The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 476 Ch.475 From Her Dream
Countless dreams.

Countless worlds.

Roland wakes up.

lethargy.

Wake up and fall asleep again.

Passing through the curtain again and again, and being thrown away again and again.

He was in a daze, his swollen head was filled with information that shouldn't be piled up, and chaotic images and sounds were mixed up and intertwined.

He fell into one, and after pulling away, he forgot about the other.

He couldn't remember how many dreams he had experienced, but he was glad that they were Miss Nina's memories, not his.

Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to tear off those invisible threads that were tightly binding his flesh and blood as cleanly and neatly as he had done in the past.

……

"Shiro..."

"Hanhuan. Since you know I don't want to, why do you——"

puff.

"Assassin! There's an assassin! !"

…………

……

"Roland. We finally found your brother... Can we get along well with him?"

'Of course, Mum.'

"You know you are not a biological child."

"When their biological son returns..."

"Everything you have will be taken away from you."

"Ding!"

"Detecting the host's strong will, activating the unique beauty system!"

「Mission: Leave the hypocritical house」

"Reward: Any one master-level ability (dance/acting/archery/painting/sprinting/literature)"

puff.

"Kill, kill someone! ! "

"How could you kill your brother—"

puff.

"You! You you you killed your father—"

puff.

…………

……

Wake up again and again.

slumber.

Roland could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.

The worlds that deviated from his cognition and did not overlap with what he heard and saw were also eroding Roland's sanity bit by bit.

He gradually accepted it, and from simply detaching himself, he began to learn to live in a colorful world... for a longer time.

He began to care about 'living'.

The words related to "awakening" and "dream" are becoming more and more blurred, making it increasingly difficult to distinguish them clearly.

until.

Roland heard distant sobbing.

A faint, familiar voice.

"Roland..."

The girl called softly.

"Roland..."

she says.

'I'm here...'

The voice gets quieter and quieter.

'Come and save me...'

she says.

A rainy day in October.

Roland escaped from the workhouse.

He was chosen by an old man who came from afar and brought back to London.

suburbs.

A small manor house that seems to have been built during the reign of Charles I...

Roland meant that it was very old. Although anyone with a little knowledge would know that a manor from the time of Charles I was not considered "old", Roland thought that it was old in the sense that the old gentleman's home should not be so dilapidated and decayed.

The dried-up fountain sculpture was discolored, and the woman drawing a bow in the center had a broken arm.

The stone bowl was not filled with water, but silt and fallen leaves, as well as some iron branches whose specific uses could not be identified, wheels, and packaging bags of some food.

The trees on the small estate grew recklessly as the gardener ordered them to "let them be". The road was bumpy and it was the rainy season, so Roland had to use all his strength to pull his other leg out of the mud that was sucking his feet every time he took a step.

On this deserted land, there was no sign of a third person except the old man who led the way and myself.

The lonely main building was like the center of an upward vortex, pulling everything around it into its belly, leaving nothing for the owner of the manor.

A huge air bag was blowing from the other side of the manor, forcing Roland to move forward and lean to the right in order to "stand firm".

Apart from the smell of corruption and the ghostly howling brought by the strong wind, the only thing that made Roland feel fortunate was that the old man promised him that he would have enough to eat every day and would not be beaten.

This is much better than the workhouse.

He led him through the narrow path, some hideous swaying dead branches and grass that had not been mowed for who knows how long, and came to a place not far from the building.

"Wait for me here, kid."

said the old man.

Roland watched him go up and knock on the door, and soon a slim and elegant lady came out.

Straight grey hair, blue eyes.

The old man bowed and whispered something to the woman.

So she looked over.

——It was a very brief examination, which ended before Roland felt panic.

She seemed very satisfied, a smile appeared on her cold face, and she put a few large golden coins in the other person's hand.

Roland was 'accepted'.

Lucky plus lucky.

However, Roland never understood the pity in the old man's eyes when he left.

The gray-haired lady's last name was Kratov.

Malena Kratov.

She wanted him to remember the name.

Then, he handed over the work to his servants - the manor was not very big, but if you count the people living here, it was indeed quite large.

Because apart from himself, Roland didn't see any "servants" in the house: there were only Ms. Kratov, her husband and daughter.

Mr. Hurt.

Miss Shandel Kratov.

They are a family.

The absence of other servants meant that Roland had an especially heavy workload: he had to get up at four o'clock every day to light the fireplace in advance for Miss Kratov and Mr. Hurt;
Iron the clothes you are going to wear;

Prepare hot water for washing;
Set the tablecloth and tableware;
Prepare breakfast——

In addition, since Ms. Malena Kratov almost never came home every night, Roland had to take care of Miss Sandel Kratov, as well as bathing Mr. Hurt and cleaning up the sheets and quilts stained with feces and urine.

Yes.

Mr. Hurt is a fool (although Roland doesn't want to say it this way, he thinks that "foolish" is a lenient term) -

In fact, Miss Cinderella Kratov's father...

There is almost no control over the timing of excretion.

He cannot speak, and usually uses "ah" to express his emotions and thoughts: hungry, thirsty, angry, happy, sleepy, painful, defecation, boredom, missing, etc...

Just one tone, one word.

'ah'.

Roland didn't understand it at first, but then he used it for two months.

Still don't understand.

Miss Sandel Kratov was much easier to take care of: she was about the same age as him, could go to the toilet, eat and drink, talk, and walk like a human being - she didn't cause much trouble for herself, usually hiding in her room after breakfast and not coming out until lunch.

She and Roland only saw each other a few times a day and exchanged a few words, mostly "thank you", "good day", and "please help my father".

She made a very good impression on Roland.

She is polite, gentle and elegant, and unlike Ms. Malena, who has a cold face and speaks harshly all day long.

I just don't like leaving the house.

So much so that most of the time, Roland and Mr. Hurt, who was resting after crawling around the house, stared at each other.

By the way, besides them, there is also a long-tailed black cat in the house who often comes to visit.

It often slipped in through the window of Miss Sandel Kratov's room, slept for a while in the house, walked through the living room with its head held high, went to the kitchen to have lunch or dinner, and curled up to take a nap by the fireplace.

It ignored its keeper. When it woke up, it licked its fur clean, raised its tail and exposed its butt, shaking it at Roland a few times, then strode away with its head held high.

In short.

This job is not easy, but it is definitely stable.

How many people would love to have it.

Roland was very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)