The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 708: Thirty-pound Bow

Few people heard the word "Mom", and no one took it seriously.

Rose's dullness only earned her a few good-natured laughs and teasing, as well as the smile of James Jones.

I don't know what's going on.

She had a crush on this girl. Maybe it was because of the "Mom" she called her, or maybe it was because she stood there waiting for a long time with a blank look on her face. Anyway, she was much better than the woman who was about to die of old age.

"I don't remember having such a beautiful daughter. If I did, I'd probably be missing her all the time."

Yam quickly adapted to his status, apologized to the ladies with a smile, and invited Rose to sit down.

She did not refuse the gift the servant brought. Instead, she gently asked about Rose's identity and how long she had known Roland.

"He told me yesterday that a short-haired girl named Rose would come to visit today. I think it's you, isn't it?"

Yam was gentle, unlike himself just now. Not only did he not comment on Rose's "strange" hairstyle, he also did not ask questions that might embarrass her - such as where she went to school, what she studied, and what she knew.

'I can clean out your shop in the blink of an eye' - if you ask less and ask more carefully, you won't hear this answer.

"Roland said you had helped him, both in Falkland and in London. I still have his letter to me, and if you don't believe me, I'll find it and show it to you next time."

They seemed to have known each other for a long time. As Yam adjusted the tone and rhythm, Rose gradually adapted and started to make some sounds with her mouth dripping.

The two women talked about Roland.

——Since Rose's identity had not yet been officially revealed, few people disturbed their conversation.

Until the third lady came to visit.

Puxiu Collins gloated: If he were a woman, he would never be nice to Roland after today.

That's right, Shandel Kratov is here.

And it was obvious that he was following Rose on purpose.

She was wearing a dark blue dress with white lace supporting the front, and a wide-brimmed hat of the same color with a rose similar to the color of her hair stuck in it.

"From Basildon?"

"Not just today, Roland. I will be with you on all the important days of your future life."

Randolph had already dragged the unwilling Beatrice to the store next door to buy some candy.

He thought that if he stood with Roland for a few more minutes, he would be in big trouble from which he could not escape.

Theresa couldn't agree more.

The two of them exchanged some obscene love words at the door.

Roland said that it was okay to say sweet words, but you must never call Yam "Mom" again.

"It seems I missed a huge joke."

Shandel is different from Rose.

Many people could recognize her.

"The Father of All..."

First someone shouted in a low voice, pushed aside the salesperson, and ran to the door.

"Good day, Miss Kratov!"

"Good day. May you be in good health, believer of the Grace." Shandel replied gently.

"Yes, of course! The same to you! I still remember meeting the bishop a few years ago..."

Where there is one, there is a second.

Soon, people surrounded Xiandel.

Including Yam who was chatting with Rose at the round table.

Young and beautiful, with Roland in her eyes.

Recognizing the 'reminder' from last night, Yam Jones quickly matched the gray-haired girl with a certain name.

"Good day, Miss Cinderella Kratofer."

She went forward to greet him, but didn't notice the face behind her suddenly changed color.

Especially when they were chatting, someone who was almost blind couldn't help looking at them with a strange (provocative) look.

"…Yes, Ms. Jones. Roland and I are in the same team. We are colleagues, teammates, and the ropes that save each other in times of crisis."

Shandel declined the invitation to sit down, saying that he only wanted to talk for a few minutes to avoid taking up more of Yam's time.

"Roland and I are as close as family, ma'am. I wanted to find a better time to visit, but I was afraid to miss the day when Roland's career started..."

Yam couldn't stop smiling.

After exchanging a few words, she found that this girl was very polite and good at speaking.

The greeting is gentle and cordial, and makes people clearly feel the enthusiasm within the scope of politeness.

They talked about the court, the church, and those ordinary or extraordinary days.

Besides being surprised, Yam was also worried about Roland's safety.

At this time, Shandel mentioned Enid, their chief judge, saying that the great and selfless lady would take care of Roland and herself and would never let them be in danger.

"But a mother will never be at ease with her child..."

Yam sighed and asked casually, "Excuse me, Miss Kratov. Are the executors in the Inquisition more 'free' in terms of emotions?"

"There is no such thing, ma'am."

Shandel seemed to want to give an example to explain, and his two slender eyebrows pecked at the center of his brows.

"Like our..."

She hesitated several times.

"I don't like to talk about anyone behind their back, so ma'am, I can only tell you this: there is no such thing."

Yam understood.

"I know why you ask."

she says.

"Perhaps you have heard many rumors, but they are not true. Those conspiracies against the Inquisition are blasphemous," the gray-haired girl was indignant, with a hint of anger in her soft tone: "How could our Chief Inquisitor be with other boys..."

