to him with a smile.

“…You are not a good friend.”

The rock-faced man muttered something and walked back quickly.

"You can think of a name for the detective agency for me... Also, what surname should I use to become famous in London." He curled his lips, and without waiting for the two to tease him, he lowered the brim of his hat, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Rose: "He's such a weird guy."

Roland: “Yes.”

Rose: "But I think he's a good friend."

Roland: "If you don't steal from him, yes."

Rose: "How can you belittle my hobby?"

Roland: "I was just belittling you."

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The tracks lead to London.

Along the way, Rose made a lot of money.

Roland really didn't want to see the gentlemen and ladies who had lost their money, but it was indeed lively - if they lost their money, the same thing should happen as when they came.

There is no Kingsley in this car, no detective jumping out to solve the case.

The police were powerless.

So, in addition to a lot of change, the male and female thieves also got a lot of sad faces.

There are also couples who quarrel.

'If you hadn't gone on an affair last night, we wouldn't be late. Get in this car!'

'If you could be better in bed--' It was a lot of fun.

Before arriving in London, Roland could see that the girl next to him was starting to get nervous.

"Are you worried that you haven't done anything good?"

"…Um."

"Ms. Streeter told you to keep sending people to talk. I don't think anything will go wrong."

"But Mr. Shelley asked me to handle it myself..." Rose said with a sad face: "I don't think I can do such a thing, and I don't have a smart brain..."

However, James Shelley was fully aware that Rose did not have a smart brain.

So William was notified.

Roland didn't know how angry this frustrated girl would be when she got home.

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"What did Peggy Streeter tell you?"

Roland: ...

I thought about it.

"What do you say we should name Kingsley's detective agency?"

Rose said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

"…She wants me to visit Innistown more often. I think you understand what she means."

Of course, this was a passionate confession for a lady of 'status'.

Roland lowered his eyelashes: "But I don't intend to develop a lingering love with a lady like in the novels..."

Rose had a strange expression on her face: "She's not ugly."

“Certainly, the harshest critic couldn’t call Ms. Peggy Streeter ugly.”

"She is wealthy. If she had a man..."

"Of course, Ms. Street owns most of the mines and holds power in the town of Inns."

Rose pressed the cushion and slowly leaned forward like a curious cat: "What's wrong with you? Don't you like pretty, rich, powerful, and prestigious people who are pursuing you passionately?"

Roland showed his crab claws, pinched the cat's nose, and teased: "I am at most worthy of being called a thief..."

"And the bats are stupid and dark."

Rose blinked her rippling eyes, and a pair of calm golden eyes were reflected in the green lake.

Slowly lower your head...

Butt someone's chest with your head.

"No woman can compare to that Streeter." She folded her hands and put her stockinged feet on the table - Roland's side.

So she was tilted.

"There's no 'average woman' around me."

"You have such a foxy mouth." Rose raised her chin, as if she realized that she shouldn't dwell on something that would make a man unhappy. She changed the subject and said, "...I think that Shandel is not qualified as a wife."

"Can she handle household chores?"

"I stare at that broken cross all day, thinking about how to harm people..."

"First of all, we didn't talk about wives."

Roland: ...

"You'll be in a better position sooner or later, Roland. If you want to start a family, you'd better think twice - I can help you with that." Rose narrowed her eyes, intending to find Roland a weak woman who could tolerate a mistress.

Thus…

"Rose."

"Ok?"

"You seem to have forgotten who you are."

"identity?"

"You are Shelley now."

Rose was stunned.

Yes.

I am Miss Shelley, and I may be Ms. Shelley in the future. If this is my identity... even if Roland has a title, it will be considered a good match, right?

She did not respond with the laugh or scolding that Roland expected. Instead, she slowly lowered her head and fell into deep thought.

A strange throbbing sensation ran across my spine like fingernails.

Did she have to be so anxious to tell James Shelley the answer...?

You can do this…

Rose is not afraid of bad words, but she can't stand others being nice to her.

"You're so annoying, Roland."

Roland:?
(End of this chapter)