The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 543 Ch.542 What are you looking at?
"I didn't know that I needed to read such a thrilling story to find a maid."

When Halida woke up, she heard these words.

She moved her ears like a rabbit familiar with the voice of the feeder, and recognized the owner of the voice without opening her eyes...

Mr. Roland Collins!!

Her chaotic confusion seemed to be completely dissipated with just these words. Through the mist that floated like seaweed, she saw the man who was also looking at her through the mist.

He wiped her forehead, looking somewhat helpless.

"I almost got punched by you, Halida. Even when you were asleep, I always felt like you would get up secretly and hit me on the back of the head..."

He smiled gently, just like picking up a whimpering puppy from the garbage dump, rubbing her rough, dry fur, bringing her a bowl of water, half a finger of minced meat, watching her eat while whispering to comfort her, saying "Don't be afraid, you are safe"...

Halida suddenly recalled a scene.

The gentleman who calls himself Jack Black.

Who wouldn’t want to listen to a gentle, loving master?
Halida was a little nervous. Sadness, pain, and joy intertwined, and the emotions that could not be accurately separated pulled her face in the direction they liked, making her look hideous and weird.

Any good person, anyone who has seen the world and has self-compassion should stay away from this hideous monster.

She began to scream uncontrollably, laughing and screaming, and then tears came out.

This made her look even weirder.

"Wang!"

She clutched the corner of the quilt and wanted to say a lot of things, about what had happened recently, her pain, the suffering she had endured, her confused mind, and the indistinguishable hallucinations and dreams.

But in the end, all of these were twisted together, kneaded and kneaded, and became a kind of sound.

Wang.

The more anxious she became, the louder she screamed.

Roland understood her predicament. He tapped the girl's wrist with his index finger, and when she loosened the quilt slightly, he took her hand, turned it over, and opened it.

Press the coin with body temperature into it.

"Look what you're back for."

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As for what happened to Halida, Shandel had no interest in knowing. She could probably guess what the black dog had been through, and thought she was a bit annoying - the reason was that her blackness was not so 'sincere'.

Shandel hoped that Halida was pure black, like the servants his mother bought when he was young, the male and female servants who were obedient no matter how they were beaten or teased.

These people are stupid enough and strong enough.

Comparatively speaking, it is a toy that is not easy to break.

But Halida is different.

She is not so 'pure', but a bit like coffee with too much milk... coupled with the exotic charm brought by her silver eyes, the tight and smooth body, and the clearly visible special beauty produced by the collision of strength and wildness -

Shandel doesn't like such women.

It reminded her of the curly-haired snitch with green eyes.

She also wondered in her heart, are all women like this the future of the tea party?
But the former saint thought again, if the tea party was full of men, then she would have to be alert to whether Roland had any inappropriate blasphemous interest in some of the members - this could be considered a secret "trend" nowadays.

She couldn't chase him around all day and smell whether he had the smell of feces or not.

and so…

At least not a man.

At least not a woman.

Roland really needed a good dog... a hound to follow him and protect him when he was away.

Xiandel looked at the woman who, under Roland's guidance, was paying attention to the iron pendant. Seeing her clumsily picking it with her fingernails, the flame of sadism in his heart was rekindled.

maybe…

That's not a bad thing.

she thinks.

But this woman still needs some proper education.

Strength that is worthy of a servant, and that can at least protect herself.

Cinder held his chin in his hand, lost in thought. But Halida knew nothing about it.

She just listened to what Roland said and his guesses, and shook the pendant a few times like him.

Sure enough, I heard the sound of "clattering".

"Forgive me, Halida. I was just curious." Roland looked at the pendant and chuckled, "Maybe there's some secret hidden in it... money, or a story? Of course, you didn't notice it before because it was so strong - now that it's loose, why not open it and take a look?"

Halida clutched the pendant and stammered, "…my mother left it for me…"

She held the pendant nervously, wanting to look at it but not daring to open it.

"Oh... Sorry, Halida, I... I don't know." Roland seemed a little surprised, and immediately wiped away the excitement of exploring the secret on his face: "Maybe you can find someone to read it to you when you... are willing?"

Halida shook her head.

She shoved the pendant and its chain at Roland in panic, then shrunk to the head of the bed, wrapping herself in the quilt.

Only the nose bridge and a pair of beautiful eyes are exposed.

She stared at Roland for a moment, then remembered that he had an eye disease.

then.

As if asking for help, he turned to the gray-haired girl who was watching the show silently.

She always gave Halida a bad feeling.

She was afraid of her.

"Oh, it's my turn." Shandel stood up with a smile, walked to the bedside, took the rough pendant from Roland's hand, and pushed open the bumpy lid with his thumb.

There really was a piece of paper folded several times hidden inside.

—She didn’t even have to open the letter.

After all, those were Roland's dictation, and the words she wrote on the paper.

If she didn't require absolute accuracy, she could repeat it on the spot.

Pets are always more likely to get the love of their owners than people.

Shandel impatiently unfolded the letter and glanced at the cowering dog with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

The paper was stained with ink and dirt.

The blue and dark brown competed with each other for coverage, and after drying, the old letter paper became particularly crisp, so crisp that Halida could hear a "crunching" sound when she opened it.

There are many words on it.

As Shandel read in a flat and emotionless manner, the coin in Halida's palm gradually heated up.

She was too young when she left, and it had been too long. She couldn't remember the tone of her mother's voice, her movements, her usual tone, or even the details of her facial expressions - all the memories were blurred by time and the dream of the red mist.

But Halida thought that this was indeed what her mother wanted to say to her.

It should have been left by my mother.

Just like her name, it has been there since the moment she was born.

It is urged to grow up and livelier in the repeated calls, while enduring the pain and fear as much as possible.

One different name after another.

In the end, only 'Halida' remained, becoming her brand and a spell that brought up fear - whenever this name was mentioned, she knew that suffering would knock on the door again and wait for her to beg for mercy.

Halida...

Halida, Halida.

Traveling through countless strange cities and unfamiliar mouths, Halida could hardly imagine that one day someone would read this name that had been soaked in adversity in the most unexpected tone, as carefully as if touching a treasure.

The sound of recitation in Halida's ears gradually faded away until it was inaudible.

That doesn't seem to be important.

She stroked the coin that she had lost and found in her palm, silently answering Roland Collins' question in her heart.

'Look what you're back for.'

Of course I hope so, Mr. Collins.

(End of this chapter)