The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 692: First time at the academy
Queen's College is just what its name suggests.

This college, which claims to "improve the level of female education", is actually like most church schools, training qualified maids and teachers for the society. The courses are mostly centered around "how to be a good lady" and "how to be a praised wife"——

Although the academy also offers subjects such as arithmetic, language, history, philosophy or the most emerging "science" - compared to these courses that cannot be eaten or worn, most parents who send their daughters to school would rather their children focus on studying other courses.

Sewing, etiquette, art.

Especially etiquette and art.

Because parents know very well that arithmetic and French cannot make them rich and save their children from the suffering of not finding murderers in life - but if they are proficient in etiquette, have a decent level of knowledge in the arts, and have a not-ugly face...

It is possible for them to jump on it and never have to go out again.

Evening is approaching.

In the academy, you can see girls in groups of three or four holding wooden basins filled with cold water and old clothes. These girls are homeless and live in the school, managed by nuns.

-By the way, the top administrators and tutors of this school are mostly men. They live in another building, at the other corner of the yard.

Three cultists who were ready to do something big climbed over the low wall in the backyard when the sunset was at its brightest.

"Why do I have to wear a skirt?"

The awkward leader suddenly discovered a problem.

He could have dressed in formal clothes and disguised himself as a teacher.

Rose: Um...

Halida: Um...

At this moment, the two women with very different personalities did the same thing: they avoided Roland's sight, turned their heads, and began to study the buildings of the academy.

"I'm already here."

"That's fair, Roland. When we get to Chettenham tomorrow, Halida and I will have to wear men's clothes - isn't that fair?"

Fair shit.

The three of them walked inward along the deserted path.

When the sun no longer provided brightness, tiny flames lit up in the small buildings in the distance.

Many people are walking in the square surrounded by teaching buildings.

Many servants came and went like night ghosts, only when the sun went down did they come out respectably to serve the high-priced tutors hired by the school. They were the same as the girls, except that their arms holding the wooden basins were thicker and their feet were wider.

Roland tried to brush up against a few girls.

The other party just looked at him curiously, and left a string of meaningless mutterings with his friends: "That ridiculous savage is actually doing the work of a blacksmith", "He is a weirdo", "Don't say that, I heard from others that he was very powerful when he was young..."

Their residence was similar to an apartment on a cross street. When the green double-barred wooden door was pushed open, one could still smell a damp, sour, fishy, ​​and rotten odor even from a distance.

“…bathing should also be included in the curriculum.”

Roland didn't think academy should be like this.

This low anthill was not much better than the poorhouse.

Even though it is covered with the appearance of "college", this habit of treating animals in its bones is still fully reflected in every inch of land in the college.

Rose's face flushed slightly, and she quietly rolled her eyes at Roland: "...That has nothing to do with taking a bath."

"what?"

"Whether you're in school or not, you have a million 'whys' - shouldn't we be looking for those infected people now?"

Rose obviously didn't want to discuss the topic of "blood" with Roland. Even after years of wandering the streets, the girl couldn't convince herself to talk about such "dirty" things with her beloved.

Roland was not in a hurry. She fanned herself with her skirt and bent her knees towards the cat lying on the steps not far away.

"Can't you just stand like a lady?"

"It's really hot, Rose. It's not winter now. I'm wondering if women are naturally more heat-resistant than men..." Roland said as he fanned himself. Even the maid next to him couldn't stand it and whispered to her master that she shouldn't be so 'inappropriate'.

“Just think of it as me practicing dancing.”

Looking at the 'young lady' fanning herself, and the maid being ordered by 'her' to hold the cat - Rose often felt that she was the smartest person at the tea party, and there was a reason for that.

"Meow?"

It must be said. In terms of animal favorability, Halida is even better than the lower-level "herd".

She produced a crumb from her skirt lining and quickly picked up the wild cat, whose fur color was as chaotic as the relationships between men and women in the circle.

The other party was obviously not interested in the bread in the maid's hand. He yawned like a mouse in her arms, leaned his little head back, and was satisfied only when he encountered an obstacle.

"Owner."

"I have never met anyone better than you in this regard."

Roland gently stroked the wild cat's back, using his fingers like a comb, sliding all the way down from front to back.

After a few strokes, the cat closed its eyes comfortably and started snoring.

Without waiting for Rose to speak, Roland suddenly grabbed the cat's tail and pulled it hard, then turned on his toes and hid behind Rose.

Then, with an innocent look on his face, he pointed at Rose with his index finger and said, "She did it."

"Meow--!!"

The wild cat's fur stood on end, revealing its sharp claws behind its cushions.

In just a moment, the female thief was hit by several punches - the wild cat beat her without giving her any explanation. She was swept back and forth like a storm, jumped from Halida's arms to the ground, and walked away, looking back every few steps and cursing.

These are all unheard of dirty words.

Rose: ...

Roland Collins.

You are going to die soon.

The girl turned around angrily.

But she found that someone was already dozens of feet away, holding up her skirt and taking small steps, jumping up and down like a duck moving in the opposite direction on the water.

"Why are we here anyway?"

The girl, who had given up on herself, had no place to vent her anger, so she turned her attention to the maid beside her.

Halida said timidly: "The adults from the Inquisition will come to check, Miss. We just..."

"Just here to have fun?" Rose frowned. "What's so fun about a place full of logic?"

Then why do you have to come along?
Halida rebelled a little in her heart - this was not the first time, and it would certainly not be the last.

In fact, there are many fun things to do in any new place.

But Rose didn't like being the one being played.

soon.

When Roland "compromised" and promised to steal some clothes from the girls' dormitory and hang them on the clothes hanger on the balcony of the male tutor's building, the girl immediately smiled and never mentioned being beaten by the cat again.

“Those teachers are rich, right?”

"I can't say for sure."

In fact.

Yes.

In order to employ these scholars, the Supreme Lady spent a lot of money and energy on lobbying.

——It’s hard to convince people with real ability to come to a place like this to teach little girls literacy and arithmetic.

The dormitory, which is like an ant nest, is also like a porous beehive.

When there are a lot of people, the smell becomes uncontrollably strong.

The entry of Roland, Rose, and Halida was simpler than expected - no one tried to talk to them or ask who they were: it was not yet break time, and the nuns in charge of the dormitory also had their own lives to live.

For example, trimming her hair and fur, or drinking some wine, then washing and rubbing the stubble or other purposes... In short, Halida felt like she had fallen into a bottomless crucible where feces was boiling.

It smells worse here than in a circus tent when it's open.

(End of this chapter)