The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 709 Ch.708 Little Smartness (Additional)
Anyway, opening day.

Jaime Jones had a new appreciation for her child's charms—even though she had known them in Forkshire, even though she had expected them when Roland was a child...

But it's still conservative.

This Miss Droz Fonseca was obviously different from the previous three girls.

She was the type of person that Yam rarely came into contact with. From the conversation, it was clear that this girl was smart and used her brain in the right places.

Yam could only put on an awkward smile like the previous ones, and before leaving, he gave her a set of standard-grade perfume (she didn't make an appointment, so she couldn't buy any bottle today) -

For lunch, she finally invited Randolph Taylor.

and his family.

Then, she met Beatrice.

And the way Beatrice treated Roland.

She thinks she was too conservative in the past.

Second thought.

However, when the meal was over and she was seeing Taylor off, she rarely got angry.

'How can you seduce a crazy girl and make her spend a lot of money for you?'

'Yam.'

'We don't do that, Roland. I taught you not to do that when you were little, didn't I?'

'Yam.'

"Young or old, if her husband has died, that's one thing. But you can't use your skills on a child who is not in her right mind! I don't think she can tell whether she has wet her pants or not!"

"Yam..."

"Roland, that's really pitiful. If you are willing to invest some feelings, you can't cheat in it..."

'Yam, I didn't cheat her out of money.'

'Didn't Mr. Taylor say at the dinner table that his sister was in your debt?'

'indeed.'

"Then why—"

'It's just a debt that she hasn't paid yet, and she hasn't bought it for me yet.'

"What do you want her to buy for you? Your uncle and I are not without money, and you have a salary too."

'Buy a dragon.'

'...'

lengthy.

silence.

‘Wha, what? ’

'There should be two now. Dragons, Yam, the kind with wings, that can fly.'

'… can breathe fire?'

'Yes, there is thunder. Snoring, there is thunder when you sleep.'

'…I should have read you some useful story books when you were a kid.'

'Apologize to me.'

'…I'm sorry, Roland. I, I thought you—'

'Love me or love Hugh Collins.'

'Of course I love you, Roland.'

'Then, when the new house is built, you will live on my side.'

"Well, Roland, you, your uncle, don't need so much space."

'I can let the dragon sleep with him.'

………………

Roland felt that Yam wanted to be a dragon.

Had lunch.

We still need to be alert to deal with visitors in the afternoon.

Fernandez brought Giles to the shop before three o'clock. Not only did he ask him for two sets of standard-grade perfume without any hesitation, he also told Yam shamelessly that he had protected him in many missions and provided him with help in life.

They're all 'Roland trembles but I am mighty' stories.

Roland was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Giles did talk to Roland about Delorze and mentioned that she would help promote it in the circle - the "circle" that Giles Fonseca was talking about was not a circle where a few shillings or four or five pounds could make people pull ribbons rudely and shout "son of a bitch".

It's not 'son of a bitch', nor is it 'raising a bitch'.

The 'ladies' that Gilles Fonseca came into contact with were basically the same as the girls in the 'Fonseca' house, belonging to the circle of long-term rentals with a chance of converting from rentals to purchases.

These ladies are not much different from real ladies. Some smart ones even add knowledge such as genealogy and ancient languages ​​that only noble ladies need to learn to the compulsory courses, which makes people feel headache just by listening to them.

They know better how to package their bodies and fill their souls, are more aware of the traps hidden behind the romance of those seemingly suave young gentlemen who sing the praises of romance and ideals, and understand their own pursuits better - what they need and what they need to pay to get it.

To some extent, girls at this level take every date and every major choice more seriously than ladies in the general sense.

It's hard to see them make mistakes.

"That's a form of screening, too, Mr. Collins."

Giles's manners as a guest were more natural than Rose's.

She was so realistic that Yam, who had seen so many ladies today, couldn't tell the difference.

"You don't see them making mistakes because they run off with young guys who play the guitar and will never, ever appear in this circle again."

Giles stated the facts gently, yet a little coldly.

"Of course, if the gentleman playing the piano is you, I'm afraid half of the girls in the circle would choose to tie the sheets with their own hands, slide down from the window, and go anywhere with you, even to the ends of the earth."

Giles made a joke:

"For some people, choosing between a pig that allows them to live a comfortable life or an angel who lives in poverty is not something that requires much thought."

"Of course, it's not uncommon for girls to be opposed to the selection. Mr. Collins, after all, there are very few perfect things in this world, and the same goes for people. We should be grateful that fate has given us a favored face and a mind that can realize where to use it."

Roland complimented her on her intelligence but did not ask about Fernandez.

This is really rude.

"Droze and I are not the same, Mr. Collins," Giles hinted. "I hope the boy will not annoy you."

"In fact, she should be smarter than you think." Roland held his chin and stared at the wooden shelf outside the window with unfocused eyes. "When she came to visit me this morning, she brought me two Braille books."

"One book on philosophy and one book on science."

Brains indeed.

She and her sister seemed to have discovered Roland's "inconvenience" a long time ago. At the same time, because of Fernandez, they knew a little about some "special groups" who had the ability to see the world without eyes - they didn't mention it.

When Deloz met Roland at the academy, he did not mention it.

Giles seemed a little disappointed. "If she was really smart, she shouldn't have given you those two Braille books. Deloz always likes to show off her cleverness, especially in the 'unnoticed' aspect. Mr. Collins, I have to apologize to you for her impoliteness."

"To be honest, you don't need to."

Roland turned his head towards the small table next to the counter.

Two books with crude covers were stacked on the hemp rope and a thick, repeatedly folded paper bag.

"I've bought books that are just for the blind. To be honest, the selection is very small. You know, books like philosophy and new knowledge are never made into an extra edition for the blind."

"They believe that blind people have no need to learn any knowledge and will never use it."

To Giles's surprise, Roland nodded.

"Apparently, your clever sister collected and learned how to 'write' such words in just a few days, and then made two books by herself..."

“As a gift.”

(End of this chapter)