The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 678: Droz Fonseca
Charles Robert Darwin's On the Origin of Species would have an even more far-reaching impact.

Everything that is intense before your eyes is only temporary.

As some devout people would say: rot.

It will not destroy and collapse the lofty beliefs and morals in people's hearts in an evil way. It will make people's hearts rot, like food that has been left for a long time. When you think about it again, it has already hatched maggots and stank.

As executives, Roland and Fernandez didn't have much to say about this.

Roland didn't really believe in the Father of All.

Fernandez could guess the game behind it - although he still thought the book was nonsense.

"By the way, I'm in the Guillotines Club..."

It was a rare opportunity to catch Fernandez, so Roland told the captain what happened in the club in advance and asked whether it needed to be reported to the court.

In response, Fernandez said: If you are happy to let them go, there is no need to report it.

This level of invisible magic will at most kill the whole family.

It is difficult for it to involve others and spread to an uncontrollable level - as the saying goes, harming others will harm yourself. If the whole family just takes a carriage to hell, the executive officers will not have too many objections.

"You're in luck, Roland."

Compared to the invisible technique, he was more interested in the two scimitars.

"Are there few magical items like weapons?"

Fernandez asked in return: "How much have you seen since you entered this world?"

Roland thought about it.

I bought a spider kiss at a discount.

"…These kinds of strange objects have terrible lethality. Many low-level warriors, or those who have strayed from the path of battle, are extremely eager for a weapon that can play a key role at a critical moment—such as the "Destiny" you have heard of, or the "Saint" in the low-level era…"

"For example, Shandel Kratov, your little partner."

Fernandez asked.

"If there is a fight, you are absolutely sure to kill her, right?"

"Saints in low-ring period are very fragile and usually do not participate in battles..."

As for why Shandel appeared in the Executioner Team, you have to ask Enid and her grandfather.

"Be safe, Roland. Bring Kratov along when the time comes. Too many ritualists have died from recklessness and arrogance. Remember what I told you was the most important thing before a battle?"

"information."

Fernandez nodded: "Very good. I'll give you a girl as a reward."

Roland: ...

Gilles Fonseca saw the two men finish their conversation and the song slowly ended. She was called over by Fernandez and listened to his whispered instructions. She scanned Roland with her big eyes and raised the corners of her mouth.

"I see, Devinson."

Ms. Fonseca does have a sister.

But not a prostitute.

With the financial support of her sister, this beautiful woman with blond hair and brown eyes embarked on a path that "seemed" to have a brighter future - at least a longer life - since she was a child.

She studied at Queen's College.

Arithmetic, French, geography, singing or literature, no matter which course, will open the eyes of an ignorant person.

What's more, she had already finished her vocal music and arithmetic studies ahead of schedule and started focusing on courses such as logic, Italian, natural philosophy and painting.

Although the purpose of the college's courses is to improve the quality of tutors and enhance the educational level of women, it does not provide them with more job options besides "teachers" - but it is enough to make most educated people hold their heads high.

At least when they talk about Wright or Gainsborough, they won't be looked at like animals.

As a woman of extraordinary wisdom, an extraordinary mentor, an extraordinary mentor of her mentor, and an extraordinary appearance and figure - she thought that there was no need to do such a dirty thing.

When Giles Fonseca knocked on the door and woke up the girl who was immersed in machinery and gears, her only thought was that her sister was crazy.

"Or am I crazy?"

The slanted corners of her eyes make the lady who is working as a photovoltaic desk have a more "sharp" face: she is not as "tolerant and gentle" as her sister. Instead, every sentence she says is necessarily mixed with sarcasm or rhetorical questions, like a metal thorn hidden in the belly of a fish, always poking you when you think you are safe.

Giles stepped onto the carpet and took a few steps, her eyebrows moving.

Under the soft sole of the foot was a thumb-sized metal gear.

"I don't know who's crazy. But I know that if you read like this again, I'm afraid you won't be wearing glasses next time."

She walked around the table next to the bookcase and took off the glasses on her sister's nose.

A pair of glasses made of twisted copper wire.

Compared with single-lens glasses and the 'double-lens glasses for long-distance viewing' that were specially used by ladies, the 'frame glasses' that she proposed to improve and that were made by her mentor and other gentlemen were obviously much more convenient.

