The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 652 Ch.651 Harley Bat and Roland Bat

After seeing Dan Budge and Kingsley off, Roland asked Halida on the way back.

"You didn't want to buy one?"

He meant the puppies.

“They like you.”

The maid folded her hands and placed them neatly on her legs, shaking her head. "Too expensive, sir."

Each of the hounds raised by Black is very expensive.

If calculated based on the standard salary of a personal maid, excluding daily expenses, she would have to save for at least eight to ten years.

"Besides, I don't have time to train them."

After Halida finished speaking, she added: "...I have to take care of you."

"You don't have time to train them either—you have to train me."
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Stop being so annoying.

He and Halida had plenty of time to spend together, but Rose, since she got on the carriage, had been keeping her head down, muttering something about "doctor" and "patient" -

"It's on fire, Rose."

The girl, whose thoughts were interrupted, looked up at him silently and said, "I was thinking about something important."

Roland looked surprised: "What's the big news? Let me hear it quickly. Maybe tomorrow the empire will be proud of you - my new leather shoes."

Rose snorted proudly and slowly leaned forward:

"I'm thinking about something."

Roland: “Oh.”

"The story of Mr. and Mrs. Allen is definitely not the first time it has happened, right?"

Roland: “Obviously.”

"You and I know best that some people don't have the opportunity to understand certain knowledge, right?"

Roland: “Indeed.”

“Most people never get this opportunity in their lifetime.”

Roland: “That’s right.”

"So, if we want to stop these fools from being fooled and having their money stolen by these quacks and scammers - is there another way?"

The girl's emerald green eyes sparkled.

"If you can't stop them from being deceived, just get rid of the fraudsters... Isn't this the best way to solve the problem? Solve it at the source..."

Roland didn't want to comment on the pros and cons of this method. He just supported his chin with one hand and was so quiet that Rose felt a little embarrassed.

"…What are you doing?"

The shy girl finally put her legs together and tilted her waist slightly like a lady in front of an easel, showing her beautiful profile to her lover - she kept stroking her curly hair that didn't need to be tucked behind her ears, and tilted her head slightly.

"Oh, you smell the bath salts on me?"

Trying to find a topic.

But it failed miserably.

Roland said nothing.

She drew her carefully shaped eyebrows together, frowned, and said in a pretentious tone: "To be honest, if we can help some poor people...why not?"

Roland still didn't speak.

Just ten seconds.

Miss Shelley's disguise could no longer be maintained.

"Well, actually I just wanted to find something to do."

The desperate thief moved one leg towards Halida and placed the other leg in front of Roland's feet, bent his waist and hugged his arms.

"Maybe our name will become famous...right?"

Rose became more and more excited as she spoke.

"I'm the Thug, and Halida is the Rabid Dog—everyone has heard of us, talked about us, and feared us... Roland! I promise excitement!"

Roland: ...
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Actually, I don't want that much excitement.

"I think so."

…………

……

No matter how he 'escaped', Roland had to go home in the end.

But I didn't expect that when I and Halida carried a few large boxes and unlocked the door and entered the pharmacy, there was no one in the pharmacy. "...Mr. Collins?"

Halida heaved a sigh of relief.

She was scared to death.

Ever since she heard that she was going to meet Roland's uncle and "adoptive mother", she had been uneasy the whole way and her fingers almost made a hole in the pleats of her skirt.

——Will I be kicked out?
—Will Mr. Collins' uncle and mother allow slaves in?

Unanswered questions kept bouncing around in the maid's head. She had never been so exhausted even in computing class.

"No wonder you said sewing was the best course you learned." Roland obviously noticed what Halida was doing along the way. He let Halida help him take off his coat and teased, "I'm afraid the fishermen will love you, Halida."

The maid pursed her lips, stared at her master with her eyes that had been shrouded in mist for years, and slowly squatted down... to help him unbuckle his leather shoes.

"…I am not yet a qualified servant."

To avoid discordant barking, Halida spoke slowly but was very nimble with her hands - she had really put her heart into her studies at the Shelleys'.

After hanging up his hat and coat and straightening his shoes, he quickly found water and a towel to wipe Roland's hands and neck.

Without Roland saying anything, in just five minutes she had figured out the location of most things in the pharmacy: teapots, cups and spoons, candlesticks, oil lamps, blankets.

The old maid sent by Mr. Tom did not hide anything.

In addition to the normal service skills, she was also taught some of the secrets of success as a "personal maid":

For example, the 'stare' and 'slow squat' just now.

In her heart, Halida cursed herself for being so undignified and bold, but on the other hand, she could clearly feel the shock Mr. Collins felt at that moment.

She was like a hound wagging its tail and jumping repeatedly beside its owner's trouser legs, testing and measuring her owner's boundaries with her mouth, belly and tail.

Halida clenched her fist silently.

Bad dog.

"You are more qualified than anyone I have ever seen." Roland unbuttoned his collar, lazily threw himself into the sofa, and wrapped himself in a blanket.

He curled up and watched Halida search for wood, light a fire, and then find the teapot and cups from somewhere - light the fireplace and put the teapot on the stove.

"Halida."

"gentlemen?"

Roland moved and patted the sofa: "Come here."

"gentlemen?"

"Come here quickly, I have something serious to worry about."

Halida walked around the sofa in confusion, and sat down slowly despite being urged - before she could sit down firmly, she was hit in the face by the blanket thrown at her. After a short scream, she fell backwards on the sofa.

"Wrap it up."

Roland threw her another one.

"hurry up."

He urged Halida to imitate him, holding the corner of the blanket over her shoulders and twisting it around her neck - like a tree-brown bat in reverse with a human head.

"Sir! I'm still wearing my shoes—"

"Take it off, take it off."

Unable to bear the request, the maid had to hook off her cloth shoes with her fingers and quietly hide her two feet in white socks into the "bat wings".

The two of them just curled up on the sofa in a particularly peculiar posture, facing the fire that was gradually growing stronger after its resurrection.

"Sir... I, we are now... "

Roland's behavior was beyond the maid's expectations - the "experience" she had heard was not enough for her to deal with the current situation.

Halida felt uncomfortable all over.

"Now..." Roland slumped his head and leaned on the sofa with a tired look on his face: "Of course, I am enjoying my precious rest time..."

rest?

How can a servant rest when his master rests?
"Sir, I can't--"

"Frequently sitting by the fire will make your skin whiter."

"Really, really?"

"real."

"…Sir, are you lying to me?"

Harry Bat and Roland Bat wrapped themselves in a thin blanket and dozed off lazily as they chatted with each other.

(End of this chapter)