The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 458 Ch.457 Who can't

When Roland returned home, the pharmacy was closed.

The door was closed, and there was a constant clanging sound from inside, which could be heard from far away - the loose eaves of the house were shaking, and clusters of dust were flowing down the curtain like an hourglass above the head.

Roland brought a small bundle of milk tied with string from the public market, the peas and cherry tomatoes that Yam loved to eat, and the sherry that his uncle often drank (but to celebrate, Roland went to a regular store and bought a few more expensive bottles of whiskey, sherry, and red wine, which he didn't understand at all.)
(It is said that the vintage is good, but he can’t taste much difference—but if you know the difference in money, you can taste the difference.)
The main hall faces the shelves and counters.

As soon as he entered the room, Roland saw a man with his butt sticking out, rummaging under the medicine cabinet.

Pull out a lot of drawers.

Roland tiptoed over and saw old Collins kneeling on the ground, reaching for something through the crack under the medicine cabinet.

He silently transferred the things to one hand, then gently opened the drawer above his head.

Half a minute later.

The key was found.

The old man stood up panting, raised his head hard, and hit the drawer with his head bravely and fearlessly.

A cry of "ouch".

A loud 'bang'——!
There were hurried steps on the stairs. Jaime Jones, pulled up under the blankets, covered herself tightly with her nightgown and blouse - the first person she saw was Roland.

"You're back!"

Old Collins rubbed his head and cursed.

"I brought you tomatoes and pea pods, Yam. And I bought some bottles of wine for my uncle."

Old Collins pushed the drawers in one by one, pressed his head, and said sarcastically: "The headache will go away after drinking it, right?"

Yam glanced at him sideways, quickly took the bag from Roland's hand and put it down, checking his face, neck, shoulders and waist with both hands - as if some parts would be missing if he came back a few days later.

"If you fight with anyone again and I find bruises, you won't be able to go home."

“…Some people said I couldn’t survive on the streets.”

Yam Jones pinched his nose and said, "With a face like that, you can survive anywhere."

"I still want to go home."

"Yes, yes. No one is stopping you from going home. As long as you behave yourself and don't do anything naughty."

Pushu Collins on the side could only lean on his hips and watch the "mother and son" reminiscing about the past.

This seems to be my home, right?

…………

……

"what?"

While Yam was washing clothes, Collins ordered his uncle to go to the second floor to report to him about recent events - see, he now has someone backing him up, and he dares to use the words "order" and "report".

But as soon as he reached the second floor, Roland discovered something was wrong.

There was an extra quilt on his bed.

Yam's coat was hanging on the hanger.

There's an extra pillow.

“…If you hadn’t come back, I would have let her sleep in your room first. Well, it’s okay, you can sleep next to the medicine cabinet on the first floor…” said the old man who was sitting on a chair and playing with his fingers.

He just refused to look Roland in the eye.

"…I don't care where I sleep, uncle."

This is not the crux of the matter.

"It's been so many days."

"I traveled thousands of miles just to find a roommate."

Roland thought so too.

These two people are a bit strange - they both said something passionately in the letter:
'Father of All! How I long to show you my naked and true soul!'

"Come on! I agree! If you really don't mind, I'm willing to take your sword like a knight!" In the end, they met and went home.

'Hello, Mr Collins.'

'Oh, good day, Ms Jones.'

Roland didn't know what to say.

If he said more, he would be suspected of forcing Yam Jones;
If he pretended not to see anything, Yam would probably feel guilty soon and tell him that he shouldn't live in someone else's house for free and that he should find a job and move out.

"Your uncle seems to be a loser too."
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What do you mean by 'also'? Are you mocking me?

"Yes."

"You two are trash."
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I?-
I'm already a man, a tough guy, are you kidding?

"To be honest, I feel like laughing."

Roland: ...

He likes to be sarcastic to others, but he doesn't like others to be sarcastic to him.

Especially wrenches.

"You're almost too happy about your O-shaped mouth? Do you have to wait until that chestnut-shaped organ behind your pubic bone starts to get inflamed before you consider letting that thing go where it really belongs?"

What a long sentence.

There were a few unfamiliar words in it that Roland didn't understand.

Chestnut-like organ, inflamed, pubic bone.
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What's the meaning.

"I don't know either. What's in the memory of your missing little sister Su Yue... Sometimes I wonder why she left me all this messy knowledge - you know? I have cut off many parts that 'shouldn't exist'."

"For example, 'how to remove hair', 'a man who said he played games and then disappeared for the whole night was really playing games', 'can constant nose bleeding be cancer', 'will poop really turn red after eating strawberries', 'the cost-effectiveness of Emerald Green Bottle/sensitive skin', 'Lemaire Deep Clever'... all useless stuff."

Roland: ...
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Maybe she wanted to give me more "wealth". You know how urgent it was, she didn't have time to check.

"Your attitude of 'she's my friend so she's always right' is not popular."
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My friends like it.

"So, when are we going to meet that O-shaped mouth——"
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You should call her Big Bat.

"Big O-bat."

Roland: ...

In short, Roland was very puzzled by his uncle's behavior - this was different from his usual bragging.

is not it?
Prince Pushou Collins, who has been handsome since childhood and has been a playboy.

"If you can't, I will never let Yam live in the home of someone she's uncomfortable with. I'll buy a house out there."

Old Collins glared: "What do you mean I can't do it?"

Roland pressed the mattress and prepared to find time to talk to Yam - he was only a second-ring ritualist, why should he worry about the health of the eighth-ring ritualist while also worrying about the feelings of two elderly people?

"I was almost fooled by you." Old Collins just remembered and looked at Roland suspiciously, "Where did you get the money to buy a house?"

“…I earned it.”

"From where?"

"From others."

"From whom?"

"a friend."

"Which friend?"

"A friend I know."

Old Collins hit him on the arm with his fist, drew his chair forward, and, looking toward the staircase, whispered a warning:
"Don't do those shady things to me! If I...if Ms. Jones finds out, you'll be finished! Boy! You...you don't know, some women are crazy..."

Roland shrank his neck and said timidly: "But I can do it."

Old Collins was stunned for a second, then immediately became angry and said, "I can do it too!"

(End of this chapter)