The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 666 New Leather Shoes

The atmosphere at the auction was much better than Roland had imagined.

Before starting, Roland also met the friend that Rose mentioned she had made recently - Ms. Rosalind Herbert Burns Field.

The woman who seemed to have stopped groaning still had sparkling tears in her eyes. She pursed her lips, and her graceful and decent dress added a touch of extra solemnity to this occasion where there were mostly men.

When faced with a brilliant smile, a soft yet resilient resistance especially reflects a person's leading wisdom in his or her group and a higher and broader understanding of himself or herself and the surroundings.

Even if Roland had never dealt with her, he could have noticed it.

She is a mature animal.

Compared to the reclusive Cinder, the immature Rose, and the mentally retarded me...

"It seems that your understanding of yourself is still very accurate."

"Are you going to say hello?"

Rose hesitated: "No, forget it."

In a place where ritualists and mortals are mixed together, one cannot freely reveal one's "secrets" - considering Roland's eyes and the number of people who died a miserable death in this place...

There was no need for her to make Roland listen to words that would make him uncomfortable.

Although Rose thought that Roland would not feel sad about this so-called insult, she would not be happy even if there was even the slightest possibility.

Fortunately.

Ms. Burns is a reasonable and intelligent person.

She had obviously seen her young friend and the male companion beside her early on, but she turned a blind eye to them. After finishing the socializing decently, she avoided them with her glass of wine in hand.

Just blinked secretly.

"My friend is nice, isn't he?"

"You mean, in terms of human relations?"

"Or her two lumps of——?"

"Watch your words, young lady."

The eldest lady didn't want to pay any attention.

Especially when she discovered Roland's - or rather, most men's - little quirks, and compared them with her own childhood memories, she was certain that this "toxic" quirk had been passed on to her man.

"Do you all like this?"

She opened the screen, hid her face behind the shiny pearl thread, and asked in a low voice.

"You mean, a gentle person with good manners and proper manners?"

The girl squinted her eyes: "Yes, especially these gentle and lovely girls are good at playing dumb."

“This fan is really beautiful.”

"The reward for winning the first place in the pretending to be stupid contest."

Rose is different from Chandel.

The former is keen on getting to the bottom of things. For some topics, she may already know that the answers are not so pleasing, but she will still insist on it to the end.

Shandel does not.

She usually makes sure the answer is what she wants before she asks the question.

"No, Rose, I think beauty is multifaceted."

"is it?"

"no doubt."

The girl raised an eyebrow: "So, if it's me, or the heavy me, which one would you choose?"

Roland blinked his eyes. "Can't I have both? The only treasure in the world, and the only two treasures in the world. Anyone with even the slightest greed would want to take them all."

The girl tried her best to tuck in her lip lines, but she couldn't help but let the two ends stick up like leaf boats.

The young lady was happy.

"…How disgusting, Roland. When did you learn such sweet talk?"

"When facing important people."

The leaf boat turned into a crescent moon.

She began to hum a cheerful tune from her throat, and her emerald green eyes slightly curved among the feathers.

The pretty girl, like her male companion, had an enviable face.

But soon.

She reacted.

“…Should I not use myself as an example?”

Roland swirled the juice in his glass and pretended to listen to the conversation in the distance.

Rose squeezed his arm gently.

"You bad boy, you lied to me again." She tugged at the sleeve of Roland's dress, looking hesitant, "There's not much difference between Kratov and me, right?" Roland silently stared at the small dish that had not yet been filled with sauce on the tablecloth embroidered with a golden lion and a silver sword...

Then he looked at the plain blue porcelain bowl next to it.

"Almost, Rose."

"What are you looking at?"

"I am blind."

"Are you looking at that bowl?"

If I had to rank them, the order would probably be: Enid, Rose.

Then, Roland met Shandel.

The sequence becomes:

Enid, Chandel, Rose.

Then, Roland met Betty.

The sequence becomes:

Beatrice, Enid, Chandel, Rose.

Finally, there is the little maid.

Beatrice, Enid, Halida, Chandel, Rose.

There is always a tense and fierce competition for the first place.

The last one is much more down-to-earth.

"The small dish is good, it's convenient when climbing over the wall."

"I didn't discuss climbing the wall with you, Roland."

"It is hard for me to imagine how pathetic a person can be, without a body and without brains."

"... Let me tell you, Roland. I asked the Shelley family's doctors, and they said that the stuff is useless, and it can easily cause illness and make people's shoulders collapse... It's not a good thing."

Roland made a vague "hmm" sound and took a sip of apple juice.

"And sweating stinks, can you imagine? No clean person can stand being stuffy for half a day - like feet in boots in summer."

Ms. Dice is trying to use all kinds of reasons to persuade and change a man's hobbies.

As it happens, Roland is a person who is good at change.

"That's not important, Rose, I don't care." He held his chin with his hands, his golden eyes tender: "If you love someone, of course you love her soul."

Rose was stunned for a moment.

He immediately turned his face to avoid the other person's sight.

"…That's right, Roland. A soul like Kratov is not worthy of love."

"You're right, but I love her bowl."

"Don't want the shoes!"

Roland drank the apple juice in one gulp, loosened his collar slightly, and tilted his upper body like a playboy, looking towards the girl who was silently turning her face away and was furious in her heart.

"Xandel would never compete with you in climbing over a wall, Rose."

He thought about it and whispered something into the little ear.

The light sound was like paint poured into clear water.

The face behind the fan instantly caught fire.

Rose glared at the obscene man beside her fiercely and pushed him away with her elbow.

"You are getting worse and worse! London is really polluting!"

As they said this, under the willow-shaped tablecloth, the two feet hidden in the skirt curtains began to sway happily, one after another.

The girl's wet eyes turned slightly, as if a heat was flowing up along the skin that rarely saw the sun and was carefully washed in the hands of the maid every morning and evening.

'That's crazy... obscene...'

"It's so dirty that I have to stay in my shoes all day..."

She mumbled a few words, but her mouth was more honest than her throat.

She began to feel happy again.

"I don't necessarily want to compete with Kratov."

She raised her forehead slightly.

"I just asked casually, but you said such earth-shattering words. Roland, it seems that London didn't teach you much..."

Roland was mainly concerned about his new pair of leather shoes.

(End of this chapter)