The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 514 Ch.513 Peacock Mason Lyle (Frame)

Mason Lyle's tent was the largest and was located in the center of the entire tent complex. When Roland found it, he also found the owner of the tent, who was squatting in the corner of the tent washing socks.

He looked exactly as Bodepon had described him.

A gorgeous peacock.

He was wearing a beautiful purple nightgown embroidered with silver stars, a nightcap of the same style on his head, and his tweed shoes stepped on the grass, washing his socks while sniffing in cold water.

Even in his pajamas, he had a lot of gold and silver jewelry hanging around his neck and wrists, which rustled when he rubbed them.

He was startled when he saw Roland, and almost subconsciously put the yellowed socks behind his back.

“It’s over now!”

he yelled.

Upon closer inspection, I found that this was a blind man who only moved his head but not his eyes.

The rather handsome middle-aged man curled his lips and said, "…It's over now, kid. Come back tomorrow."

"I'm looking for Mr. Lyle. Mason Lyle, do you know how to get to his tent?" Roland rolled his cane, put his chin in, and stared at the grass: "I asked many people, and they said to go this way."

"Oh, Mason Lyle."

The man rolled up his socks, squeezed out the water, looked at Roland's outfit, and said in a much gentler voice: "I am Mason Lyle, young sir." He rubbed the soles of his shoes on the grass, making some noise: "If I hadn't come out for a walk, I'm afraid you would have missed it."

Roland tilted his head: "Walking? In winter?"

"Of course, of course. I have to check whether the children are in their tents. These days, there are always some fools who make trouble. Since they are my children, I must ensure their safety..."

He wanted to stuff the wet socks into his trouser pocket, but then he thought that the person in front of him was a blind man, so he just grabbed them in his hands and rubbed them intermittently.

"Just take a walk."

He added.

"It's a nice day. We should enjoy some quiet time alone after all the busy business. Wait." He shook his beautiful grey hair and took a step towards Roland. "Wait, kid."

He hesitated.

"Are you here because of your reputation?"

Roland:?
"You came here because of my reputation! I mean, you came here to see me, right?" He rubbed his palms on his robe repeatedly, patted Roland's shoulders with it, and said enthusiastically: "Hey! I know! You must have come here to see me!"

He was laughing as he spoke, in high spirits.

"I have advised many times! Many times! Especially those newspapers not to write about my experiences casually! This will have a bad influence on some children who are not yet adults - I mean, it will make them more keen on adventures and struggles, and then indulge in my not-so-great first half of my life experience all day long!"

He winked his beautiful eyes at the blind man.

"Even if what they wrote is true, it shouldn't be spread around like this. It's too much trouble, sir, too much trouble..."

Roland had never seen such a person in his life and was speechless for a moment.

"Come on! I happened to meet you while taking a walk today. Judging from your attire, you must have come by carriage, right?"

He took Roland in his arms and walked into the tent, his words testing.

Roland answered in the affirmative.

"Those scoundrel horse heads!" he said angrily. "They just threw a child on the grass. Where are you from? Where is your servant?"

Roland smiled. "I'm from the West End, Mr. Lyle. I have a—"

"Oh! The West End is a great place! I like the Marfa tea and rose candy there—"

"You mean Mahal tea," Roland corrected.

"Yes! Mahal." He suddenly realized something and muttered, "If I were to name it, I wouldn't have chosen something so difficult to pronounce, and not easy to spread..."

Mahal is the name of the founder.

Mr.

Roland was coaxed into the tent by his enthusiasm, and instantly, a warm current came towards him. There was a stove lit in the tent.

The best charcoal was used and there was no black smoke at all.

Compared to the previous tent of the Bodelli sisters, it was almost one spring and one winter.

"Come on, come on, I'll make you a cup of warm drink." He threw down his socks and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets - taking out one box from another, and then rummaging through the oil paper bags and glass jars.

Finally, I chose a piece of broken tea cake.

Pick out the finest dregs from it, separate the handful of dregs, and use your fingernails to pick out a few "tea threads" - pinch them carefully and put them into the teacup.

What amused Roland the most was that he actually put the kettle that was used to rinse socks on the stove to heat it up and used the boiling water to make tea.

"If you're going to touch me, don't talk to me with that mouth."

what is interesting is.

But he himself doesn't drink tea brewed in this way.

Took half a bottle of milk.

"Come on, young sir. I can tell you about my past experiences, the difficult life situations that I overcame with my courage, how I rose from obscurity, how I worked hard step by step with my own hands, from a remote and barren land..."

He was full of witty remarks, and in terms of conversation and communication, Roland had never seen anyone more outstanding and annoying than him.

It's like a whirring train that you can't stop.

"gentlemen."

“…I jumped up and stabbed its neck with my sword!”

"gentlemen."

"…No one can buy my soul with money, yeah, I told them so!"

"Mr. Lyle." Roland emphasized.

This made the man who was talking nonstop stunned for a moment, and he tried to ask: "Want to hear something else?"

"No, I'm here for only one thing." Roland took a deep breath. The string of words he just heard almost suffocated him: "Visiting a friend. Sir, my friend Halida works for you, right?"

Mason Lyle was panicked for a moment, but then he realized that the person in front of him was a blind man...

"Oh, Halida, that's right. Halida, that little thing, the tall, dark-skinned little thing..." He smacked his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "That thing actually has friends. Sir, you must have been deceived by her - everyone here is cursed..."

Roland blinked: "They said she's missing."

Mason Lyle was like a frightened wild cat, and suddenly raised his voice: "A gang of robbers! They kidnapped her and her brother in the night!"

He danced with his hands and his nightcap dangling.

"Robbers! They deserve to be hanged! They actually touched my tents! I'm going to tell the police to arrest them! Hang them! Hang them all!!"

He vented his anger and habitually talked about the "passing":
"They took advantage of the darkness, bent over, and carefully not to make any noise. They used the short machetes they carried with them to cut open the tent cloth and crawled into -"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Because he saw the 'delicate and beautiful' young man in front of him slowly taking out a beautiful 'pepper box' from his pocket.

Place gently on the table.

The gun was pointed at him.

“This is really too heavy.”

Then, he started to urge him.

"Where did you get into, sir?"

(End of this chapter)