The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 650 Ch.649 Wool Black

After hearing the conclusion of "healthy", Dan Budge sat far away, holding the baby in his arms.

The old man with wrinkles on his face lowered his head and silently watched the sleeping person, no longer participating in the conversation.

Kingsley showed considerable anger towards the 'liar' - although Rose believed that this anger was only due to 'failure'.

Failure made him feel fooled and deceived. The straight trouser legs and armor-like shirt prevented him from bending down his bulging and dignified belly to see with his own eyes what was happening in the real world - Rose thought so and of course did not spare him.

"If you really feel the same way, my detective, you should have asked for Ms. Allen's full name. In your eyes, the truth is more important than anything else, right?"

Kingsley's eyes were sharp for a moment:
"Of course I sympathize with them. But Miss Shelley, you have to understand that this is a group of criminals after all. They not only murdered, but also established an illegal organization, carried out cult activities in downtown London, spread illegal doctrines, and spread like poison..."

Rose didn't care about all that and instantly entered combat mode, sticking her neck out like a rooster and arguing with Kingsley (pecking each other).

On the other side, Halida knelt down and saluted, crying.

She did this again and again, making the dog owners, who were already sarcastic, feel embarrassed.

"I won't give you your money back," Jack Black put down the spoon awkwardly, glanced at Roland, and lowered his voice a few degrees: "...Okay, kid, that's enough. I think you have a good home now, and fate has finally taken care of you - cherish your current life, good boy, good girl."

"Your brother will bless you in heaven too."

Blake used his rare kindness to comfort Halida, the poor maid - her brown dress had proved the inevitability of a difficult future life when she was born, but today she was dressed appropriately, spotlessly clean, and even a little fatter.

It is a great blessing to live a good life.

Fate finally showed mercy.

"Brother?" Halida's silver eyes trembled slightly. Speaking of her brother, the maid seemed to be more grateful: "If it weren't for you, Mr. Blake, if it weren't for you... I, I now have a brother... I want to thank you..."

Blake was confused.

Probably...

She now has a younger brother to accompany her, a good master, and lives a very good life - is that what it means?
The dog breeder responded with a few words, and finally looked at Kingsley.

He commissioned a detective.

In other words, a rookie who commissions someone for cheap.

"No rats."

Kingsley was still focused on his war of words with Rose, so he quickly replied, "There are no rats, bloody phlegm, spots, or red feces."

Rose listened curiously: "What mouse?"

Gulu.

An awkward noise occurred between Rose's questions.

Halida covered her belly with her hands, and her light brown face actually looked a little red.

"It seems that we'd better talk while eating." Blake put his hands on his hips, looked past Halida and looked at Roland, and asked tentatively: "Sir, lunch is... five shillings per person?"

Roland shook his head: "How about five pounds?"

Blake smiled and quickly replied, "Five pounds then!"

Rose's eyebrows were about to stand up: "You——"

Before she could even curse, Roland covered her mouth with his hand.

…………

……

As Halida's master, Roland should thank Jack Black on behalf of Halida.

Five people, twenty-five pounds.

It’s almost half a year’s salary for a tutor.

If he hadn't been worried that Rose would sneak open the window in the middle of the night and steal everything from Mr. Wool's house, he would have even wanted to pay more - a gold pound could not measure her maid's gratitude.

As for Jack Black, his rare act of kindness brought him such a reward. Obviously, he wouldn't have too many things to worry about in the days to come - and therefore, everyone's lunch was particularly "sumptuous".

In other words, it was a rich meal for the poor. In addition to a few pieces of soft bread that didn't require any effort on the part of the front teeth, everyone had a mushroom soup with small pieces of tomato, half a chicken that had been reheated, and two fairly fresh fish.

Several strips of black meat pressed from some unknown animal.

The dog breeder was carrying plates, and Rose was furious when she saw him.

She glared at Roland angrily, and then began to glare at Halida - all because of her.

In Rose's opinion, this favor was not worth twenty-five pounds.

Giving him a few pennies is enough to get him off the ground, or adding a few extra words of 'thank you' might mean you don't have to pay a penny at all.

Blake certainly saw the dissatisfaction of the green-eyed man at the table. His teeth were like blades, grinding the chicken. While chewing, he said shamelessly: "I don't know how important this is to your friend, the servant - but since this gentleman is willing to pay, it means that there are some things that are much more expensive than twenty-five pounds."

The maid who was glared at again lowered her head and drank her soup silently.

The puppy in my heart was wagging its tail excitedly and running wildly from left to right.

Mr. Collins...

Spent a lot of money on me.

"What do you mean?" Rose crushed Halida's feet with the tip of her boot under the table. "I have done a lot of favors and spent a lot of effort to find you the 'thing' to store..., but you don't seem to be so happy."

Halida paused, carefully put down the spoon, and whispered: "...Thank you, Rose."

Rose pouted and leaned towards Roland: "Look, you didn't even say your name when you came back."

Roland also imitated Halida and put down the spoon. The master and servant were exactly the same, cautiously, and said to Rose: "Thank you, name."

Rose: ...

The other foot began to crush Roland's shoe.

Halida just smiled secretly.

She is so happy now.

"So, can I ask what the purpose of your commission is?" Kingsley seemed to have no interest in the 'exquisite dishes' in front of him, turning the rusty fork in his hand, "Rats, bloody sputum - is it related to the plague?"

Blake unscrewed the flask and took a sip. "Oh, that's right. Those little black-haired monsters are the source of many disasters. I worked at the Leeds Medical School and I knew how terrible these little creatures were."

Kingsley asked again: "You did not continue this noble work?"

This left Blake speechless.

He stared at Kingsley for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether this was sarcasm or not. "Noble? How do you see nobility in that, Detective? Is it nobler to give a woman a hand crank to cure her madness, or to cut off a living person's arm with a saw?"

Kingsley lowered his eyelashes: "If these things alone make you feel 'unnoble', then you are indeed not suitable for this noble job."

Blake wasn't annoyed.

In his opinion, the young man's face was full of 'naivety' and 'stupidity'.

The naivety and stupidity of having enough money.

He turned to Dan Budge, who had remained silent.

"The police are meddling in other people's business. This doesn't match the image I have of a black man."

The old sheriff had already figured out the character of this bastard. He held the child in one hand and raised the fork in the other, aiming specifically at the meat: "The police station won't give you any benefits, Blake. Regardless of whether you commissioned a detective to investigate or not, what the reason is, or what the result is - you won't get a penny, even if you kneel down and give me a *."

as predicted.

Upon hearing this, Blake lost interest.

"...I earn more money from what I do now than being a doctor," he muttered. Even though he had just asked Roland for twenty pounds, he was somewhat disappointed to hear that this share was gone. "Great Detective, you've been working for a lot longer than we agreed on..."

“I have to deduct half…”

"No, I'll deduct half of the money."

(End of this chapter)