The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 826 Ch825 Check-in

Chapter 826 Ch.825 Check-in
At the other end of the port village is a luxurious manor specially built to accommodate these visitors from the sea - those who live there are either rich or noble, at least for the locals.

There is hot water 24/7, waitress service (cheaper for locals), food and most drinks you can imagine.

Simultaneously.

In the five or six restaurants of different sizes, with different food services and entry requirements inside the manor, these gentlemen, who have been bored for half a year, can hear beautiful music at almost every meal.

That's right.

The estate also hired two additional bands to entertain guests.

After Roland asked about the price of that night and the tiered floating prices, he thought for a moment and gave a jaw-dropping answer:

"Give us twenty rooms... No, just give us two villas."

The smile on the waiter's face stiffened a little at this.

He looked at Roland, Cinder and Rose quietly with a look that would not attract much attention, and then looked past them and at the long queue outside the door: the captain, the first mate, and the sailors who had been sick for several months.

After doing all this, the smile became even more stiff.

"…Feel sorry?"

He tilted his face so that his ear could be directed toward the source of the sound.

"I say, let's have two villas. I see there are many villas in the manor. They can't all be full."

No.

It’s not a question of fullness, and it has nothing to do with status.

He just had never met such a 'master' before - it should be mentioned that sailors generally do not stay on land for a long time without special circumstances.

One is the expense, which the people who employ them obviously won't spend a penny on.

The second is for safety.

These people have bad tempers, and once they get into trouble, the captain and the employer will be the ones who suffer.

Talk about it.

Most of those engaged in sea trade would usually spend money to hold a banquet on the night of arrival, so as to completely release these prisoners who had been in the mobile prison for months, lacking food and water, and were swollen and hard - and then, they would coordinate the time with the captain (usually decided before sailing).

Half a day, if you are more tolerant, it will be extended as appropriate.

These sailors can use their wages to do things that comply with local laws:
For example, buying some souvenirs to take back home for his wife with missing teeth and little food, or his old mother who has not died yet at the age when she should die - for example, spending money on women (sometimes on men).

But whatever they did, they had to be back on the boat by the scheduled time.

Only when the merchants finish their work can they step onto land again and move the goods into the warehouse one by one. During this period, if they are quick, they will have half a day to move freely.

At last.

Return.

There would be no businessman who would not be busy doing business when he arrived at the local area, but instead spend a lot of money to rent luxurious houses to these shipworm-like sailors.

That's not stupidity, that's what it is.

This is what surprised the waiter.

"Sir, the rent for each of our villas is not cheap."

He was concerned about the visitor's reputation, thinking that he was probably a rich young man who had never seen the world. He was afraid that if he talked about numbers loudly in public, not only would the other party be unhappy, but he might even get slapped in the face. The experienced waiter deliberately turned sideways, turned his back to the lady, and whispered a few numbers to Roland.

The rental price of this manor house is almost catching up with the upper-middle-class luxury homes in West London.

No wonder it was built not far from the port.

"This money is enough for two months' rent?"

Roland blinked.

The waiter nodded: "Yes, sir. This money is only enough for two months of rent. If you are willing to spend a little bit of your precious time and listen to my advice - I think you can rent a house for yourself and your female companion, and the rest of you..."

Roland thought he was right: "The rest of the people have rented two buildings. So, we need three."

waiter:……

You are really rich.

He didn't understand one thing: at this moment, no matter if one had a bad heart or still had some remnants of conscience... anyone who could engage in maritime trade was not a simple person.

Every penny in their pockets is stained with the blood of others or their own—

Therefore, these businessmen are also more "stingy" with money than those big shots in the City of London whose titles are longer than donkeys.

They had no land, only one, two, or a few boats.

They are more stingy and will never waste money on such things.

Roland was different. He either cheated his way into making money, or earned it through Miss Nina's "clever method" and Randolph Taylor's good brain.

There was no actual feeling of hardship at all.

Rose is even worse.

She inherited it.

As for Shandel——

All I can say is that the followers of Holy Cross are a lovely and pious group of people.

"We want three, maybe four. Count the number of people, and then give me a price - I have a royal accountant."

Roland made way and revealed Rose, whose earlobes were red.

The Snitch, who had never been afraid of a show, raised his chin and said, "Not even a penny more."

The waiter was helpless: "Miss, if you want a manor within a manor, I can recommend a good one - a few specially reserved, quiet areas where you won't be disturbed... but they're not cheap."

Rose shook her head. “We want a lively area that won’t be disturbed.”

waiter:……

"Nothing like that, miss."

"That's your problem. Who is responsible for the management of this manor? What are you going to do? Keep recommending us expensive and clean ones - yes, I can bear it. Do you see the gray-haired woman behind me? She will ooze pus all over her body if she doesn't see a strange man for a day."

"At least we should be deducted for the medical expenses."

Rose was making a fuss while mocking Cinder.

Seeing this, the first mate took a few steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Roland.

"…gentlemen."

He said.

"The sailors are not used to living in such a nice place."

Roland smiled and said, "The carriage in London taught me a lesson - it is difficult for people to adapt to bad things, but it is too easy to adapt to good things."

The first mate frowned.

He didn't want to enjoy these sea smashes too much.

"I may not like what I say. Sir, Mr. Collins, these people are a group of people... If this voyage ends, how will they face returning to the life of the wind and waves? Have you ever thought about this?"

Unlike the captain, the first mate was not aware of Roland Collins' identity. He did not think that there was anything noteworthy about this "gentleman" who "worked hard and got along well with the sailors" and modified the "poker game" on the ship.

Points that deserve attention and need to be handled with caution.

and so.

His speech was less respectful and more accusatory and questioning.

Questions should not usually be asked between people of unequal status, especially from the bottom up.

Although his starting point was good.

Let the maggots enjoy themselves for two months...

Ha, wait and see.

At least half of the people who got on board wanted to slack off, accusing them of not providing equal or even inferior treatment.

The starting point is good.

Unfortunately, some ships should never have set sail.

"Yes, I have thought about it."

Roland turned his two dazzling wheels and looked at the first mate. He felt a burning sensation for no reason.