The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 466: Afternoon Tea with Candle's Friends

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The wheelchair rolled over the blanket.

The kettle on the stove gurgled and blew away steam.

The round low table was covered with a tablecloth with blue floral vertical stripes.

The girl's long crimson hair covered her shirt like a group of roses blooming lazily on an ivory tower, eclipsing the room and giving people a kind of destructive beauty that was difficult to look at directly, just like the sun.

She held the handle of the pot carefully and poured the boiling water into the teacup.

then.

Gazing at the falling leaves swaying on the gold-patterned porcelain bottom.

The water vapor spread.

Moistened those eyes where the yellow sand was flying.

"I love this story, Candle."

The sound is like an antelope leaping on a cliff that grows unruly, so far and so light that anyone not paying attention would miss it in the blink of an eye.

But the snake will not neglect its new friend.

It is also the first friend in Snake's life.

"of course!"

To others, the sound of a snake hissed, but to Erendira's ears it was filled with pride - pride for her father, Roland Collins.

However, there is not much Mr. Collins in this story today.

Most of them were Lillian Rose Vansittart (Candle called her a bad mouth) and the girl named Streeter.

Peggy.

"My father knew that woman was a bad person! He ignored her courtship, huh..."

The white snake coiled on the porcelain cup, using the cup filled with hot water as a heater. The whole snake was steamed until it felt intoxicated and comfortable.

"Mr. Collins is a wise man."

Erendira stroked the snake's head with her fingertips.

If they stepped back again and again, the person would have discovered that the girl in the wheelchair was missing a leg - or had an extra one.

Compared to last time, she seemed to have 'grown' a new one today.

Made of brass, steel, and some kind of shining metal, it is complex yet contains the beauty of order...

A metal leg.

The sole of the foot has not been made yet, so it is just an "iron stick" made up of a "thigh" and a "calf" that cannot move.

The little cookie is called the iron stick.

"That hurts, doesn't it?"

"What?" Erendira was stunned for a moment before she realized that her only friend was concerned about her.

It feels really good.

When the girl's beautiful face shows a smile, even the sickest person will burst into the vitality of spring by this amazing beauty.

"It doesn't hurt much, Candle."

She answered softly.

In fact, it hurts a lot.

But she couldn't tell those worried little red eyes how much it hurt.

"Do you want to learn to walk?" asked the little candle. "It's not easy to learn. I still can't do it."

Erendira laughed. "You have no legs, miss."

"Yes, my father never let me walk by myself, and always wanted me to cling to his wrist all day long. Don't be envious, my father only treats me this way."

Erendira lowered her eyes and stared at the "decoration" on the outer ring of the teacup. Her once shriveled heart gradually swelled up with each story.

It has moisture and vitality.

Roland Collins.

She really wanted to meet this gentleman.

I want to meet him and see if he is as powerful and gentle as Xiaozhu said.

It would be nice if these two words were put together.

"So in the end, the white mine still needs to be mined?"

"Yes..." The little candle raised its head: "Although I don't know what's wrong with this... Isn't that what humans are like?"

Erendira shook her head.

"Humans are different, Candle."

"I am an alien species, but I don't care what humans look like." The snake wagged its tail tip, not caring at all, "As long as I am with my father, that's all."

"Your father was human, too." Erendira pinched her swaying tail, causing the snake to butt its head against her wrist.

"My father is——" Little Candle suddenly paused and reacted: "I won't tell you!"

Erendira laughed and coughed.

She placed a small piece of beef in front of the candle and watched her swallow it.

"Mr. Roland Collins is an interesting man. If I had such a friend, I would talk about him as often as you do." The snake shook its head, and its two little eyes were slightly suspicious.

"You don't want to bite him too?"

"Bite?" Erendira blinked.

"Oh, that's right, two people fighting for food in each other's mouths like hounds fighting for a bone..."

Erendira:?
what does that mean?
The little candle stuck out her tongue, a little disdainful: "How come you don't understand anything."

Erendira brushed back her red hair, leaned down, and stared at the snake's head with her big eyes.

"Tell me some more stories, Candle, besides the mining town..."

"Hmm..." Little Candle tilted her head and thought for a while: "Do you want to hear the story of him and his lover?"

"lover?"

Erendira's pupils dilated in amazement. "I told you that many people would fall in love with Mr. Collins."

"Of course. My father is very popular."

My father.

My father said.

What my father did.

How elegant and charming my father is.

My father my father my father I...

Little Candle has her own way of making friends.

This success also gave her extraordinary confidence:
My father said.

"But he's been a little troubled lately - it's not that it can't be solved soon, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" The little candle said, "So I have time to come and play with you often..."

"trouble?"

Erendira took another small piece of beef, tore it apart, and placed it in front of the small candle.

The other party swept it with its tail in disgust.

“I don’t live on meat,” she said. “It’s good, but not as good as the steak my father took me to.”

Erendira asked about the 'trouble' in the previous sentence.

She was too eager for the outside world and became more and more curious about Roland Collins and what happened around him.

"Oh, yes, troubles."

The little candle nodded.

“He didn’t know how to get to a place.”

"Where?"

"One...I can't tell you."

Erendira thought for a moment, pushed the wheel with great effort, went to the small cabinet, and opened the top drawer.

Take out a cookie wrapped in wax paper.

"…I begged Hannah for a long time before she agreed to buy it for me." The girl reluctantly lowered her head and opened the paper in her palm, placing the small bow-tie-shaped cookie, which was not even as big as her palm and was covered with sugar crystals, on the table. "It's delicious."

she says.

"I ate three pieces and there is one piece left..."

The little candle stared at the biscuit from left to right and said with disdain: "You are so poor."

Erendira: ...

Puffed up his cheeks.

"How can you talk to your friends like that?"

"You...are so poor?" The little candle swept the biscuit with its tail, breaking it into two pieces, and swallowed one of them: "My father is very rich...Here, I'll give you half."

Erendira pressed her head: "It was originally mine."

"If you give it to me, it's mine."

“…You are so weird.” The girl carefully picked up the biscuit, put it on her tongue, and rolled it into her mouth.

She used her fingers to pick up the scattered sugar crumbs on the table like pecking at rice, and then put them into her mouth.

Squint your eyes.

"It's so sweet."

For some reason, Little Candle felt a little angry - even when the Streeter woman had cheated people, she had not been this angry.

But seeing Erendira's appearance, she began to get angry.

"Why can't you even have a biscuit?" the little snake asked. "You used an iron rod, a chair with wheels, and servants. Why can't you even have a biscuit?"

Erendira shook her head: "That's not good for your health. Hannah said that these are still risky..."

She can eat a lot of good things, but cookies are bad for her health, so that's a no-no.

Little Candle gave Erendira advice in the simplest and most personal way.

"I'll bite her to death and replace her with a new servant, and you can get another four dollars."

Erendira: ...

Her snake friend is very fierce.

(End of this chapter)