The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 698: The Chettenham Gang

The members of the tea party are not very 'healthy'.

Therefore, everyone should understand each other's little quirks - even if they seem really strange and difficult for ordinary people to accept.

Yes.

This is how Roland explained it, to avoid being knocked down and bitten on the shoulder by an angry cake.

Probably halfway there.

Not knocked down.

"Why don't you help me."

After the satisfied Miss Crocodile left, the master began to blame the maid for not stepping forward to stop her.

to be frank.

What Halida was thinking about at the time was whether Mr. Collins would be angry if she treated him like this.

maybe…

Like Miss Rose?
Apart from fighting.

Besides.

What else they did between them, some of which Halida could not describe in detail.

For example, when they arrived at Shelley's house and Rose's separate small building, she pulled Roland to the bathroom and asked him to wait in the room - Harida didn't think that a lady and a gentleman would go to the bathroom to talk about music and literature.

And every human being has curiosity.

So she...

Follow your own heart.

Halida grew up in a circus and learned all kinds of skills from all kinds of people. After becoming a ritualist, she gained stronger control over her body - she could walk silently through the corridor like a cat...

Came to the bathroom door.

Crouch down.

From the crack under the door...

——She thought that if a servant passed by at this moment and found her peeping with her butt sticking out, she would probably never be able to be Mr. Collins' servant again.

But she did it anyway.

Then, a big secret was discovered.

She didn't know what the secret treasure was.

Anyway, the big secret exists.

Miss Rose and Mr Collins...

original…

She thought it was just an emotional thing.

"What are you thinking?"

The sudden sound in her ear startled her.

Noon the next day.

Roland and Halida were standing in front of a candy store not far from Chettenham. As Rose was 'unwell' and too lazy to get up, Roland was the only one taking Halida out.

"…Nothing, sir."

"Didn't you sleep well last night? I see you have a lot of things to wash today. Did Yam scold you?"

The maid pursed her lips and avoided her master's sight.

"…Nothing, sir."

She repeated it guiltily.

She woke up earlier than Roland, especially today.

When he went downstairs with the basin, intending to wash it secretly, he ran into Yam who was preparing breakfast.

"Let me do it, Halida. Once we have a house and you really start serving Roland, I won't help you anymore..."

then.

Eat breakfast.

Sit in front of the fireplace for half an hour.

She really could not forget the meaningful look that Yam gave her before she left - obviously, she had washed her clothes.

At least it was flipped.

"Sir, we should come at night."

Halida pinched her fingers and changed the subject: "Only at night..."

"We don't have to go in today."

Roland took her to a shop near the academy, walked around the tables and chairs, went to the alley, and waited against the wall.

Just twenty minutes.

Someone came out from behind the wall.

The boy in the gray woolen coat landed first. After looking around, he whispered behind the wall:
"faster!"

Then, one boy after another turned over.

One of them was the boy he had seen yesterday, making trouble behind Thomas Harvey's back.

The other person was probably also a small leader. He took the cigarette, put it in his pocket, let the other person light it for him, and then took a deep sip.

He is so skilled that it seems as if his smoking experience is older than his age.

“…How’s business?”

He held a cigarette between his legs and scratched his hair with his little finger: "Harvey said that you all will get a share of the profits, so it's best to treat this as a real business..."

Among the boys, some looked happy while others looked worried.

"Fifteen."

One of them said, "They are all new students."

Next, another one also reported a not small number.

The man holding the cigarette hummed, then raised his arm with his palm facing upward, like a landowner collecting rent from his farmers.

In this way, coins of different denominations were obtained.

After counting them one by one, he picked out a few of the smallest ones and gave them to the two boys with the best selling talent.

then.

Start educating another group of people who are lazy and unwilling to farm the land.

“…I heard that this thing is addictive.” Someone seemed unconvinced and retorted.

"Addiction? Wasn't your father addicted to lovers? Wasn't your mother addicted to lovers? Drinks, tobacco, croquet, prostitution, horse racing, poker, according to you, we don't do anything?"

The little leader was aggressive, with his hands on his hips tilted, looking three parts like a landowner, seven parts like his father with hernia, and the remaining ninety parts were all calling for a left hook with all his strength.

"Okay, do you really have to force me to do that? Just wait and see. When you want to buy it from us, the price won't be the same as it is now."

Those who participate in the sale can buy the 'pearls' at a lower price——

Of course, they don't care to call this thing a pearl.

It's the 'Golden Violin'.

This kind of 'stress-relieving' gadget circulated among students has become extremely popular recently.

The source is Thomas Harvey.

Or rather, John Ancher, who was enjoying his last happy days at the Anchers'.

It is said that some adults who are engaged in "art" have been asking around.

This thing not only makes people happy, but also allows them to see the Father of all things.

In short, as long as you use it, one of your body and soul will go to heaven.

Like a gold pound donated to the church.

"...I'll let Mr. Harvey make the contact. You're only responsible for the academy...The weekend salon can't go wrong, okay? By then, there will be many big shots coming, big shots bigger than your father."

The little leader sternly instructed the boys and then looked at the oldest one.

What they used was his father's property.

Roland noticed that these boys all had an unnatural blush on their faces, their necks were pale, their veins were bulging, and some of them were wearing "earmuffs" - this meant that something was about to be revealed.

"Tomorrow, you will go to the court with me."

Roland said softly.

"Yes, sir," Halida replied, and then asked, "But Miss Rose..."

For the Inquisition to intervene, a cult must cause major chaos.

Halida thought that one night was a bit too much time for Rose and she could help.

"No, you better stay with me."

Roland shook his head.

"Rose has a way to make a bigger noise. We have already discussed it."

you…

When was it discussed?

In the bathroom?
But Miss Rose couldn't speak at that time...

Halida hesitated to speak, realizing that she could no longer let Ms. Jones find out that she was "abnormal", and quickly forced herself to think about other things - such as the boys' earmuffs, clothes and leather shoes.

"There's something wrong with you today, Halida."

Roland crossed his arms and looked over with concern: "Maybe I should urge Randolph?"

Halida opened her mouth.

No.

only…

A little bit.

She tried to suppress the heat spreading from her wrists when she supported them, raised her chin slightly, and pointed it at the young boys who were talking about "good business" not far away.

Her expression was extremely cold and her tone was extremely contemptuous:
"I can't help but teach these scumbags a lesson for you."

(End of this chapter)