The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 477 Ch.476 The Days of the Past

"Thanks…"

"Roland."

This is why Roland liked Miss Cinderella Kratov - in addition to her willingness to thank a humble servant, the sincerity from the heart could also be clearly felt by the extremely sensitive Roland.

She is definitely a kind girl and a lady when she grows up. She will definitely marry an extraordinary gentleman in the future.

"Thanks…"

The gray-haired girl held the sleepy black cat and stood timidly at the door, looking inside.

Her gray room.

Now it's full of shit.

——While she was taking a nap in the rocking chair after lunch, Mr. Hurt sneaked into his daughter's room, defecated on the carpet, and smeared feces everywhere:
On the walls, on her bed sheets, on the table, chairs and clothes in the closet.

He was only wearing a shirt and purple wool socks.

Just wear these two.

Roland had a terrible headache.

For the past two months, the most work he had done was to clean up the mess made by this crazy gentleman.

He didn't need to wash the contaminated clothes and accessories, as the Kratov family obviously had the money for that - but he couldn't smash up or pry open the walls and floors and reinstall them.

"This is what I should do, Miss Kratov." Roland knelt on the floor and pushed the wrung-out khaki strips with great effort: "Otherwise, why would the lady hire me?"

The gray-haired girl pursed her pink lips gently when she heard him say this.

She looked at the boy kneeling on the ground. A shadow appeared on his seemingly forever innocent face: "…It's Dad's fault."

"Maybe he just needs help."

Roland wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned back to smile at her.

Beyond the girl, his father, who was 'hiding' behind a chair, thought he was hidden, but he poked his head out and looked over here.

"Just like Ms. Kratov hired me and gave me a place to stay - I would like to call this home, miss, don't you agree?"

Shandel gently stroked the black cat in his arms.

Against the backdrop of the girl's thin body, it looked like a night monster, with its black tail hanging down past her knees, sweeping back and forth lazily.

"I…"

She hesitated, repeated her words, and could not utter a positive or comforting answer - until she noticed that the light in Roland's eyes was gradually dimming.

"Being my family will bring misfortune..."

Roland rubbed the floor and said, "Look, young lady, although your status is very different from mine - I am so lowly that I can never compare with your noble status. But I want to say shamelessly: I have been told the same thing for many years."

The gray-haired girl paused, as if she couldn't believe it: "Really?"

She thought Roland was very handsome, so handsome that he didn't look like a 'real person' - plus he worked efficiently and never complained about shit, urine, or tiredness like the servants who had come before him, and bullied her by taking advantage of the fact that there was no sober person in the house, and mocked her with words that were either overt or covert.

Roland never had one.

She believed that such a boy would be loved wherever he went.

"Miss Kratov, misfortune will happen to anyone who gets close to me. When I was in the workhouse, my reputation was known to everyone." Roland wrung out the yellow liquid from the cloth, and there was no sign of being affected by the stench on his face.

He still smiled in a way that made Shandel feel warm.

It's as warm as sitting in a rocking chair by the fireplace with a small wool blanket covering you.

"But you see, a person like me who is 'afflicted with bad luck' has met a very kind person. Not only did he employ me, but he also provided me with food, drink and shelter - isn't this lucky enough?"

Lucky enough.

Shandel had to nod.

His mother was never at home, and his father could not speak. As a young boy, Cinder Kratov placed his loneliness on the servants who came and went, hoping to draw strength from them to speak.

But to her disappointment, the servants never provided such energy. It seemed that there was an invisible line between her and them, and whoever crossed it would be like thunder in the house.

In addition, the servants were changed quickly and frequently, and Cinder Kratov gradually lost the desire to talk.

Until Roland showed up.

This gentleman, servant, boy, who looked about the same age as her and was perhaps the most handsome man in the world, brought sunshine and celebration to this unknown choir girl a glimpse of the glory of the Lord.

"Thank you, Roland."

she said softly.

The sound was drowned out by the noise of scrubbing the floor.

"What?" Roland turned his head.

"…Nothing, Roland." Shandel pursed his lips: "You are the only two important people to me."

"It's my pleasure, miss. By the way, the first one wouldn't be Mr. Pirate, would it?"

"Yes." Shandel raised the corner of his mouth and rubbed the sleeping cat's head.

Miss Kratov named this unscrupulous black cat "Pirate"——

Because it always comes and goes like a pirate.

When he was hungry, he would jump onto the windowsill, mess around in the house, eat and take things as if no one was around, then triumphantly return to the windowsill and run back to his own magnificent sea of ​​freedom.

Until the next time hunger strikes.

It has no conscience, but is occasionally merciful, like today, or on other days, sleeping in the arms of Cinder Kratov as if dead.

It is not easy for a wild cat to sleep peacefully in a person's arms unless it is dead or ready to die.

This is a great trust (but Roland always said that maybe it just sold its dignity in exchange for the right to enter the "port". Shandel was annoyed by Roland's words, because in this way, it was equivalent to ignoring her charm as a "cat owner".
All in all, life was ordinary but solid: every day I had to battle wits with Mr. Hurt, clean up his butt, and chase him around the house with my pants up.

When I had a little free time, I could serve Miss Kratov, add water and light the fire, listen to her whispering as she leaned back in a chair, and in the warm light of the fire, tell some sad stories from a damp and rainy day, or some traveler's experiences on a stormy ship.

Roland couldn't find anything to complain about; this was simply the best place he could imagine.

Except for Ms. Marilyn Kratov, the woman who hired him, who rarely left home - he also happened to hear Shandel mention his mother and some trivial things between them:
But the tone is not very good and the words are not very nice.

It seemed that she had some intriguing views on her mother, not just because Ms. Marilyn had left her foolish husband behind and was hanging out with people of unknown origin all day long - there seemed to be other hidden secrets, some of which made Shandel look painful whenever they were mentioned.

Roland knew he shouldn't be curious.

He always just listened but never asked any questions.

Since then.

The pirate replaced Ms. Marilyn and formed the Kratover Manor small family with Mr. Hurt, Miss Cinderella Kratover, and Roland.

The four of them lived a happy life, and Mr. Hurt's symptoms improved under Roland's careful care - at least, he no longer wore only two socks and a shirt and pooped all over the house all day.

This was a major breakthrough, and Shandel personally brewed a small cup of coffee and shortbread as a thank you.

The days passed one by one.

Shandel and Roland also changed from master and servant to friends.

then…

A certain Sunday.

Ms. Marilyn returned early.

She came back and told Roland.

Today is a day worth celebrating.

She planned to cook a meal for her daughter herself, and at the same time, to thank Roland for his diligent and responsible work these days.

(End of this chapter)