The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 632 Ch.631 Steam Big Eyes

It is almost spring, and the ladies and gentlemen living in this pearl of the most powerful and prosperous country in the world can finally lazily open the doors and windows and finally enjoy a breath of earthy air from the countryside - they are about to embark on a "migration".

Migration from the countryside to the city.

This migration occurs twice a year, during the autumn hunting season and before the beginning of spring.

Even for the gentlemen or ladies who are most keen on enjoying "country romance", when spring comes, they will take off their work clothes, wash off the mud on their toes, dress up neatly, take a carriage with their relatives and friends, and go to the city to breathe the new air that is more "free" and "upper class".

Most importantly, men had to return to their homes in the city before the social season arrived to facilitate correspondence and arrange activities for the year - political activities or various business salons.

The same goes for ladies.

They could not let the letter fall into the hands of the servants, so they were very impolite to reply half a month late, and in the letter they shamefully said that they were happy to live in the suburbs, so that the dewdrops, hares and foxes would blur the view of their friends in the city, the new fashion of jewelry, dresses and the parties they were supposed to attend.

Country life is a kind of leisure enjoyment that can only be enjoyed after reaching a certain level. You can't say that you really love such a life.

'The noble blood flowing in our bodies is allergic to soil, nature and beasts. If it's just to kill time, it's fine. But if you really want to live there all year round...'

'I'm afraid I'll die early.'

Box carriages traveled in groups through the dirt roads in the suburbs. Those who knew each other went in groups of two or three, while those who didn't know each other could always find an opportunity to meet the person with the last name they wanted to meet.

Rose really enjoys watching this excitement lately.

She could spend the whole morning lying on the balcony with a cup of coffee in hand: various carriages modified by craftsmen passed through the streets. Some of the carriages were carved, some were branded with patterns and emblems, and some were improved as a whole, like a large horizontal coffin.

But the only thing they have in common is:
Every car was quiet.

Apart from the driver's occasional shouts, the sound of horse hooves, and the occasional snort, Rose had never heard the creaking sound of a public carriage.

If I made such a noise, I would be caught immediately and teased by the man who opened the window:
"You should at least be careful. How can we affect the citizens' precious morning?"

Regrettably.

The citizens had all gone to the factory three hours ago.

The ladies and gentlemen who walked slowly into the city could not see any real "citizens". The only "citizens" on the street were those who were noble enough not to work, sitting in cafes or walking their dogs with cigars in their mouths. From this perspective, there was nothing wrong with the saying:

'Our citizens are doing well, apparently.'

Rose shook the coffee and let the hot steam fume her eyeballs - she heard from some servant that steaming the eyes with the hot steam from the brewed coffee can make them more charming.

It can also touch a man's heartstrings.

"…but Mr. Collins has trouble with his eyes."

"Do you need to explain it to me?" Rose turned her head and glared at Halida, not forgetting to move the coffee cup so that she could move it along with her head. "The ritualists have a unique way of 'seeing the world'. Haven't you learned it?"

Halida pursed her lips.

I always feel that Miss Rose is very "scary" at this time: a woman who stares at you without blinking, and won't give up even if she sheds tears...

"Roland really likes my eyes."

The two round green eyes endured the stinging pain, and they had no idea who was responsible for their misfortune.

"Even though he didn't say it, I knew it."

Halida opened her mouth.

Mr. Collins...seems to have praised his eyes for being beautiful: flowing silver, mysterious and exotic...

But she didn't say it because she didn't want to be scolded for no reason.

"I'm really too bored if Roland doesn't come back."

Come back soon, Mr. Collins. Halida was also secretly anxious.

She didn't have to see Roland as soon as possible, but she felt that if things continued like this, she and Miss Rose would be hanged on the gallows by the police sooner or later - in order to promote the "Tea Party", Rose had done a lot of bad things recently.

Whether poor or rich, whether it is life-saving money or gold pounds for reproduction.

In Rose's eyes, everyone is treated equally.

She didn't care whose daughter this was, who sold her youth and the rest of her life for the life-saving money to treat her poor mother who had lost her husband and was seriously ill - or like the 'gentlemen' a few nights before.

Halida couldn't understand the "excitement" that Rose mentioned, the joy of walking on the edge of a knife.

She just knew that as the difficulty of each theft target increased, their danger also increased sharply.

knock knock.

Just as I was thinking about it, someone knocked on the door.

Halida hurriedly lowered her head to tidy up her service and quickly walked across the balcony.

The old butler was waiting at the door, holding a light blue letter in his hand.

His expression was somewhat indescribable. He first looked at Halida for a long while, then looked past him to see Rose lying on the balcony.

"Mr. Tom?"

"I told you to call me Old Tom," the butler gave the vile and shameless slave a respectable and gentle smile for the sake of the young lady. He responded with a few words and walked straight through the room. He stopped at the balcony and said, "Miss."

What turned around was a hideous face.

Old Tom was frightened!

"Lord of Dissension!"

He looked at the face that was twisted to the point of collapse, his eyes as red as those of a prostitute who had done evil things too many times in the red-light district - God of the Crown bless him and forgive his obscene and rude thoughts.

"Ms. Lillian! You! You——"

He was so anxious that his eyebrows and hands were flying. He wanted to go forward and hold the girl's shoulders to take a closer look, but he couldn't do that because of his status. After being anxious for a long time, he could only jump around her at different heights like a 200-year-old bearded grasshopper.

Rose's plan to 'hold on for ten minutes' was completely ruined.

"Oh, Tom! I'm done for!"

Old Tom was also very angry with her - it was obvious that this was another "special program" caused by his young lady.

"Can you tell me what you are doing?"

He held out his hand for her to hold onto his arm, led her into the room, and after helping her sit down, he gave Halida a look, telling her to quickly find a clean, soft cloth that had been washed in boiling water.

“I’m training my eyes.”

"Oh, the master has found so many teachers for you, but I didn't expect that your favorite thing is coffee."

Old Tom looked at Rose angrily, watching her grimace in pain and still confidently saying something like "more charming" and "more attractive" -

The Lord of Strife is above.

If a girl wants to attract a man, why does she need to steam her eyes with coffee?
He wailed, determined to turn his young lady's stupid idea around.

"Of course I know. You mean 'wear less', right?" Rose rubbed the corners of her eyes carefully, took the wrung-out soft cloth that Halida hurriedly brought over, and put it on her eyes with her head tilted back. "I want to be more classy, ​​decent, and elegant, not the kind of vulgar and vulgar methods you mentioned - I have to come up with some 'special' methods, different from other cheap...other ladies."

The more Old Tom listened, the more he wanted to laugh.

(End of this chapter)