The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 858 Ch.857 Settlement
As our hooves pass through the sea of ​​corruption, songs of mourning fill the fields.

Roland believed that he had seen the darkest side of the world, but he never imagined that the true darkness had already crossed the ocean.

Since leaving the manor, I have been running day and night, and all the prosperity I saw at the port was like a rotating picture that suddenly flew back. Red sugar melons, lanterns, green buttons, hairpins, black soft boots with purple embroidery, and blue-patterned cloaks.

As he walked through dawn after dawn around Shandel, deep into this land known as "fertile", it was as if he had taken a dive into a rotten lake.

This country seems to have put all the most gorgeous and precious colors into its heart, and the leftovers are painted on the surface of its body. After piercing the thin skin and drilling into the flesh, all you can see and smell is a gray, pungent, soft substance that oozes pus after decay.

He did not see the silk, brocade, porcelain, or delicate string and pearl sounds that Yolanda had talked about. All he saw along the way were opium dens, opium dens, and opium dens.

Just like the factories that rise from the ground and never stop running in London, this place also emits captivating gray smoke like the front of a car every day.

When they rode through villages and counties, some in luxurious houses some in scanty clothes, few did not have a pipe hanging from their waists.

It may be the roughest one, with burrs hanging from the reverse side, but there are also ones inlaid with gold and jade, and carved with animal patterns.

The street was filled with a choking smell, and skeletons were holding their children, who were as tight to their bodies as fingernails. When Rose asked the price curiously, she quoted a number that was lower than a stone.

"It can buy two white steamed buns."

Yolanda converted it in her mind and told everyone.

Rose was very confused: "Selling the child just for two pieces of bread?"

The thief who had been on the streets since childhood did not understand the pricing rules of the local market: in the City of London, or other places she had been to, boys and girls would never be sold at such a low price - boys were more expensive, and those of appropriate age and able to work for a few months sold best.

Girls are second best.

Unless you have a delicate appearance, you can tell from childhood...

Probably looks like Roland.

There is no ceiling for that price.

If it were an organization like Noti's Golden Lantern, they might be able to offer a few pounds or even more than ten pounds.

She had no idea what she was seeing.

It’s sold too cheaply.

'Children are worthless.'

Yolanda said so.

Rose asked what kind of value.

Yolanda said none of them were worth anything.

Boys are worthless, and girls are worthless. If a beautiful girl with natural beauty...

Not worth the money either.

People are not worth much.

'Why? ’

Yolanda asked back: "After you master the skill of stealing, will you still go to a jewelry store to spend money to buy things?"

Rose sighed: "This is robbery. Don't you have any rules here?"

Yolanda sneered: "That's our rule, little girl."

Rose wanted to mock Yolanda's country for not being "civilized" at all, but when she thought of her own background and the cause of Anne Vansittart's death, many words got stuck in her throat, tightly blocking the way out of her voice.

Mrs. Christine was kind-hearted and threw away money as she walked, all of which were copper coins, silver dollars, or shillings she had exchanged.

She stuffed the money into the swaddling clothes in the women's arms, or threw it on their legs, waving her hands and showing a kind smile - and Rose took back the money she threw one by one from behind.

But this made the lady, who had just escaped death, feel upset for a long time.

Until once again.

Rose pulled the woman's hair and took out three silver dollars from her torn collar. Christine could no longer bear it.

"Poor little ones, Miss Vansittart."

"Do you think you're helping them?" Rose stared at her. She never imagined that a woman who could run such a large estate could be so naive: "You're only caring about your own conscience, right?" She pointed to Christine the men squatting in the shadows in groups of two or three at the end of the street.

"How much money do you think they can take away, great philanthropist?"

Christine blushed: "...That's better than nothing. These people...are so...immoral! How can they take this...money..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller. What she thought was an "excellent dancer" for years was nothing more than a chess piece that landed in the right horizontal and vertical lines at the right time. She dealt with merchants from the empire in the ports and manors, and all the yellow-skinned people she saw had, at the very least, a silver ring or gold earrings.

She was trapped in the manor and had never had the slightest curiosity about the country - their rules, their nobility, and the laws by which their society operated.

Christine would never admit that she was a 'naive' woman.

She left her hometown and went to a foreign country to build such an amazing career. She is definitely not a fool who can't even give alms.

Rose didn't want to argue with her and followed Yolanda off the horse.

The inn in this small town was relatively clean, but the people there were rather ignorant and kept staring at them.

"Four rooms."

Yolanda asked the waiter who came out to greet her to feed the horses and ordered another table of food.

They would stop in town for a night and buy a carriage tomorrow.

"Distinguished guests! Six of you!"

The waiter's voice almost scared Halida into barking like a dog.

Rose tugged at Yolanda's sleeve: "…Why do you have to shout?"

Yolanda patted Halida's back, scanned the neatly arranged tables and chairs in the hall, and chuckled: "A warm welcome, Rose. This is how we welcome people."

Rose felt uncomfortable no matter how she listened.

Not only was the shout scary, it also made everyone dining in the restaurant look over - it was so embarrassing.

"So, in order to respond to the enthusiasm, should we also shout out?" Roland and Cinder followed behind shoulder to shoulder and suddenly asked.

Yolanda hesitated.

The answer was of course no. But she knew Roland, so she had to come up with a 'reasonable' explanation to deal with this question - of course, if she knew Roland better, she would know that she should answer immediately.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Rose wanted to go over Shandel and cover Roland's mouth.

It's still too late.

"Distinguished guests! Six of you!" - Following the waiter's shout, Roland cleared his throat and then shouted in a broken voice: "Okay! Here we come!"

this time.

Yolanda truly felt how awkward it was to be 'stared at'.

Not only was it embarrassing, but those who were wearing black melon-shaped hats, wiping tea bowls and chatting were all amused by this shout.

"Oh, a foreigner who can speak human language."

"Where are you from, Master?"

"Sit here, right next to me."

They had no fear at all towards Westerners with different eyes and skin color. Instead, they started talking to them loudly with the curiosity of a soldier waiting for a medal.

then.

Roland greeted Rose all the way as she looked at him murderously, walked across the tables and chairs, spoke in a strange "human language", and happily talked about his origins, interacting with this group of idle gentlemen - Yolanda seemed like a foreigner who didn't understand human language and humanity.

“I’m from the other side of the sea.”

"There are more on the other side." The man on the other bench lifted his long collar, crossed his legs, and looked Roland up and down: "Yingyi?"

Yolanda frowned.

That's not a nice word.

(End of this chapter)