The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 575 Ch.574 What's your business?
Roland told Rose a lot about Halida's past. Like Cinder, she didn't take the so-called "suffering" too seriously.

Chandel is born that way, Rose is that way because of her past.

To her, the sufferings experienced by most people are not suffering at all.

She gave this "slave girl" some insignificant help that was considered a "reward" by the other party. In addition to doing it for Roland's sake, our clever Miss Thief also had her own little calculations in mind - who is closest to the master?

If your answer is 'wife' you are totally wrong.

Not a wife, nor a lover, not even a child, a friend, or a business partner.

The person who is closest to the master and knows most secrets is actually the servant.

A personal maid, or a valet, and a butler.

And when Roland told her that he planned to train Halida to be his housekeeper, Rose had to start thinking - making friends with Halida would mean having an extra "little spy" who could gather intelligence for her and maybe even speak well of her.

Although she didn't expect Halida to really "betray" Roland, such a character would always be very useful at critical moments...

She didn’t learn the knowledge in vain, right?

The teacher in the Shelley family really taught everything.

But apart from her feelings for Halida, Rose was not surprised by Roland's behavior.

Although she hated to say it, in a way, she was indeed the same kind of person as Shandel:

A thief who can ruthlessly steal the last copper coin of a poor man and watch him starve to death in his home; a saint who can smile and clap her hands and persuade her hungry and desperate son to eat his mother.

They maintain a relatively safe distance from this era and this world, ignoring its vast and heavy scars.

Roland is different.

In Rose's opinion, Roland was a little too sharp and sensitive.

Better than anyone else, he could feel the trembling beneath every skin, the pain in the flesh and blood, the flickering of their soul fires, the roar of the wind of agony - he seemed to be able to experience their suffering firsthand, truly sense the struggle of every fate, and hear the splashes and wails of the struggle.

This extremely absurd power sometimes made Rose feel a little afraid. She was afraid that Roland would become a truly compassionate "saint" one day, holding high the sacred fire and saying "dedicating herself to the Father of All Things" -

But when she tested Roland by telling him that she had found him a few maids with tragic life stories but absolutely beautiful and plump, and Roland's answer was "Let me see how beautiful they are", she felt relieved for the time being.

There are absolutely no pretty maids.

Rose was just worried about Roland, worried that this power would make Roland no longer "Roland".

"Are you afraid that I might one day give away a hundred thousand pounds to the poor?"

"Would you do this?"

"Of course not." Roland laughed. "I was born in a workhouse, Rose. If I were, the day I could gain a foothold in the court of justice, I would start donating money to the local workhouse in London. Maybe I could adopt a few orphans with miserable lives, attend some events from time to time, and call on the public to focus on those poor children instead of the deformed foot of a famous opera actress."

Rose sat on the sofa, took the hot tea handed to her by Halida, and motioned for her to find a seat as well.

"So, can I ask why?"

"what why'?"

"Why not do this?" Rose was also curious. "You come from an orphanage. If you become successful and donate money to charity, the newspapers will definitely write about it in big caps. My teacher told me that this is a common technique. It's simple and easy to do, but if you don't handle it well afterwards, you'll get into trouble."

Roland asked back, "You came from a brothel, why don't you donate money to the brothel?"

Rose glanced at him and said, "Is that a good place?"

Roland: "What good is a workhouse?"

“…But, if you donate money, maybe it can really help those children?”

"If you donate money, maybe it can really help prostitutes?"

Roland imitated her speech.

Rose was a little dissatisfied: "But the children in the poorhouse are good...right?"

Roland chuckled: "Aren't prostitutes good? They do this because they like it?"

Rose was silent.

She had never thought about such complicated issues.

No.

It should be said that it is too complicated. If this issue is further explored, it will spread like a spider web to the entire society, even politics, countries, eras... the world.

Rose felt her head getting hot.

Roland saw the "sorrow" of his little thief and teased him, "Why, are we going from 'how to save the children in the workhouse' to 'how to become the queen of this country'?"

Rose ruffled her curly hair, a hint of irritation on her face: "Forget it, I'm satisfied as long as the people around me are doing well."

"Obviously, I think so too, Rose," Roland waved his hand, as if to fan away the complicated residues that disturbed his thoughts in the air: "Isn't the "Tea Party" established for this reason? If you and Cinder propose "saving someone's father" one day, or, propose "saving all the children in London"——"

"Rose, to me, there is no difference between the two - even if the starting points are different."

"My dearest ones, my lovers, my friends, my brothers, my flesh and blood. We dance together, whether it's nails on the stage or Victoria's neck that need to be broken - to a cult, it doesn't really make any difference, does it?"

Rose frowned, glanced at him and muttered: "...Who is your lover?"

Roland said nothing, but just supported his chin and looked.

Halida on the side:?

The focus of the topic is not on 'lover', right?
but.

Cults…

A cult that's willing to break the queen's head for each other?
That's really...

It’s really…

The little maid's eyes were full of longing.

Her Mr. Collins was indeed a unique person.

He rescued her and found her brother.

If I…

It would be nice to be able to help him.

Become one of them and serve him every day: wait by his side when he takes a bath, watch by his side when he sleeps, wait by his side when he makes love - she is always by his side, as long as he needs...

So, am I also considered a "cultist"?
Correct.

She has become a ritualist, and 'should' be able to help Mr. Collins...

Halida.

You already have a younger brother, a future, and a better life.

You have everything you need.

Now, will you repay me with trembling hands and everlasting fear?
This is so heartless.

You have to keep your fists clenched, as Mr. Collins said.

Hold tight the coin of hope...

then.

Give the person who makes you suffer a solid left hook!
The more Halida thought about it, the more excited she became. Her face flushed (although it was not obvious). She suddenly stood up from her chair and raised her left arm high, ignoring the increasingly ambiguous atmosphere in the room!
She's going to say, 'I'll be Mr. Collins's right hand, too!'

She would beg Miss Rose, 'Please let me join!'

'Let me contribute my strength!'

But in the tense atmosphere, these words turned into a sword that cut through the good atmosphere.

She just managed a bark.

"Wang!"

Rose: ...

Miss Shelley, who had just started to feel something, was about to go on, but now she was so angry that she wanted to strangle the slave girl to death.

"What's your business?!"

(End of this chapter)