The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 680 Ch.679 Seeking Knowledge and First Meeting

Candlelight night, flannel tablecloth.

Sour buns, butter star cakes, brewed wild coffee, and whiskey that can't stop people from getting drunk.

Droz Fonseca, and her sister Giles Fonseca.

It was not the standard intimacy between men and women, but a senior executive would also have this kind of intimacy. When Roland experienced it personally, he understood what Fernandez needed.

Only then did I understand what Gilles Fonseca actually offered.

a family.

A candlelit haven for him.

One who always answers the call.

The gentleman, who was not very elegant and whose aesthetic was different from that of the upper class, spoke in his overly rough voice and held the woman in his arms with his arms that were almost as thick as the beams of the house.

They were like a real couple, one chattering on about topics the woman had no interest in, while the other didn't have to pretend to admire her, only saying "hmm" from time to time and asking questions that sounded obvious but she couldn't understand at all.

then.

The husband would just laugh a few times and patiently explain it from the beginning.

The flame in the fireplace provided steady warmth to the room. At this moment, a girl wearing a nightgown embroidered with rabbits or stars should come out of the bedroom, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and complain to her father and mother that her brother had stolen her doll and stuffed smelly socks under her pillow.

This kind of warm environment is not just wishful thinking, it requires two souls to open their hearts.

Just like the poor don’t understand why those upper-class people would spend a lot of money just to have a glass of wine and talk about art. The gentlemen of the upper class also don’t understand why these people who can’t wash off the mud have such a barren spiritual world.

Roland was in a good mood.

Because he moved forward once more, once more gaining a deeper understanding of Fernandez de Vincenzo.

My captain...

He is not as fearless as he seems, nor does he care about anything.

“They are like a family.”

Droz watched his sister's smile, which was not disguised.

"Although, I don't like your friends."

"To be exact, it's my captain, Miss Fonseca." Roland did not choose whiskey (he would be scolded if he went home smelling of alcohol), but chose a cup of coffee made by Deloz himself, "My boss."

"You can call me Deloz."

The girl's beautiful eyes moved back and forth between Devinson and Roland.

"You're more of a captain than him."

She thought Fernandez de Vinson was exaggerating. He often appeared and disappeared suddenly like a ghost. Who else could her sister be smiling foolishly at the mirror late at night?

In this line of work, there are too many people who fall in love with their customers.

How many true legends of "marrying a noble" are there?

She didn't mind her sister doing this job, nor did she mind that she had to do this job herself. If two women who depend on each other want to survive in this absurd metropolis, they must pay some common hardships that everyone is paying.

She just thought that Giles Fonseca shouldn't waste her most precious feelings, and at the same time, she shouldn't only receive this one person.

But she understood a little now.

Fernandez de Vincenzo, a rude, ignorant and stupid man, provided his sister with a dream story.

“Is he a good man?”

"Who?"

"Your boss."

“I think he’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.”

“…Good people usually don’t have much money or much luck.”

"Obviously you have met too few people. My captain is the most special one among them, a good man who is rich, lucky and long-lived." Deloz smiled.

She lacks the charm common to those who work in the red-light district, and the purity and tenderness that attract those with special fetishes. She is more like a teacher than Bronte, and the flashes in her eyebrows are never temptations, but countless questions and answers.

"That reminds me of my answer, Mr. Collins. When I was at school, I was insulted by people saying things like this to me and my sister - that prostitutes were generally immoral, greedy, and worse than dock workers."

"At least the workers know that they have only one master during their employment."

Roland looked at her messy blonde hair, her slanted eyes, and her nose with some marks on it: "How did you fight back?"

"Hit back. I like that word."

Droz raised his chin slightly.

This reminded Roland of his little thief.

"I told them that my sister and I had lived a life that violated the teachings and commandments of the Benefactor and the Holy Cross since we were young, just like thousands of women in London. But I came to Queen's College, in response to the call of the Queen and all the knowledgeable gentlemen, to master knowledge, literacy, and arithmetic, wasn't it to escape that miserable, dark, painful and evil life?"

"If you ridicule me and try to stop me, it would be tantamount to not agreeing with the gentlemen's ideas and disobeying the Queen's orders."

"You shouldn't be fighting me, you should be joining other 'ladies' and going to Buckingham Palace, holding up a sign that says 'You are wrong'."

There are still similarities between Deloz and Rose.

The former has a deft mouth, while the latter has nimble fingers.

This was the most talkative girl Roland had ever met.

"…After that, they never dared to confront me openly again. A lady? How could there be a lady among the girls who could study at Queen's College? People are always like this. Once they gather in a group, they will subconsciously choose the one who is easiest to bully and become the common drowning pot for everyone."

Deloz curled his lips and said, "It definitely won't be me. They got the wrong person."

Roland couldn't help but applaud her softly.

This delicate little body contains strength and wisdom that most people do not have.

"But I guess no one will talk to you after this, right?"

Droz paused.

"…Indeed, Mr. Collins."

"But a wise man does not keep company with fools."

"I have the opportunity to go to the academy to learn valuable knowledge, so that people will not look at me like an animal. So that my sister will not be deceived by money and lies, so that I can know how the world works, what they do and why they do it."

"I don't want to be dragged by those people who are always chasing after perfume and long dresses that I can't afford, and participate in their so-called high-end parties that are actually just imitations of high society."

"That's no use to me."

Droz was as clear and bright as the lights on the Thames at night.

She is not dazzling enough, but if you get close to the mother river and wait until night, you will no longer be able to ignore her.

"I am not as good as you, Miss Delorze. My thirst for knowledge, the life force in my soul, the quickness of my mind that arranges words into blades in an instant - you are smarter than many people I have met, Miss Delorze."

Roland's words surprised Deloz.

She had heard a lot of compliments, from classmates, tutors, sisters, other aunts or their guests - but no one started with "I'm not as good as you".

This is too damaging to my dignity.

Especially for a gentleman, being inferior to a woman is undoubtedly equivalent to having used sheep intestines thrown in his face.

No matter how cowardly a person is, he would not explain to others that it was snot.

He should have thrown a punch.

“…Humility is the key to truth. Mr. Collins, you possess the same qualities that others find hard to find in their lifetime.”

Droz stared quietly at the unforgettable face.

Because it was love at first sight with the eyes, now it is time to appreciate it with the ears.

(End of this chapter)