The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 706 Ch.705 Still Enid (Silver Plus)
Enid's arrival was not unexpected to Roland.

Choosing to meet James Jones under such circumstances was indeed consistent with Enid Julia's character.

Since she entered the room, Paul Collins had lost his "function" - he couldn't get a word in, and he didn't have the foresight to barge in at this time.

Roland leaned against the door and waved to Beatrice across the street.

The girl couldn't wait any longer.

She shook off Bronte's hand, rushed over tremblingly, and threw herself into Roland's arms.

"Wait a long time!"

"That's your brother's fault, Betty. I told him to come over."

"My brother is wrong."

Beatrice rubbed her nose and sniffed Roland's neck and chest a few times. She first greeted Halida, then turned her head and waved to her brother across the road, shouting, "Come here! Come here!"

Randolph looked helpless.

He really didn't want to get involved at this time.

Even a fool could see that Enid Jutia was not so 'dressed' and 'grand' because of Taylor.

Now, after meeting the presiding judge himself, he had some even more outrageous speculations...

Just a guess.

Speculations about Roland Collins's own lifestyle.

"I shouldn't have come here at this time, Roland."

The merchant who came with his servant spoke carefully. He hugged Roland and avoided the straight line so that no one in the house could see him.

"Good day, Halida."

The maid had no sense of presence today. She hoped she wouldn't speak too much, lest she get "sick" and embarrass her master.

So the conversation became much more concise.

"Good day, Mr. Taylor." After saying this, he just nodded slightly to Theresa and Bronte.

Randolph put his arm around Roland's shoulders and took him a few steps to the side: "...I shouldn't have come at this time. At least, wait until the gentleman has finished talking."

He whispered to Roland:
"Find a time. We'll wait outside the door."

Roland didn't care and pretended to turn around: "I can call Enid out to talk to you alone--"

Randolph pleaded, "Collins."

"I'll take him now-"

"Mr. Collins!"

"Call uncle."

"how dare you--"

Turn around.

"...Uncle Collins...Uncle, wait for me."

"How can you talk to your uncle like that?"

Someone gritted his teeth.

Inside the house, two ladies were having a 'joyful conversation'.

Ever since Roland was a child, Yam Jones knew that when this child grew up, he would never be a "peaceful" man - his face meant that there would be an endless supply of birds pecking at him in his life.

If an eggshell were to be tested with a bird's beak to see if it was solid, there would be only one answer.

But Yam didn't expect Roland to be so...

audacious in the extreme.

This is the head of the Inquisition.

After all, she is a person who has seen the world.

"I have to thank you for taking care of Roland, Ms. Jutia. He told me a lot about your help to him. If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid my Roland would have to suffer the pain and disaster that he shouldn't have to endure..."

James Jones spoke politely.

Enid was different.

"That's what I should do."

She looked James Jones in the eye and said frankly without evasion:

“That’s what women should do.”

Old Collins: ...

Yam: ...

Can't we just chat in circles like those upper-class people do?
This direct impact like a croquet ball also distracted Yam for a moment: she didn't expect the head of the Tribunal to be such a person - under normal circumstances, she would have said in a sarcastic way that she might not live a decent life...

Not now.

Nor dare.

"…Whether you are a woman or a man, I want to thank you for helping Roland. Ms. Judya, as his superior, you are enough…" Yam tried to save the situation.

"I'm not helping you 'as a boss'." Enid interrupted softly, the sound of gurgling rain echoing in her brown eyes.

As a woman, Yam Jones can tell the emotions in the other person's eyes.

She is telling me frankly:

Who made her ding-dong and flow day and night? Yam had a hard time resisting this "frankness" and used the opportunity of drinking tea to cover up his embarrassment.

"…his pleasure, Lady Jutia. It is his pleasure…"

"No, it's my pleasure."

Old Collins: ...

Yam: ...

The two wanted to go home.

At least old Collins felt that he shouldn't be here.

"I know my identity, Ms. Jones, Mr. Collins. I don't ask for more possibilities, I just hope you can accept the existence of one possibility. At the same time, don't blame Roland - I think you understand what I mean, right?"

Enid looked at the man talking to Taylor outside the door with a gentle look in her eyes.

"Perhaps I should keep my mouth shut about this kind of incestuous relationship that transcends age. But Roland is different. His past, present, and future... Compared to the blessing of the gods, he hopes to get the recognition of his family more."

James Jones's face darkened.

She gently put down the teacup and stared at the calm woman: "Excuse me, how old are you?"

That wasn't a problem, because she picked up the conversation immediately.

"I don't know your age, but you should know Roland. I can't be angry with you for various reasons, but, Ms. Judya, don't you feel ashamed at all?"

Old Collins opened his mouth, and the words of objection circled around his teeth and then returned to his stomach.

He had no reason to stop Yam Jones.

Compared to his relationship with Roland, James Jones had the right to speak like this - to anyone, about Roland.

"shame?"

"Of course, it's completely shameful. You are at least ten or fifteen years older than Roland. I don't know what you are thinking. Isn't this a kind of... a kind of..." Yam couldn't say anything more insulting, but he also hinted at the other party.

"My relationship with Roland is not as 'simple and light' as you think. Ms. Jones, I did not unilaterally declare my feelings for him, saying 'I can die for him' like in a story -"

"I can," Enid smiled, "but I think so can he."

This sentence completely infuriated Yam.

The woman raised her voice: "He will never endure any pain for this vile and shameless relationship! He can't and shouldn't!"

James Jones was furious.

"Please be kind! Can't you let him, a child who has not yet experienced the beauty of the world, have a real, happy and complete marriage?!"

The fire that ignited in his heart burned Yam Jones' throat, went up through his esophagus, and filled his entire brain.

She wanted to spit flames from her eyes and mouth, burning and questioning the "old woman" who seduced the child - but the next second, the fire was extinguished in the gurgling water with a "hiss".

For she heard Enid say:
"Of course, but certainly not with me."

James Jones couldn't believe it.

She originally thought that this woman wanted to use her power and status to "control" his Roland. Even if they didn't get married, she wanted to prevent Roland from getting married, having children, and having a normal relationship with a normal girl, and continuing his bloodline normally...

Always be a male concubine or lover who never sees the light of day.

She had thought so.

“So…” Yam stuttered, not knowing what to say next.

"So, I just came to see you, Ms. Yam Jones, and Mr. Pushou Collins. I came to see you and tell you who Roland loves and who loves Roland Collins deeply - I think you should be more prepared later except for me..."

Enid smiled and stood up from the tea table.

"Finally, welcome to London, Ms Jones."

After saying that, he turned and walked out the door.

Randolph, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up quickly amid Roland's ridicule.

Beatrice put her arms around Roland's waist, leaving only her little head exposed, and looked at him curiously without blinking.

"Are you happy?" Roland asked.

"Unpleasant."

"I told you to change the time."

"No matter what time it is, the result is the same." Enid shook her head. At her age, even if she waited for the Father of All Things to come, she would not be able to get the blessing of the other party's family.

"What a heroic act, Ms. Jutia," Roland flirted as if no one was around, "You look so beautiful today. I don't think anyone can surpass you..."

Someone tugged at his sleeve.

Bow down.

Beatrice was staring with big eyes.

"Well, Betty. When you grow up, maybe you can compete with the ladies..."

Enid glared at Roland, then looked past Halida and at the trembling Randolph.

Randolph…

Randolph felt that he had heard too many things today that he shouldn't have heard...

I shouldn't have gotten off the bus so early!

What good will it do to betray your brother, Beatrice?

(End of this chapter)