The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 456: Rose's Home
Things have been a bit noisy in the Shelley household lately.

Although it was impossible to build a truly magnificent and beautiful manor in the city of London, they had obviously run into good luck at the moment, as they had been doing a lot of construction recently, and many servants were covered in dust and dirt all day long.

It was in such an environment that Rose returned to her "home".

Amid the sounds of rumbling and thumping.

She became a 'young lady' again, letting the servant lead the way, following step by step with legs that were not even as fast as the cripple, and was introduced to the housekeeper in a gentle voice.

"…The master is just building a frame for you. Miss, I will build it according to your preferences later."

Butler Tom is a typical gentleman. He speaks clearly and gently, but always in a way that makes people nod in agreement.

He followed James Shelley for several years and never made a mistake.

"Perhaps I could live in the same house with Mr. Shelley?"

Old Tom smiled with relief, but still advised her: "As you become more beautiful, you may need a room of your own. The master thinks that the word 'room' is too cramped, so it is better to give you 'a whole house'."

Rose has gradually become accustomed to James Shelley...or rather the Shelley family's style of doing things.

If you are a true noble, you will never do this.

They will display their wealth in other places, where it is 'less noticeable' - not in such a 'vulgar' way.

In other words.

Letting an unmarried girl live alone in a small building without parental guidance is obviously not in line with the style of the old-school aristocrats:

They believed that to constantly monitor girls' words and deeds, not only the efforts of mothers and fathers were needed, but also more teachers and servants of various kinds should be arranged.

To prevent young girls from doing shameless things that would bring shame to their families and surnames.

James Shelley certainly didn't think so.

The old housekeeper observed Rose's expression and smiled until wrinkles appeared on the corners of his eyes. "Don't worry, young lady. We are not nobles, and we would never consider joining a group with a special blood color. The Shelley family makes friends with all kinds of people, but we don't have to go to the battlefield."

"Generals, soldiers, horses, the victors wear crowns, the losers are crushed in the mud - the men who forge horseshoes and swords pass on from generation to generation."

He nodded at Rose, giving her a hint.

"The reason why the master found some teachers to teach you is not because he is worried that you will damage Shelley's reputation," Old Tom chuckled: "What kind of reputation does Shelley have?"

"I think he is just afraid that you will be at a disadvantage in future social circles and be spread bad words by people who like to talk but not think. The master is afraid that you will be sad and lost because of this."

Rose said nothing.

Go around the decorative woods.

An empty space where stones were being piled suddenly appeared before her.

There was the hustle and bustle of workers, horse-drawn carriages, carts pulling stones, and men holding small wooden boards and writing and drawing on paper.

"This is just the most basic. Measurements. No matter what style you choose or how you build it, you must first determine the approximate range. Oh, by the way, the master heard that you and the little guy from the Taylor family are going to form a partnership and set aside a piece of land for you to open your own store."

Rose still said nothing.

But her previous decision was already shaky.

Did she really want to continue like this?

How can she have such a good life?

He shouldn't be so nice to himself.

She herself does not deserve it.

The housekeeper stared at Rose, watching her face change constantly as she couldn't hide her thoughts, and sighed silently in his heart.

There are some things that only he, who has followed James Shelley for decades, can see clearly: Perhaps, what the master pursues is just a bubble after all...

But he couldn't say anything until the bubble burst.

"Come on, young lady, the master is waiting for you in the study."

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James Shelley switched to a different pipe.

Every old pipe smoker and gentleman who is keen on this art should have many different pipes - wooden, stone, with carvings of landscapes, animals or people.

His hair was well-groomed today and he seemed to have just come back from outside. He had taken off his bow tie, but the buttons on his collar were still unbuttoned.

In his hand he held a relatively large bean-yellow pipe with a carved human face:
The tobacco that was cooking inside was rising in wisps, and the room smelled like sour plums.

When Rose came in, she smelled the smell first. She quite liked the smell.

But she doesn't smoke.

"When you put on a cigarette, put on your nightgown, lean on the stairs or window, look out, and wait for someone, you have truly stepped into life..." Her aunts once told her.

So, when she became Vansittart, she vowed never to smoke, and never to look or wait for anyone.

Although now only half of the oath remains.

"You should pay attention to the harmful effects of the smoke." Rose bowed to the housekeeper who was leaving, closed the door, and whispered: "It has style, but it harms your health."

Old Shelley seemed to like Rose's concern for him.

The two thin lips formed an upturned crescent shape that was visibly visible to the naked eye.

"Sit down, kid, sit down and talk." He knocked on the bowl, turned it upside down, and poured the unburned tobacco and white ashes into the glass jar. "Pipes are not inhaled into the stomach, just like cigars... I think you know more about cigars, right?"

He teased, but his body still obeyed his 'daughter's' words.

Put down the pipe.

Spread your hands.

"Look," the weird old man raised his eyebrows, "now I am healthy again."

It made Rose want to laugh.

"It seems that this trip made you happy." Old Shelley looked at Rose's lively face. "You are just like me when I was young. You always want to do something big, otherwise you will be bitten by the boring life."

Rose bowed her head slightly.

"No, dear, don't let etiquette control you," Old Shelley rubbed his hands, bent down, opened the drawer, took out a wooden box and pushed it to Rose, "I want you to learn those things just to let you deal with those annoying people - but I didn't say that you can behave like a lady when you are with me."

"The Shelleys have never been ladies or gentlemen."

He motioned for Rose to open the box.

"My gift for you, Rose."

"Gift?"

"I don't know your birthday, and I don't know if you're happy to celebrate this day every year - I took the initiative to prepare a gift for you..."

He straightened the box and urged her on like a child.

"Open it and have a look, girl. Open it and have a look."

Rose felt even worse.

She almost wanted to tell him right now, tell him that she was not his daughter.

He was deceived.

"I…"

"Open it quickly, child, what are you waiting for?" Old Shelley said without further ado and pushed the wooden box into her arms again.

then.

The copper buckle is turned up.

A necklace was hidden in the black velvet.

The lace necklace with diamonds inlaid in it will make women more charming, and it is decorated with a clear diamond-shaped emerald at the bottom.

Just like Rose's eyes.

Extremely Beautiful.

"Like it?"

Old Shelley originally wanted to give her a more complicated and luxurious necklace, one that was as complex as a spider web and hung down to her chest, and was made entirely of carefully selected gemstones - but Tom said that it was his first gift, and considering Rose's background, something too expensive might scare the girl.

So, old Shelley had to hold his nose and choose a gift that was "not very valuable" - a gift that he did not consider expensive.

But Rose didn't even glance at him. She stared more at James Shelley's expectant face.

"…Perhaps I am not your daughter, sir."

she says.

(End of this chapter)