The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 816 Welcome Banquet

Chapter 816 Ch.815 Welcome Banquet

Yolanda always thought she was smart.

It wasn't until tonight that I realized that my head is indeed not big enough.

Awakening from a deep sleep, the man suddenly jumped out from the deck and rushed all the way into the long hall.

She seemed not to have completely come out of the dream.

Everything I saw was so unbelievable: Cinder, Lillian, Halida, Roland.

Four people she knew well in London appeared like phantoms in the long hall.

Halida placed her at the least crowded table.

Five full minutes.

Three hundred seconds.

She ignored the fish soup and the cutlets in front of her and stared blankly ahead.

Lillian Rose Vansittart was riding on a bench, slamming the cards in her hand onto the table from time to time, and accusing someone of disturbing her by playing cards too slowly;

Shandel sat at the uppermost seat, at the end, chatting with the captain with a smile on his face, holding the tuned six-stringed guitar in his arms;

Roland was there too.

He was holding a cigar, and squatting in front of a wooden box that looked like a chair with two sailors, banging on it, making high and low "bang bang" and "dong dong" sounds from time to time;

Halida...

Right next to her.

He stared at her anxiously, fearing that she would be frightened to death.

"I won't be scared to death."

"You've been in a daze for a long time."

"I just can't believe it..." Yolanda rubbed her face hard.

This somewhat childish action made Halida cover her lips and laugh: "Don't you believe it, sir? Or, don't you believe that you are not dreaming?"

Yolanda glared at her.

"You knew this a long time ago, Halida?"

"Not too early, miss."

"When was that?"

"After you board the ship."

Yolanda: ...

Roland Collins…!
This makes people grit their teeth.

"Eat something. You've slept a long time."

Halida pushed the steak forward and poured her a glass of light whiskey.

"Mr. said you miss your hometown and are afraid of it. Drink a few more glasses and everything around you will become lovely."

Yolanda curled her lips: "Does he still have the truth?"

Although Halida said she only learned about the plan after she boarded the ship - Yolanda didn't believe it.

This plan must have been in place long ago.

I kept it a secret from him.

Lillian, Cinder.

These two weren't much better.

Just as she was venting her anger on the steak, bits of tremolo were poured out of the guitar case.

Roland was holding the zither, and there were a few sailors riding on wooden boxes sitting next to him.

People in the long hall whistled and shouted one after another.

It was a song they were familiar with.

'Baby, we're heading west,'

'Go west this spring.'

'I really have to go, go,'

'Even though I couldn't bear to leave my Mary and my Anne.'

'Their mother and I also have a little secret.'

'I am the sea's butt, toes and planks,'

'Son of the storm, friend of the thunder, brother of the wave.'

The sailors clapped their hands and sang along loudly.

Some were so happy that they jumped up from their chairs, pulling someone and shaking their buttocks in the long hall.

He danced and drank from his beer mug, inviting more and more people to join him.

Yolanda saw Lillian raise her arms and clap her hands above her head, her face flushed with excitement.

Xiandel leaned against the wooden wall silently, holding his chin, with only one person in his eyes.

Yes.

Who could not watch him?

Yolanda clapped her hands a few times, feeling as if someone was watching her.

then.

Put your hands down silently.

Switch to tapping the floor lightly with your toes.

So many people could sing this song that Roland didn't even need to touch the strings at the end. He just listened to the sailors around him banging on wooden boxes and shouting out the lyrics that had long been out of tune with the sound of uniform applause.

'No rules! No manners and laws!'

'Give us beer, socks and goat's a**!'

The last word was shouted out loudly.

This shameless scene shocked Yolanda.

The song ends.

The sailors howled, clapping their palms until they bled, cheering for the man on the stage who was stroking his chest and leaning forward. "I knew that a guy like that would have some talent!"

"Excellent, sir! One more! One more!"

“Let’s dance!”

"Beer—bring the other barrel over here! Jeff! Jeff…quickly!"

The sailors invited Roland warmly and he readily agreed.

He picked up the guitar again, plucked a few times, and sang an even more obscene song that he had learned from somewhere.

"Thick door, thick door—"

Yolanda rubbed her forehead.

"But I didn't realize that he had this side."

Because it was so noisy around them, the two could only shout into each other's ears.

"It's always been like this, sir."

Yolanda glanced at the cheerful man on the stage, and for a moment she couldn't find words to describe him - there was no doubt that, according to her usual opinion, Roland was a person who was "not presentable".

But this seems obscene...

And it always gives her a sense of fantasy that is hard to let go.

He was so happy, and he was so persistent in infecting the people around him and making them happy too.

If this ship, the long hall below deck of this ship is a kingdom.

He is the monarch of this dream kingdom.

"I envy you."

Yolanda said softly.

Halida didn't hear clearly.

"What--?"

Yolanda shook her head.

This kind of people…

No wonder even the servants loved him.

"Has he chosen a hostess for you?"

Because of her skin color, Halida's face couldn't be seen to be red. She just lowered her head silently and took a few quick breaths: "...I, I, I haven't--"

Yolanda looked at her, wondering.

Just the hostess.

No mention of her.

"My lady! Halida, has Roland never thought about this?"

Halida quickly glanced at Cinder in the distance and shook her head, "No one is worthy of you, sir."

Yolanda: ...

Your husband is just a constable.

What's not worthy of - oh?

"Is he a noble?"

"No."

"Your parents are court officials?"

"He's the owner of the perfume shop."

Yolanda: ...

She couldn't understand.

"Well, I—"

Halfway through the sentence.

The song on the stage ended.

Yolanda heard her name called amid the applause.

"Let us pay tribute to Miss Yolanda, who has gone through many hardships and is about to return to her hometown! She is also our passenger on this voyage, a female warrior from a mysterious land!"

moment.

Yolanda's hair stood on end.

It’s really…

So shameful.

She wasn't used to being the center of attention.

Whenever.

"Ms. Yolanda! Have a drink please!"

"Have a drink! Have a drink! Have a drink!"

"Who took my dice?"

"This girl is so beautiful."

Halida picked up the beer glass with a smile, pushed it into her arms, then held her two hands one by one and taught her to hold them properly.

Then, he quietly stepped back and shouted quietly along with the crowd.