The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 827 Ch.826 Discussion and Matching

The captain knows everything that the first mate doesn't know.

Not all of these black priests were easy to talk to - yes, the gentleman with a stunning appearance was Mr. Taylor's close friend, or perhaps a business partner, and maybe their families were well acquainted with each other in private and met every week.

He was easy to talk to and could listen to the sailors' complaints. He would sit cross-legged in a chair with a half-open shirt and modify the words on the cards. When he was in a good mood, he could even play a song for the lowly sea animals like shipworms.

He mingled with them and was brilliant at both telling dirty jokes and disparaging certain groups in London.

He does have the charm to blend into any group, and can even make a demanding and stingy person who has to store even his farts in half like him.

But in the end.

He is different from them.

When Bruce Pink met Randolph Taylor, the other party spoke to him sternly, which was unusual. He used a warning tone - a tone that little Taylor, the new owner of the Taylor family, rarely used.

Bruce Pink is cautious.

He had to save his stupid relative.

"gentlemen."

Like an eagle catching a hare, his hands tightly grasped the first mate's shoulders and pulled him away.

"I have to thank you on behalf of these bastards."

The captain did not reject Roland's "suggestion", and did not even mention the villa. He bowed and asked how else he could help him.

Apart from the waiter's stiff smile, the conversation went smoothly.

Soon.

The three villas located further away in the manor belonged to them completely - during the rental period.

In fact, Yolanda had the same doubts as the first mate.

Once these people, most of whom can't even save half a pound, experience this kind of life...

The manor does not only provide accommodation and food.

Here they can get music, women, gambling, croquet, shooting, painting, and even some new entertainments that only exist locally.

Most of these entertainments are free for guests in the villa area (a small number of paid items will be included in the rental fee).

According to Yolanda.

It is difficult for a dog that has run wild and a wolf that has seen blood to settle down again.

"Like your group of 'rebels'?"

Roland replied with a smile, choking her so much that she was speechless for a long time.

In this matter, Cinder understood Roland better than Rose did.

The gray-haired girl cleared up Yolanda's confusion.

"He has already told you."

Shandel folded up the parasol and handed it to Halida.

"It has nothing to do with him - no matter whether these sailors degenerate or strive forward, despair or yearn after seeing the 'true face of life'."

Some of them would have lost all their savings in the manor casino a few nights before they could wait for a month or two.

That might be the money he had saved from eight years of risking his life at sea.

Originally, he should have opened a shop selling bread or handmade pastries in a small town and married a wife who was neither good nor bad, chubby, and had a sweet voice.

This is his future.

A future that was lost in just a few nights.

—If this generosity was proposed by Chandel, then, so far, this was her motive.

Roland is different.

"Maybe there are different people among them."

The girl held up her delicately bunted hair with her palms facing upwards, and the tone became a little lighter because of her mood: the harmony and resonance of souls made this scarred believer whistle that was imperceptible to mortals.

This was a manifestation of her immense joy.

Only I understand.

Shandel raised his index finger and moved the gray gem hanging by his ear.

"What else can a sailor who has seen the world do?" He also wanted to live a life like this.

The days when even the toothpicks smell of mint.

How to do?
He will use legal and illegal means, and try every possible way to pick out gold and silver from the teeth of every person who passes by him.

He must succeed, not the spiritual, soul, or intangible success and honor that writers and philosophers claim.

He wants worldly success.

The more worldly, the better.

"A life of ups and downs, but ultimately it ends in silence. No matter what the ending is - there's a good chance it'll be a good story, right?"

Yolanda didn't understand.

"Lamb."

Shandel gently held her hand, circled it and squeezed it a few times, with a face full of the kindness of a preacher: "May there always be meat and bread on your plate, and wine in your cup."

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Roland booked three villas. Logically, everyone should be able to enjoy attentive service around the clock - hot breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even midnight snacks were just the least of the benefits.

But Roland insisted on eating in the hall.

The sailors were a little timid.

Although they were still persuaded by Bruce Pink, they followed in groups.

——Their mentality is a bit like that of adulterers. They know very well where they shouldn’t be, and they are also forced.

"…We should get some bread to eat in the house."

After a few months of this, they no longer had any false respect for Roland. Sometimes it was better not to know the answer.

Roland was puzzled.

"It's all about spending money, why hide in the house to eat?"

The sailor scratched his head, looked around, and said in a low voice with a serious expression:
"…We can't show up on a silver platter."

After listening to this, Roland thought about it and said seriously: "I knew that the silver mirror would make the monsters appear."

sailor:……

They came in a swarm - this description is absolutely correct. When the captain led these sailors, who were as well-behaved as children who had just been beaten, into the main hall of the manor, the bright champagne-colored place instantly rang with a buzz of discussion.

The other guests put aside their verbal business or roundabout humor, and stared at them like blunt arrowheads.

The person in charge of the restaurant area almost burst into tears.

"Thank you! Who allowed these stinky creatures to live here?"

He caught a smart question, then helplessly rang the bell on the walnut counter, inhaled it like drinking hot soup, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"welcome!"

he said loudly.

"What can I do for you guys?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Obviously the boat is about to sail, isn't it? Otherwise what else would we do in the restaurant?"

This made the person in charge feel relieved.

A familiar irony from home.

His smile became more genuine, and he clasped his hands together: "Well, then you have chosen the right restaurant. Miss, sir, and all the strong men."

He said please, turned and led them to the most remote and largest table in the restaurant.

During the conversation, he asked about their purpose of coming and how long they would stay, and recommended a few local soups suitable for the girl. Roland asked about the manor, its owner, and how he could find a buyer for Rose's goods.

The man was stunned for a moment: "Oh, you don't have to worry about it yourself! Leave it to me! Just leave it to me!"

As he said this, he took a small step forward.

“…Is it the ointment?”

he asks.

(End of this chapter)