Deloz rubbed his eyes, and as Giles played with her hair, he let out a breath, put his arms around her waist, and pressed his face against her soft belly.

He rubbed it gently. "...When I grow up and have a job, you won't have to please anyone anymore."

Giles lowered her eyes and said nothing, stroking her sister's golden hair again and again.

The oil lamps cast a false daylight.

"I'm glad you think so, Droz. But I have to tell you, and I won't get tired of saying it: I didn't please him."

Delos gently pushed his sister away.

Those two eyebrows, which were not as slender as Giles's and grew wildly, almost revealed the owner's character.

"I hope you know what you're talking about."

Deloz pinched the bridge of his nose, his messy blond hair like a kitten that is often frightened and has not yet learned to comb its hair: "Don't ask me to say bad words, Giles."

Giles Fonseca smiled faintly.

"Be obedient, good sister, come with me."

"It seems that you are crazy. How could you--"

"Because I'm your sister, so I can."

Giles's hands, which were always gentle, were firmer today. She grasped her sister's slender wrist and pulled her up from the chair. She staggered a few steps, muttering dirty words - at this moment, she lived like a girl who grew up in the red-light district.

"I paid for you to go to college and learn to read. To listen to arithmetic, to study music, to discuss art with other girls—but you are still my sister, Deloz."

"In fact, Queen's College is free," Deloz was not good at arguing with her sister. When she looked at her directly, she always had an innate weakness. She turned her eyes away: "...It's free."

But she still tried to reason.

“At least most of the courses are free.”

Deloz added in a low voice.

"I didn't mention courses, dear. I meant your food and clothing," Giles said with a smile that made her hate it. "How many years do I have to wait before I can get your salary?"

Deloz frowned: "…Send me to school, teach me to read and do math, and when I become a teacher——"

"When you become a teacher, you can find a job in a good family, and be raped to death by the master or his son for free. You will give birth to a ball of stinking rotten meat, which will be stuffed into a basket and thrown into the gutter at night when no one is around. Or you may be found by the mistress one day when you are screaming for joy and locked up in the cellar or a place full of rats and poisonous snakes."

Giles' smile remained unchanged, and all she said were words of blood.

Droz pressed the corners of his mouth and began to study his pair of white socks.

She knew it.

It's really clearer than my sister.

After going to school, I broadened my horizons and of course learned how much a tutor's annual salary is, and at the same time, what kind of risks one has to take.

The mouse mistook the bottle cap for a crown.

"Twenty pounds, or thirty or forty, Deloz, maybe your annual salary is just my monthly pocket money." Giles touched her sister's chin with her index finger, lifted her face up to face her, "or maybe a tip or two."

There was a look of confusion in Droz's eyes.

"Mr. Devinson is a kind and good man. Although he has a bad reputation, he is indeed a good man."

Giles whispered.

"...I have inquired about the 'Collins' he mentioned. Deluzi, please listen to my arrangements. If you become the lover of this gentleman..."

At this point, Giles sighed slightly.

"My dear, I can't give you a decent identity. But at least, I have to find you a suitable and absolutely solid support..."

Giles knew very well that with her identity as the 'Master of Fonseca', she would not be able to find a good husband for her sister - to be honest, even if a woman had seen all the 'gentlemen', she didn't think she would be lucky enough to pick up a clean piece of candy in the mud.

Rather than being the wife of an alcoholic, prostitute, beating-addicted, mean, mean, heartless man, bearing a child, and then going out in the cold all night to make money...

Why hasn't this happened earlier?
Any goods should be sold at the beginning when they are expensive.

And it’s best to sell it only once.

In stark contrast to her sister Droz, Giles appears warm on the outside, but lives in a cold prison on the inside.

She knew better than her ignorant and foolish sister how the world in her eyes operated, and what fate would a girl who had no parents, no powerful relatives, and even grew up in a brothel have...

She didn't want to hug and comfort a woman with a bruised and battered face a few years later.

'He cheated on me! Why is that?!'

She wouldn't allow that to happen.

Thinking of this, the ice flowed down his mouth and once again froze the rarely beating heart in his chest to death.

"Come with me," Giles said without question.

Deloz curled his lips and shook his hands: "I hope he can read."

(End of this chapter)