The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 653 Ch.652 Slowly Condensing
When Paul Collins opened the door, took James Jones in his arms, and walked into the house while reciting poetry——

He happened to meet the eyes of two 'bat scrolls' with human faces.

The old man was so scared that he almost bit off his tongue.

"Ah! That rose wine is a Braille that has nothing to do with loyalty, as long as people...Fuck! Fuck! You...you...Roland! How could you...you you..."

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In front of the round table.

An old man and a young man sat facing each other in silence.

Puhu Collins: "You didn't say you were coming back today."

Roland: "You didn't say you were reciting poetry today."

Yam rolled his eyes, and together with Halida, he served soft toasted bread, mushroom soup, boiled potatoes, steaks with sauce, and a bottle of whiskey that old Collins had kept for a long time but had never been willing to drink.

"What does he know about wine?"

"A man of understanding wouldn't put his finger in the mouth of a bottle," said Yam, glancing at old Collins, "and then not be able to pull it out."

Paul Collins: …

As soon as Roland came back, James Jones would have to be different.

Paul Collins had known it all along.

However, he had no intention of mocking Roland now - like Yam, he was also curious about the beautiful "slave" that Roland brought back.

to be frank.

If the color wasn't wrong, he would believe it no matter who she was.

What a shame.

Especially those eyes, when they look at people with a cold face, they can always see into people's hearts. If you really want to work in the red street, you can definitely meet the unique and weak special requirements of a small number (perhaps a large part) of gentlemen -

This look is naturally good at attracting men's attention.

Of course, he had never been to Red Street, it was just a guess.

Anyway, this girl is pretty enough.

Roland...

Where did you hire them from?
It couldn't be that he really found it in the red-light district.

Some people with great powers can always get things that are even more obscene than you can imagine.

Of course, he had never been to Red Street, it was just a guess.

Boxers aren't the only ones who make money by beating people up...

Oh.

Maybe he bought it from Brighton.

There are often cargo ships coming and going in that place, although there are not as many things going on at sea as on the red-light district.

Of course, he had never been to Red Street, it was just a guess.

When I was young, I always liked to guess, and it’s the same when I’m old.

Old Collins dipped his finger into the sauce and put it into his mouth. "Did Roland hire you?"

“…Yes, sir.”

"How much is the weekly salary? Don't try to lie to me - I'm asking you, kid, what do you do with Roland?"

Weekly salary?

Halida never discussed weekly wages with Roland.

She thought that Roland had saved her and awakened her from that sticky and heavy crazy dream, which was a great favor - how could she ask Mr. Collins for money?

"I…we haven't talked yet."

Puhu Collins was puzzled.

A pair of droopy eyes repeatedly scanned the maid's body.

Didn’t talk?

Is it so easy to hire people now?

"I see you're not hungry yet, are you?" Yam seemed to have noticed the 'little problem' between Roland and Halida earlier, and glared at Pushu, "Open the wine quickly, old gentleman."

Such intimate words would only come from two people who are quite familiar with each other.

Roland said to himself: "Who took away my love..."

Yam: "I don't think you're hungry either."…………

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After dinner, Yam gently called Halida to the second floor.

Pour two cups of citrus black tea.

She had more "experience" than Puhu Collins, and knew what a young and energetic maid meant to a young and energetic master.

She didn't ask where Halida came from.

Roland is the "senior policeman" of the Cross Church. If he can't figure it out, there is no need for him to ask in detail.

The problem for Jam Jones was simple.

She used her gentle gaze to melt every frozen joint of the maid, and after saying, "You and Roland's looks are gifts from God":
"You learned how to use lamb intestines, didn't you?"

These words sounded like a barbarian wearing a princess dress, and the tone of voice was in stark contrast to the words, leaving the maid stunned.

She held the teacup, and the ripples of the water, the color of the morning glow, were just like the long waves of cowardice rising in her heart.

"I, I'm just a maid... just a..." Halida shook her head quickly.

Yam looked deeply and said, "If you still want to coax me at this time, it would be really stupid, child."

She did not seem to hate, resist, or even fear touching the light brown skin like Prince Collins or others, lest her snow-white, noble skin, which was only comparable to a spit-holding handkerchief when she was alive and more fragrant than any other color when she died, be stained with other colors.

She reached out and carefully touched Halida's fingers.

He squeezed it gently again.

"You should understand what kind of woman my Roland will marry. If you have an ignominious child before that, he will definitely not receive the blessing of everyone."

"That is the most shameless and selfish thing to do."

"You should know what shame is, right?"

Halida drooped her eyelashes timidly, muttering "favor" and "repay". She tried her best not to expose her problems in front of Yam Jones, but the barking sounds from her chest and abdomen, and the shaking of her shoulders with the howling, still made her more and more frustrated.

She totally screwed up.

"I, I can, I can just clean..."

James Jones held the tea tray and quietly observed her: her slender figure did not look thin, and her skin and flesh were as tight as a sturdy and useful animal. The bear bed was neither too big nor too small, and through the clothes, it just happened to lift up the inverted triangle of white silk on the front.

This is a bud about to bloom, a girl who suppresses her excessive thoughts and desires.

James Jones could not only see the undisguised innocence in her clear silver eyes, but also the wildness hidden behind the innocence, which perhaps even the owner of the eyes was not aware of.

The body and mind are both beasts.

This kind of woman always challenges men and is like a sponge and is never satisfied.

To be honest, Yum Jones didn't like her very much.

But I don't care much about her.

But she is always worried when some things are not clear.

"How did you and Roland meet?"

Halida was already used to this kind of condescending questioning.

But today, she quietly clenched her fists.

……

The two men downstairs talk about the same thing as the two ladies upstairs.

It's just that the angle of the topic is slightly different.

"Where did you hire him from?"

"Her name is Halida, and she used to work at the Mud Ball Circus." After eating and drinking, someone who didn't want to work all day wrapped himself up and threw himself back on the sofa: "Recently, the circus..."

"Oh, I heard about it," Old Collins said, sucking his teeth. "It's a big case, isn't it? I heard that the head was chopped off..."

The crimes that happened at the Mud Ball Circus could not be hidden from these powerful citizens.

Although they don't know the cause of the tragedy, they still spread all kinds of stories, including but not limited to: love killing, revenge killing, uneven distribution of spoils, espionage, cult, etc.

Some people also said that the reason the circus’s residence was burned to ashes was to cover up the bodies of several old priests who died there. It is needless to say what these old guys did in the circus privately.

None of the Privy Councillors had such a rich imagination.

"I don't know since when, some 'secrets' of the Holy Cross have spread among the drivers..." Old Collins scratched his chin and looked at Roland thoughtfully: "Aren't you in charge of this? Go and ask around, catch the rumormonger, and make a great contribution..."

"That's a good idea."

"Listen to your uncle, Executor."

(End of this chapter)