The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 515 Ch.514 Mr. Frugal
Mason Lyle was horrified.

Many people have seen guns, but he can guarantee that few have been pointed at so closely by guns. He began to imagine the identity of this man and what his relationship was with the black dog:
mistress.

The young master and mistress of a wealthy family.

This is most likely.

Damn Halida! She hooked up with a rich man behind her master's back, but she didn't pay a penny!
"Sir, sir! I promise! I promise I am telling the truth!" He forced a smile and rubbed his two increasingly plump hands nervously: "It's just a small mistake..."

He said.

"The child was indeed kidnapped, perhaps, or lost by someone..." He did not dare to say that 'Halida deliberately lost her brother', but only hinted to Roland that the brother was lost first, and the sister was lost later.

"I comforted Halida and told her that I would send someone to find her brother so that she could work with peace of mind - I even gave her an extra salary! Sir...you can't treat me like this!"

He thought he was wronged, but Roland was confused about what "extra salary" meant.

“Don’t they get paid normally?”

These words made Mason Lyle ignore the gun on the table, and he almost jumped up from his chair like a spark!
“How can I get paid on weekdays?!”

The shrill voice is like a chicken.

"I support them! I feed them, and they want wages, and soon they will want clothes, jewelry, shoes, women, men, dowries, and all kinds of snacks! I am a businessman! Sir, I have to calculate the costs!"

He chattered a lot, and when he was still not finished, he looked up and found a head popping out of the tent.

"Benefactor! I told you to knock on the door!"

The owner of the 'head' laughed foolishly, stepped back, and flicked the tent with his fingers.

Mason Lyle cleared his throat, whispered "wait a moment" to Roland, and then invited the person outside to come in in a loud voice.

He was a male servant who was only slightly better than being naked.

He was a good-looking man, young, stocky, with curly brown hair.

"grown ups."

"As you can see, Anto, I have a guest." Lyle shook his robe sleeves, making the beautiful silver stars on the dark blue sway. He fiddled with it for about ten seconds before he raised his head and asked in a pretentious manner, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"…We have to go to town to buy food."

Mason Lyle didn't seem to understand and pointed around the tent.

"What do you mean by 'food'? Isn't there 'food' everywhere?"

"Bread, sir," the young boy named Anto whispered, "...it was all eaten yesterday."

"Pigs! Livestock! A bunch of animals that only eat and don't work!" He cursed in a deep voice: "You have to tell them! Without work! There will be no food!"

Anto looked embarrassed: "…Sir, we can't just rely on beer."

"What beer?" Mason Lyle was alert: "You guys also stole my beer?!"

The butler with a bad brain also realized that he had let it slip, and explained sincerely with gestures: "The beer can't be kept for too long, sir. If it goes bad, you can't... drink it all. They have nothing to eat, so they can only drink some to fill their stomachs... I promise, I only drank a little..."

Mason Lyle was furious.

"That's my property... This is called theft!" He pointed at Anto, shaking with anger, "If you don't have food, report it to me! I'm the master, how can I let the children go hungry! But you actually did theft..."

"Shame! Anto, it's really shameful! Where are your morals?!"

Anto looked ashamed, looking down at his pair of "wooden blocks" that could not be considered shoes, his lips pursed until they turned pale.

Mason Lyle took a few deep breaths, thinking that he could not lose face in front of outsiders, so he patiently asked, "How much bread is left?"

"There's not one left."

He asked again: "Is there not even half left?"

Anto replied, "Not even half of it is left." He continued to ask, "Is there not even a small piece left?"

Anto replied: "Not even a tiny bit left."

He also asked: "Is there nothing else? Meat? Bread? Or fruit?"

Anto replied, "We have not bought any meat or fruit, sir."

Lyle asked, "Where's the cake?"

Antoine replied: "…only the Baudelli sisters have a few small pieces of pancakes left, sir, that's not enough for the whole circus."

"Uglier than normal people, and eating more than normal people, is that reasonable?" Mason Lyle said with an 'I knew it' expression: "Look, if I hadn't asked, you would have concealed the 'oil cake' incident, right?"

"You cunning slave. I advise you not to get involved with those monsters. Nothing good will come of it! Nothing good will come of it!"

Anto just listened silently, not daring to say a word.

Mason Lyle glanced at the dazed golden-eyed man, hummed, and took out a few coins from his pocket. He placed them on the table one by one and said, "Here." He pursed his lips.

Anto took a look and swallowed his saliva: "…Sir, this is not enough."

Mason Lyle's voice suddenly dropped: "Five pence for four pounds! Are you trying to cheat me?!"

Anto whispered: "Sir, the price has increased now, it needs six pence." He hesitated, but still expressed his concerns: "We need to prepare more... I heard that the price has increased now..."

Mason Lyle disagreed: "Those two two-headed monsters also hid the oil cakes. Let them take them out and share them."

He stared at the servant with his green eyes, like a greedy wolf guarding its just-killed prey.

"You got a piece of candy last week, I remember, a lady gave it to you..."

He spoke slowly, waved his hand as the servant's face became more and more horrified, and said generously: "The candy should have belonged to me, but I won't argue with you about this little money. Just convert it into a penny, Anto."

Point to the money on the table.

"If you convert it to a penny, plus these, it's enough for you to buy food. Go, go!" He made a broom with his fingers and swept at him a few times: "Don't let my children starve! I saved them when they were in the most dangerous time!"

Anto carefully picked up the coins one by one, gathered them in his hand, and put them in his closest pocket.

"gentlemen."

Mason Lyle was impatient: "What else?"

"I don't have a penny." Anto scratched his head: "I gave the candy to sister Halida. I don't have any money."

Mason Lyle looked at Roland subconsciously, feeling depressed.

That means he has to pay an extra penny.

"…I worked so hard to earn this, Anto, and you have no consideration for your father at all. Not at all." He sighed, and slowly took out the last penny like an old man, letting it 'fall' onto the table little by little without making any sound.

"Take it and use it."

He turned his face away.

"Sooner or later, you guys will eat me up." He was discouraged. "I just got a lover and I'm going to settle down in London. Maybe I can make your life better - look at you, you have mouths all over your body."

Anto showed his two rows of leaky black teeth, took the last one with a silly smile, bowed happily to express his gratitude, and left the tent while thanking all the way.

When the tent curtain fell, Mason Lyle rubbed his face and said in frustration:

"If it weren't for me, they would have been wandering on the streets. They would have been found by the police and sent to a yard that never sees the sun, or torn to pieces by the butcher knives of a group of barbers... Do you think I should be blamed for doing a good deed?"

"They say I was cruel to these little monsters—you heard me now, I didn't, did I?"

(End of this chapter)