She paused, unable to continue saying such disgusting words.

"Ma'am, we don't have this saying, and we never indulge in emotions..." "You have to learn to distinguish. How can a woman have the energy to give the same love to seven or eight boys?"

It was clear that she was defending Enid Jutia and was eager to end the topic.

That pretty and well-behaved face was wrinkled with sorrow, and she was anxious to find excuses for her presiding judge.

This is a devout believer and a loyal executive.

The virtues inherited in her blood and the influence she received since childhood made her hesitate between lies and loyalty and suffer from conscience.

Yam didn't continue, and the two of them tacitly skipped this topic and talked about other things.

Rose passed by and called out Shandel's name in surprise.

"Miss Chandel Kratov!"

She was so surprised that she even stepped forward and grabbed Shandel's wrist: "Didn't you make an appointment with me to visit my home today?"

Shandel smiled faintly: "It's afternoon, Miss Rose."

Rose nodded: "Of course. If you agree, I will wait for you here. My father has long wanted to meet you and talk to you about the church..."

Upon seeing this, Yam hurriedly asked them to go and talk so as not to delay important matters.

Shandel was reluctant.

Especially her face which could easily lead to the misunderstanding of her age. After making this expression, Yam completely lost his resistance and kept inviting them to visit him. Next time, they should visit his real home.

Wait for people to leave.

Yam came to Roland's side with a tired face and watched the two carriages go away.

"You didn't tell me yesterday about your relationship with them."

Roland was surprised: "I said, we are friends."

For the sake of the people around him, Yam refrained from pinching his nose: "No friend would talk like this, Roland. Tell me, you and Ms. Jutia..."

Yam hesitated.

Roland also hesitated.

The mother and son were silent for a long time as the twins hesitated.

In the end, the topic could not be continued.

Yam knew that Roland was unlikely to lie to her, but that didn't mean she would discuss these...inappropriate details with her children.

Roland has grown up.

He grew up unexpectedly.

"You better pay attention."

"What should I pay attention to?"

"You know what I mean," Yam reached out and adjusted his collar. "Dirty, Roland, the filth of possession and love. You don't think I can't see the conflict between Rose and Kratov today, right?"

In this regard, James Jones is much more experienced than Roland Collins.

Just like men's innate desire to conquer.

"You haven't seen enough."

Yam sighed.

"But that Kratov is more suitable for you than Rose."

Roland was not surprised at what Yam said.

If Shandel wanted to, she had the ability to please anyone.

He was surprised by the next sentence.

"Although I don't like her hair. It's gray, the color of aging," Yam smiled, "nor do I like her lying mouth and the dagger that can be pulled out of her heart at any time."

She gently held Roland's hand and saw a hint of embarrassment on his face.

So, I was truly happy.

"You see, you haven't seen enough."

Although James Jones disliked Enid Judya even more, he didn't think that a woman with such temperament would really have an affair with "seven or eight boys" - plus she and Kratov were doing the same job...

Yam could understand what Shandel was hinting at.

But she still thought that Cinder Kratov was more suitable for Roland than the green-eyed curly-haired girl and the judge.

A certain degree of viciousness and shrewdness can help people survive better in this world.

"I'm not old enough to get married yet."

"Yeah, I guess I shouldn't give you old-fashioned opinions about your private life," Yam joked. "You're tired today, aren't you?"

In addition to her and old Collins, Roland also talked nonsense with those people today.

"I have to thank Mr. Taylor in particular. Both Pushu and I. We went to that street, Roland, the house is so beautiful... I can't believe that I will have the opportunity to live in a house like a palace in this life..."

Yam was a bit chattering. Although he had seen the place again and again and had been there many times, he couldn't help getting excited every time he talked about it.

Who doesn't want to live a better life?

Roland said gruffly, "You have a special thanks to your elegant and excellent Mr. Roland Collins."

Yam hit him and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, I want to thank you, Mr. Executive. I am afraid I will have to prepare breakfast and dinner for you for the rest of my life-Is Mr. Taylor still at the door?"

Roland nodded.

"Oh! Hurry up and invite them in! How could you let Mr. Taylor wait outside..." After saying that, he stared at Roland suspiciously: "Are you sure there are no other girls? You only told me three names yesterday, right? We also plan to invite Mr. Taylor to the restaurant at noon..."

Roland shrugged. "If you do, shoot me in the nose with a thirty-pound bow."

Just saying.

A blonde girl got off the carriage, holding two books wrapped in brown paper. When she saw Roland, she greeted him cheerfully:

"Good day, Mr. Collins," said Deloz, in a crisp voice, as cheerful as a bird. "I had hoped to come over this afternoon, as my sister had done."

Yam: ...

Where is my bow?

(End of this chapter)