The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 576: Theresa's Thoughts

all in all…

Halida decided to face her fear and see if she could overcome it in this regard... just a little, just barely, for a few seconds.

She wants to join the "Tea Party" and become a winged person.

She expressed her thoughts to Roland, and although there were a lot of "woofs" and Roland's smiling "meows" in between, overall, the communication was smooth.

After all, cats and dogs have one thing in common.

Rose: Sometimes they are very annoying.

It's easy to say, but to truly become a 'qualified' ritualist and even participate in the subsequent actions of the tea party - an organization with Rose and Chandel will never just play poker and talk about art and politics at night.

Halida still needs some exercise.

and so.

We have to count on Rose.

She is more authoritative than anyone else in training 'courage'.

"Start with the simplest ones," she told Halida, "when you can take a dozen pieces of jewelry and ask the price without any shame, and say you don't want any of them - then I will teach you how to take them home without spending a penny."

Roland hurriedly stopped him: "I want you to train her courage, not to teach her to steal."

"Stealing is the best way to train your courage, Roland. Don't you know that the most famous lover is also the most shameless?"

'I have never heard such a saying.'

'I made it up, based on you.'

In short.

Halida and Rose are going to be busy these days.

Good luck to the two winged ones (one in reserve)?

Roland was not worried about Rose and Halida being caught, because he had heard of the store she chose.

They are all Shelley's property.

I wonder what Mr. James Shelley would think...

After finishing this matter, Roland became free again.

He was annoying everyone at home all day, wrapped in a blanket. He would lie on the sofa and ask Yam for tea, and then he would interrupt old Collins when he was tidying up the medicine cabinet, causing him to count wrong.

However, Randolph sent a "strange" letter: the crooked large words on the letter made Roland smile at the sight.

"Come!"

"I want you! I want you!"

Randolph's handwriting is at the back.

"Thank you! Guess who wrote this?!"

"Come on! I'll be waiting for you at home!"

Obviously.

Beatrice is 'growing up' again.

Roland drove to Taylor's house the afternoon he received the letter. The whole Taylor mansion was like a festival, and every servant had a smile on his face:

According to Theresa, Randolph gave all the servants an extra pay today.

To celebrate the first time my sister wrote a complete word.

"This is indeed worth celebrating. I think it won't be long before Betty will be writing to her brother, urging him to buy her this and that."

Following Theresa, Roland passed through the path where the courtyard wall had been recently repaired.

"Just like a real lady." The old maid smiled. She was in a very good mood no matter what she saw that day. "It's a miracle, Mr. Collins. I hope that Miss can marry a decent gentleman and have children like other girls, have her own family, and live a happy life..."

She looked at Randolph and Betty as if they were her own children.

This is all she hopes for in her life.

"I promise I will, Theresa. And if the All-Father disagrees, I will knock on the door and ask myself."

Theresa glared at Roland and said, "Don't talk like that. You people who often deal with faith, don't you have much respect for God?"

"Only him."

"I just want you not to worry." "Don't worry, don't worry. If you really want me to not worry, you should be more qualified and decent, follow etiquette and rules..." She started mumbling again, who else could be the center of the topic?

"…That questionable woman has been writing quite a lot recently. I think it's just a waste of ink, smeared on paper. It's not as good-looking as Betty's paintings."

Roland suppressed his laughter.

"…I really don't know what's so good about it. What art, what stories, the father of all things, does being able to write make you a poet or a writer? I'm not that old-fashioned, and I don't say that women can't do this job - but she? I don't see how she looks like a writer..."

Suppressing laughter.

憋…

I couldn't hold it in.

Roland couldn't help thinking of Randolph's bitter face - he just couldn't do anything with Theresa, who always walked quickly in front with an indifferent and arrogant look, while Theresa followed closely behind, muttering.

Just like the young eagle with its head held high and its mother eagle mumbling helplessly.

Roland had seen this scene no less than ten times.

"Oh, it's really humorous, isn't it? I think if you could spend some of the time you spend on amusing Betty on other women, Mr. Roland Collins, you would have a warm and happy family and an elegant and gentle wife."

Roland: ...

"Keep laughing."

"I'm not old enough, ma'am." Roland puffed his cheeks and interrupted: "I smell the scent of fresh flowers and plants - new plants planted in the yard? What is it?"

Theresa squinted: "They are some worthless flowers, Mr. Roland Collins, they symbolize a 'good marriage'."

Roland: ...

Theresa was an extremely standard and conservative maid, and her speech was consistent with Roland's impression of her.

In short.

In the brief time from the door to the main house, Roland truly felt the torture that Randolph had suffered in his daily life - may the Father of All God bless him, his housekeeper is not like this.

and many more.

His housekeeper certainly wouldn't do that.
-
It seems that there are advantages to hiring a butler who can't even speak clearly.

"You're too hellish."

Randolph and Beatrice were warming themselves by the fire in the house.

The brother and sister sat on the carpet at the low table by the fireplace, holding their pens and making ink everywhere.

Bronte stood quietly by, looking at Randolph and his sister tenderly.

This picture looks more like a family.

Theresa…

And even angrier.

The old maid, who was strong and could run faster than a horse, started coughing as soon as she entered the room. She coughed so violently that she was about to vomit her lungs.

"Cough cough cough cough cough -"

Roland was almost dying of laughter.

"Look who's coming!"

Randolph pinched his sister's little face, climbed up from the carpet, opened his arms, and gave Roland a solid hug.

He planned to pat Roland on the back, put his arm around him and chat about business, walk to the fireplace with his arm around his shoulder like old friends, invite him to sit down, and have the maid pour him some tea to warm him up.

Have some cookies or something.

Randolph had it designed this way in his head.

But before he could take the picture, a small hand grabbed the back of his shirt.

He kept grabbing it, getting harder and harder, making the loose shirt suddenly become tight.

"…My turn." Beatrice opened her eyes wide and stared at her brother who was hugging Roland. She pointed at Roland and then at herself, "My turn."

Randolph: ...

"Yes, it's your turn, Betty." Roland pushed Randolph away with a look of disgust, half-knelt down, smiled and hugged Beatrice: "I miss you and your brother, I miss Theresa, Bronte and the fire in the Taylor family - all of this makes me feel warm, Beatrice."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

(End of this chapter)