The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 679 Ch678 Laughing for a whole year

Chapter 679 Ch.678 Laughing for a whole year
Droz had met Fernandez de Vincenzo.

She had a bad impression of this man who was as strong as a bear - at school, she had often heard lecturers talk about this group of 'black crows': they burned people to death.

Cruel and backward.

It is said that these people eat raw meat and sleep with daggers under their pillows. Apart from their brutality, they do not even allow anyone to mention the All-Father except in prayer…

Frankly speaking, she knew in her heart that she would not marry any young master or big businessman.

Even if I read some books.

She was not like those women with coconuts stuffed in front and behind, and had the reins and saddles that men dreamed of.

Her father was hanged for stealing corpses, her mother was suffering from ulcers, and her body was rotten all over. Her elder sister was a famous prostitute - she was too famous.

She knows a few words, and then what?

With her current level, she is now confident in hiring teachers, whether teaching music or languages.

But she pretended to be blind, coveting Gilles Fonseca's care, and doing her best to delay the deadline of this suffering - the deadline, she knew, was at the funeral.

As long as her sister was alive, she would have money to spend.

Unfortunately, her cleverness had already been seen clearly by her sister.

She wouldn't allow her to continue like this.

“…My friend’s father is a good choice. He’s in his forties, has lung disease, and likes to beat people. I should introduce myself to him.” The younger sister said angrily, but the older sister still had that irritating smile on her face, holding her wrist and walking through the narrow corridor.

"I should introduce you to that gentleman of Katie's, who loves to listen when he's rough."

Giles pushed back softly, "Then you can have fun while you teach him arithmetic or world history."

Droz rolled his eyes.

“I don’t sell candles.”

This is her final line.

A bottom line of shamelessness, naivety or stupidity.

But Giles agreed.

"The Fonseca House never forces anyone to sell candles, Delos. You know how we survive. Besides..." The sister hesitated: "Besides, maybe it won't take up too much of your time."

Deloz raised his thick eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"That young gentleman is no ordinary man, dear. Perhaps you are a little short of..."

"You are really crazy," the anger in Droz's heart surged up and flowed out from the corners of his eyes, "I would rather marry a worker in the glass factory! Giles Fonseca! Don't think of making me a *dog-"

"Shhh."

They are here.

Droz took a deep breath.

Because she had a 'rare' sister, she had never been asked to participate in the work of Fonseca House - although this would make some girls in the family unhappy, due to Giles's usual tolerance and kindness, they would at most make a few teasing remarks when they met.

This was her first time dealing with a man in such a setting.

Droz thought.

When the time comes, ask him a question.

Whenever he couldn't answer, he would be so ashamed that he would scold me and tell me to get out of the room - if my sister apologized, I would never have to see him again...

history?

count?

Or language?

Droz's expression changed, and his mind was working faster than his waist which was about to be happy.

or…

Is there a safer question that he can't answer?

Could she also say a few words of comfort as appropriate?

Deloz shook the hem of her skirt that was wrapped around her legs, and then she realized that she was actually wearing a nightgown!
"Wait--"

crunch.

The door was pushed open.

Giles whispered an apology to the house, saying that she had kept the gentlemen waiting for too long, and then, with a firm wrist, she pulled her sister into the house.

'Test him...'

'Let him lose face...'

'Or give up when faced with difficulty...' 'Count it, count it, count it... He is handsome.'

Droz stood there like an unseemly statue, blocking the door.

She looked at the man on the sofa, and a sentence involuntarily emerged in her mind: a legendary gem that came back to life from the dead, coming to the world only to endure vulgar praise.

He heard the door open, but he just turned his head, his amber eyes staring blankly at the amber wine, as if he was thinking about a huge mystery that was more important than any question in the world.

Deloz opened his mouth and was pulled by his sister like a puppet. He stepped lightly on the clouds and floated towards the colors of his dreams.

From today on, she only loves gold.

"…This is my sister, Droz Fonseca—it seems that you don't like the cookies that Hina baked, Devinson."

Droz couldn't hear what they were saying.

Like a mute, she stared at the turquoise ring at the end of the man's hair. Her sight became some kind of sticky substance, crawling all the way up, passing by his waist, abdomen, chest, and every button on his neck.

When it was about to reach my lips, boundless shame stabbed my arm hard.

She covered her arm and woke up suddenly.

It was her sister who pinched her arm.

"What are you thinking, Droz. Don't be so rude."

The blonde girl hoped that she would have smooth and soft hair like her sister at this moment - instead of being like her sister, with both hair gone in different directions.

"…Good day, gentlemen."

She put on a very standard smile and knelt down to greet Devinson and the... golden gentleman.

"My name is Droz, Droz Fonseca."

She bowed like this, feeling a little sad.

Gilles Fonseca, her own sister, has been trying to please demanding guests over the years.

It was extremely selfish of her to turn a blind eye.

Stupid, dull head.

As their biological sister, she should also do her best for their lives.

"Please sit down, Miss Deloz... Oh, can I call you that?" Fernandez spoke with ease. He would never dare to speak to Enid in this tone in his life. "This is my friend, Roland Collins."

After saying that, he even blinked an eye in a self-proclaimed charming way.

"A weakling who has never been to the Red Street."

After the two ladies took their seats, the four of them sat far apart: Fernandez and Gilles at one end of the sofa, Roland and Deloz at the other.

Perhaps intentionally, Fernandez twisted his hips, half of his back facing Roland, whispered to Giles in her ear, and ignored Roland - his ears were erect, waiting for this Droz Fonseca to do something to make his deputy look bad.

He'll laugh at him all year long.

Giles's sister...

It should work, right?
On one hand, they were pretending to talk about the half of London that had been swollen recently, but on the other hand, it was not as Fernandez expected.

Roland and Deloz sat quietly on the sofa, both of them subconsciously put down their work and placed their hands on their knees.

There was an embarrassment in the air that was more terrible than that of a cultist.

Roland: ...

Deloz: ...

Roland: Say something.

Droz: Test him...test...will you test him again?

Roland: A gentleman should start the conversation first, so...

Droz: Let me ask you something…

then.

The two, unable to bear the embarrassment any longer, spoke at the same time.

Roland: "Isn't it time for you to take a rest?"

Droz: “I don’t like baked cookies either.”