The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 651 Ch.650 A Different Detective Agency (Happy New Year!)

Halida got along well with Black's hounds.

These cute and friendly little creatures seemed to like the smell of this slender upright creature. After licking the milk bowl until it reflected a shine, they began to circle around Halida.

They didn't like Rose very much, and Rose didn't like them either.

"I can crush these with one foot, and you call them hounds?"

In Rose's impression, a hound should be big and fierce, with a long snout, ferocious ears, and hard fur.

'That's a wolf, miss.'

The dog breeder was too lazy to give a lecture to the ignorant girl.

A truly good hunting dog is not bred to scare people.

They are loyal companions and absolutely steadfast protectors in times of danger - they look scary and always roar. They either have a stupid owner or are born unqualified... and, also have a stupid owner.

Halida followed Blake and asked him softly about dog-raising.

She was very interested in these lively little things.

Blake was slightly different from others in his treatment of Halida, and was more patient. Later, Rose secretly told Roland that it was probably because Halida always barked like a dog that the greedy and stingy Wool had bad thoughts...

This bad talk is very well said.

On this side, Roland and Kingsley were asking Dan Budge how he planned to "deal with" the child in his arms.

The Allens died, but their children lived...

There has to be a place to put it.

"I won't send him to the hands of those who deserve to go to hell," the old sheriff looked down at the baby sleeping soundly in the cradle, "it's just right for my little princess to keep her company."

Neither the workhouse nor the orphanage was suitable for the child.

In other words, any place of good hypocrisy or bad uprightness is not suitable for a baby who has not yet escaped from his cradle.

The best outcome was that Dan Budge was willing to adopt him - as for what his mentality was, Kingsley and Roland didn't need to delve into it.

A grown baby has no more choices than a swaddled baby.

Just like Miss Snitch asked Roland before:
You're like me, right?

They will never be as stupid as that couple.

Roland did not answer because only a small number of people in this world are blessed by nature. From the moment they cry, the gods will send their blessings - while the vast majority of people have to fall into the mud first, struggle to get their heads out, and take a breath of the turbid air of this world mixed with gurgling mud and choking coughs.

Just like when Paula Caro tried to win over Ellen, she didn't leave her any choice but to join.

Just like her maid, even if the rope was put around her neck, she probably couldn't do what Rose said.

Roland stared silently at the other end of the room:
Halida was squatting, teasing the group of little creatures who were vying to express their friendliness with her braids, as if fishing, while Blake was talking about dog knowledge beside her.

Rose hid behind the two men, trying to step on the front paw of the lone and less talkative hound with the tip of her shoe.

——At least there are good things.

"So, when does the detective agency open?"

Roland asked casually.

From certain traits in Kingsley's character and his daily attitude towards money, it is clear that he is not an ordinary wealthy man - he cannot rent a house.

Although the rent in London is not cheap either.

In places like Bayswater, Kensington and Marylebone, rents range from £100 to £200 a year.

Many middle-class people only earn this much in a year.

"What a pity," Kingsley shook his head: "I'm temporarily living near Hyde Park - ten minutes away." It is not difficult to buy a house in the city of London, but it is troublesome to get the one that suits your needs.

"I have a friend who is well-informed about real estate," Roland said, "and I just so happen to be planning to move, too."

"Then I have to thank you. By the way, I don't care about the size, but it has to be clean and quiet enough, and the public security has to be reassuring - I don't want to live in the same area with people who need to get up at six o'clock. It's best if there are no factories or noisy workshops within two streets..."

The detective spoke clearly, as if reciting a text.

The old sheriff, who was holding a child nearby, interjected: "You should buy a boat and live on the sea."

Kingsley glanced at him and added, "Don't be in a position where patrol police always pass by."

"I'm afraid this won't satisfy you, Kingsley." Roland didn't think this gentleman was a person who made friends with people. If a detective agency had been open for a long time, there would definitely be more people who hated him than those who loved him. "Learn to make friends with the police, great detective, if you don't want every case to be about investigating mistresses or finding lost jewelry."

Roland himself is an executive officer, a half-special police officer, and he knows very well how many cases the police have to handle every month and every year.

Rather than rely on some old man who studies turkey butts all day, Kingsley should work with Dan Budge -

"I think you two get along pretty well, isn't that perfect?"

The old sheriff stared at Roland with a strange look on his face: "How did you know that?"

Kingsley said he didn't care.

He saw the backwardness and ignorance of this system from Dan Budge. If this sheriff was considered "outstanding", he could hardly imagine how stupid those "ordinary" ones were.

More importantly, they lack persistence, responsibility, and desire for the truth.

In Kingsley's opinion, this is the biggest problem.

As he thought about it, Roland touched his arm.

"Look, I entrusted a friend to help you with your house..." Roland rubbed his palms gently, and his smile seemed a little... flattering?
Kingsley was puzzled. "Of course...? I am very grateful to you, Roland. I remember I said that."

"No, I mean, the name of the detective agency..." Roland pointed at himself and narrowed his eyes: "Do you need my help?"

Kingsley suddenly realized.

He nodded in agreement and said that the name was not important and if Roland wanted to participate, of course he could.

"Should we go now...what were you talking about?"

The extremely bored Miss Snitch returned home disappointed.

——She made a fuss behind Halida for a long time, and tried to make various sounds with her mouth that were difficult for humans to make: no dog was willing to pay attention to her.

"…He said 'hound', but I didn't believe it."

The girl pointed to the other side and said, "Look, your little maid is really enthusiastic. It seems that she can really learn something..."

Kingsley told the girl, who even disliked dogs, that he was looking for a suitable house and agreed to let Roland give the detective agency a catchy name.

As he spoke, he saw Rose blinking at him repeatedly, with a hint of fear on her face.

Kingsley: ?

"I'm sorry. I don't understand, what's the problem?"

Rose certainly couldn't explain directly what was wrong in front of Roland and Dan Budge -

When he hears names like "Magnifying Glass in the Dark" or "West Side Eagle Eyes"...

Everything is understood.

"Kingsley," Rose patted the detective's shoulder seriously, "From this decision on, your detective agency will be different from the others."

(End of this chapter)