The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 545: Dog Trainer Shandel
When Shandel was a child, he spent some free and wonderful days in the countryside.

Next door lived an old woman named Coffey.

His father was still conscious at that time, and he often told little Cinderella stories about what had happened in this desolate and cold land - Mrs. Coffey was the most interesting one.

Her husband was a small farmer with a few dairy cows and a few chickens.

Mrs. Coffey would sit on a willow chair in the yard every day, sewing needle in her hand, humming long and melodious songs until she fell asleep from sewing or was awakened by a knock on the door.

Next door to Shandel and her father, there once lived a family of four.

My husband was a shoemaker with a lame leg. According to my father, he was rarely seen outside during those years.

However, his wife would often greet him and would go to a town not too far away to sell the small leather shoes made by her husband in a bag on time every week.

Sometimes he came back happily, sometimes he came back dejected - my father and Mrs. Coffey had both patronized the shoemaker's business and bought a pair of brown, slightly pointed, stitched leather shoes from him.

One day at noon.

The shoemaker's wife knocked on the door with an anxious look on her face.

'John is in the tree!'

Since we are talking about a family of four, besides the shoemaker, his wife and a baby girl in swaddling clothes, the only one left is the eight-year-old Mr. John in the tree.

Anyone who has climbed a tree knows this.

You always have endless energy when you are moving upwards, but once you stop and hesitate whether to stop there, or pretend to show off by moving lightly and calmly downwards, you will find that you are already far away from the ground - those friends who said they would share life and death with you have already escaped without a trace.

The shoemaker was a cripple and his wife couldn't climb trees.

So the anxious mother knocked on Mrs. Coffey's door.

Mrs. Coffey's husband died that year.

He saved the child, but he himself lost his footing and fell, breaking his neck.

From that day on, the Coffey family's small farm gradually declined.

But the shoemaker's family was thriving, and soon they moved out of this remote village to a town, to a bigger city. At that time, I heard from my father that the shoemaker's son who was rescued that year, the brave John, has now become a well-known person, and people are proud to mention his name.

"What happened next?"

Little Cinder, like other children, likes to ask questions.

Then, the father said again.

Someday later.

A group of thugs came to the village.

——It was a quiet afternoon when a young man knocked on Mrs. Coffey’s door.

The young man, desperate for money, begged her to take him in, just for ten minutes, just this once. He said he would rather go to hell than fall into the hands of those cruel people.

Young people.

Mrs. Coffey was so kind, how could she watch a young child fall into the hands of criminals and be tortured beyond recognition? She knew what those criminals did.

'You shouldn't borrow money like that, kid.'

She sighed and hid the young child under a trapdoor in the attic.

ten minutes later.

There was a knock on the door.

The leader of the gang, a man with little hair and huge arms, squinted his eyes and asked Mrs. Coffey in a soft voice if she had seen a young bastard...

'But was he seen coming towards your house?'

Mrs. Coffey just shook her head.

No matter how I asked, he just shook his head.

There must be a reason why thugs are not gentlemen.

"I remember this incident very clearly," his father told little Cinderella.

That night, Mrs. Coffey was carried out of her home on a door panel.

——In addition to the bruises all over her body, she was blind in one eye, half of her teeth were missing, one of her feet was twisted backwards unnaturally, and she could no longer run and jump like a normal person.

That young man is no different from the thugs.

When they remembered, the person had disappeared.

'But I remember his name; Mrs Coffey mentioned it.'

said the father.

Seven years later, the newspapers brought his name to the village.

He donated a workhouse and appealed to the government to pass a bill to prevent underage children from working in factories.

He is a good man and a kind-hearted person known far and wide.

'Does Mrs Coffey know?'

asked Little Cinder.

"What does it matter?" Father taught Shandel: "Do you remember the box of grapes she gave you? Very sweet, right? " "Sweet as hell!"

Little Cinder really smiled like a child, and cried out: "I can't eat enough."

'So, be like Mrs. Coffey.' Dad said, 'No matter what the outcome, we are all in the light of God the Father. As long as you do good things, He will always see it, right, Cindy?'

As the All-Father said.

'Vengeance is mine, I will repay.'

Everything happens for a reason.

Good people are rewarded, and bad people suffer the consequences.

for example?
such as.

Shandel's voice echoed in the cold and silent ward.

"For example, if Mrs. Coffey takes good care of the grapes and cherishes them with all her heart, she will get many bunches of plump and sweet grapes when the grapes are ripe."

She smiled brightly, just like when she innocently asked her father why the young man didn't steal all of Mrs. Coffey's property when no one was at home - wasn't this a perfect opportunity?
"Halida, do you like Mrs. Coffey?"

She walked over to the shivering girl and sat on the bed like Roland. She took hold of the stinking, clumped black hair with her motherly hands, carefully picking out the mud and sand inside, pinching out the grass roots and rotten wood thorns, and dusting them on the ground.

Halida was trembling with fear, but this time, she did not avoid Shandel's sight.

It's not that she is unclear about good and evil, doesn't understand reason, can't figure out her own thoughts, and can't feel the slightest anger - she knows everything.

but.

She is just weak.

She was so weak that she didn't even dare to get angry or argue with the person who hurt her brother, let alone throw a punch.

She hated herself for being like this.

And with the smoke, the mounting pain added more fear.

She also became weaker.

This is a cycle.

“People always realize things after the fact.”

"When you discover that what overwhelms your soul again is not pain and fear, but an unspeakable and irrepressible joy..."

Xiandel gently stroked her trembling face, her cool and soft skin, her thin lips, her sharp nose and her deep-set brows.

“But these are conditional.”

She helped Halida smooth her black hair over her ears, revealing her chiseled profile.

"Digging graves? Stealing corpses? Killing children? None of this matters, Halida." Shandel stared at the silver eyes: "Your master will solve all your troubles... Of course, you know who I'm talking about."

She hinted at a name, Halida, and then stated the conditions.

“But you have to give something.”

"for example…"

"How about being a real dog?"

After she finished speaking, she carefully observed the waves in the silver lake.

Found a hint of anticipation.

"Very good. You also think this is a good deal... maybe you think it's called 'repaying a favor'? No, no, Halida, you know it very well in your heart, you can't hide it from me."

That pious, holy, and young face that did not match her age was now full of cracks in Roland's eyes.

In the abyss-like cracks of the cracks, one could glimpse the burning hellfire.

Those were whispers from the abyss, the murmurs of evil spirits that tempted people to fall.

"You are afraid of others, the world, life, everything..." Shandel leaned forward slightly and approached Halida's ear: "But as long as you become a hound and have a master - you see, everything you worry about, the master will help you solve it..."

"Just do what you are supposed to do and don't worry about any problems..."

"Halida."

"Then you'll be safe."

Safe now...

Am I safe?
No need to worry about anything?

This holy sound from heaven embraced Halida's brain, implanting invisible thorns into her soft cortex.

'Throw the placenta out to feed the pigs.'

If this could bring peace and freedom from fear, Halida would do it.

She dodged slightly, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of joy from her soul.

"Woof...!"

Shandel smiled.

(End of this chapter)