The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 459 Ch.458 Concerns
Roland didn't know whether his uncle was capable or not, but according to Wrench, he was a 'good-for-nothing, playful person'.

Roland asked what that meant, and Wrench told him to just look at the girl next to him.

Talking about the girl next to me——

Where on earth was Shandel?
A living second-ring ritualist, the daughter of the Kratov family, and a former candidate for saint, couldn't just disappear like that, right?

Roland has been thinking about it recently and asking around.

Unfortunately nothing was found.

The surname Kratov itself carries some unspeakable meanings, and coupled with Roland's "status", the only people who can get in touch with the highest level are Enid and Fernandez -

He planned to wait until Rose was free and ask her men to look for it.

But I didn't hold out much hope.

After resting for a night in the pharmacy, Roland prepared to visit Beatrice at Taylor's house the next day, and told Randolph what happened in Inns Town and how Mr. Sarah's soul finally rested in peace.

But before that, he had to talk to Yam.

"Mr. Collins?" The woman, who was brushing the basin, lifted her wet hair. "He's a good man. Why do you say that? Roland?"

James Jones was not a fool, otherwise he would not have protected him in that hell for so many years.

"You know what I'm going to say, Yam."

"I don't know."

"Don't do it for me." Roland sat on a low stool, reached out his hand to stir the wooden basin, scooped up a handful of cold water, let go, and scooped again.

It was all over the floor.

Yam patted the back of his hand gently.

"I'm so glad you only have two arms." She rubbed her face with her arms, threw down the rag, looked at Roland and sighed, her eyes full of pity: "You always think so much. It's too tiring to live like this, Roland."

Roland said nothing. He held the basin with his feet and began to make waves with the cold water in the basin.

Yam: ...

"Okay, I know what you mean." She kicked Roland's foot and said unhappily, "You're worried that I'll force myself to marry someone I don't love just for your 'stable life' - right?"

"Ah."

Yam knew Roland.

When she returned to London with Paul Collins and settled in the herb shop, she knew that this day would come sooner or later - Roland was worried, absolutely worried, that she would be "forced" to marry Paul Collins because of him.

Roland is such a child.

"You are different from your uncle," Yam Jones said perfunctorily with a smile: "Alas, when have I ever wronged myself because of you?"

Roland kicked the tub and lowered his eyelashes.

"every day."

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the air.

James Jones opened his mouth.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Roland...

grown up.

She was the crybaby in her cradle, the "beauty" in her childhood, the "troublemaker" running around everywhere, and finally she became the "knight" he often talked about - someone who could protect those he wanted to protect.

She looked at the dejected 'boy', the face that was enough to make a woman (or man) crazy, the charming golden eyes and the soft, ink-like hair.

Yam suddenly wiped his hands, stood up, and moved the chair behind him.

sit down.

She untied the hastily tied black hair at his back and used her fingers as a comb and her fingertips as teeth to stroke the ink that was like a waterfall, turning the wide river into a stream.

Then, tie it with light silver satin.

It was tied with a knot that was different from the ladies' and not as fancy.

"I'm not doing this for you, Roland."

Yam let go of his soft hair, slowly moved forward, and leaned his face against his increasingly broad back.

"I'm not entirely for you."

she says.

"I do have some things to consider. I have to consider my life, my family, and my future. Roland, I always have to consider these things."

She whispered softly, pressing against Roland's back.

From this direction, you can reach his heart directly. She stroked his back with the rough calluses on her hands. Through his clothes, she could touch the feathers hidden under the fabric - the feathers that he was about to have, but had not yet matured.

Perhaps one day, he would use his broad and powerful wings to protect his treasure like an eagle, but now, he was just a young eagle relying on his spirit of exploration to adventure in the forest, and he was still confused when facing the real storm.

He is not suitable for thinking about family in detail, arranging people's lives, and considering every trivial matter in life.

Yam expected Roland to be much more than this.

He should go with the wind and be in line with his inner desires.

This is a mother's greatest expectation for her child: she doesn't rely on him, but she hopes that he can rely on himself.

Now he can.

"Mr. Collins is a good man. He is loyal to his feelings and friends. Although his personality is not very likable - but Roland, I am no longer at the age of loving smooth honey."

She leaned against Roland's back and slowly revealed her true feelings.

"…We've talked a lot these days. Mr. Collins told me about his past, and so did I."

"do you know?"

"When I wake up in the middle of the night, I always see myself on that winter afternoon, and you in the basket in the alley behind the poorhouse."

"I could hardly imagine that one day we would be able to come to London and live a good life..."

“This is beyond my wildest dreams.”

Roland lowered his head, quietly feeling the different emotions brought about by this posture - he used to always lie on Yam's back like this, but now it was the other way around.

"I hope I won't cause you more trouble, but since we're in London, there's no such thing as adding more trouble. Roland, don't put too much thought on me - I know what I want, and I know I've already got it."

She pushed Roland's back and stood up.

Pick up the basin and pour out the water.

"Mr. Collins is a nice man, all things considered. I can work and earn money for the family, if he'll let me."

"But I think our status is no longer suitable for marriage."

Roland stood up and wanted to say something, but he found that he could not speak as eloquently as usual in front of Yam at this time - he seemed to be a child forever in front of her.

"Worry little guy."

The woman wiped her hands, patted Roland's shoulder, and pinched his cheek a few times.

"Fat."

Roland smiled and said, "That's just right, isn't it?"

"It's better to be fatter. Your face can't be too thin. It will cause people to talk about it. If it's thinner, it will really have nothing to do with being a 'man'." Yam forced him to turn in a different direction and pushed his back: "Go! Go quickly and do your important work, man."

"Don't waste your energy on household chores. Don't try to control me like I used to control you."

Roland was happy to be pushed forward like this, and he raised his head and said:
"Now comes the retribution, Ms. Yam Jones."

"I see you've been waiting for this day..."

Yam pushed him out of the kitchen and closed the door: "Aren't you coming back for dinner today?"

"I probably won't be back for the next two days. I'm meeting a friend."

"Then you should eat more, don't play pranks on your friends, don't go to indecent places, wear proper clothes when you go out, and don't fight with others..."

He said a lot more.

Roland just kept making some noises.

Five minutes later, he returned to the main hall.

Old Collins was pressing the medicine mill, pushing it intermittently.

The herbs inside survived the knife just fine.

"uncle."

"What are you doing?"

"I won't be back to live recently."

Old Collins said nothing, but just pushed the millstone with a creaking sound.

After Roland put on his hat, cloak and walked out the door, he raised his head slightly and glanced at the figure leaving behind the glass.

"You little brat..."

'It's a waste of time.'

(End of this chapter)