The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 860 Ch.859 Cars and People

No one knows better than Yolanda whether a war is won or lost.

Roland could understand why the rulers of this land lied to the people, but he didn't understand why the lie had lasted so long - Yolanda told him a joke.

"The toad doesn't know it's a toad."

"what?"

"What if there is a possibility that even our monarch considers it a great victory?"

"How can this be——"

Yolanda looked at him silently.

Of course it's possible.

"Victory and defeat cannot be hidden." Roland thought for a moment and shook his head: "Didn't anyone tell it?"

"Who? You, or me? Or those officials who will be in 'big trouble' if they lose?" Yolanda teased in a London accent, but the expression on her face was not suitable for joking. "From the beginning, many things have been distorted..."

She took a sip of the wine and frowned slightly.

"Besides, who knows what that person looks like now..."

Roland was not good at these things to begin with, and Yolanda's suggestion was like putting a bored cat next to the messy ball of thread in his head.

Generals who didn't report the truth, dazzling official positions, a huge piece of land, arrogant "nobles" who always wanted the tobacco paste to be thicker and thicker, cruel rebels, "executives" who had not yet appeared, and citizens who sold their intestines for black bread...

If these interesting, thrilling and demanding conditions appeared in a storybook, it would be an adventure that would definitely be popular in the city.

Unfortunately, like the workers in the City of London, most people here are illiterate.

They can't read, and they can't resist being written about.

——Yolanda looked at Roland's gloomy face and thought, then suddenly she laughed.

She thought it was all so strange.

"I never thought that one day I would be saved by foreigners. They even traveled thousands of miles to my hometown to help me avenge myself and save this country..."

"What do you mean by rescue?" Rose squinted her eyes. "I never said that."

Roland said Rose was right, they were here for tourism.

"Although I don't like to classify anything as 'just' or 'unjust'...but Yolanda, you also listened to Halida reading a lot of newspapers when you were in London."

Roland said sincerely.

"At least the majority of people still don't support it."

This war should never have started.

In other words, the previous failed war also did not have the support of the majority - especially the Gray Party.

They did not want Victoria to be as impatient as the old guys in the secret party and to resort to such barbaric and inhumane practices before a negotiation was concluded. They believed that issues such as commerce, trade deficit and personnel safety could be resolved through gold pounds and "more civilized" means (such as more diverse trade).

Incidentally.

The person who received the most support in the newspapers at that time was a lady.

Roland couldn't remember the original text, but it was probably 'We should love everyone in the world as much as we love birds, hounds, and nature - just as we abolished slavery and vowed never to employ those poor colored people again.'

'It's really ridiculous.'

"I put humans and animals on the same level... We swore a bullshit oath! All-Father! Isn't this what every soldier of ours thinks in their hearts?"

'We hate barbarism and want to open up wisdom, but we also conquer them in the same way and force them to obey our orders - I really can't support the country to achieve its goals in such a shameless, despicable and almost coercive way.'

"When the day comes when the soldiers of the empire give up their pride for the sake of profit like merchants, I'm afraid I will start to despise them."

Once again by the way.

This article was written by Ms. Burns.

Rosalind Herbert Burns Field.

Her newspaper entries were praised by gentlemen and ladies of high society—for her morals and for the elegant and timely Latin phrases she quoted.

When they praise the article, they naturally ignore some "small" and "insignificant" flaws in it.

For example, the college that was about to start construction that she promoted between the lines.

There will never be a new college where the same dirty and stupid things as Queen's College happen.

The college was invested and established by her and several gentlemen.

"So, you are trying to prove to me that there are good people and kind people in your country?" Yolanda knew that Roland didn't mean that, but she just liked to talk back to him whenever she had the chance.

"I'm telling you," Roland leaned forward and pushed the plate of carrots away, "I'm telling you, Yolanda."

Deep golden eyes reveal...

Diced radish.

"I really like the taste of this, did he add sugar? Or something else..."

Crunch.

"Roland." Yolanda glared.

Rose was drunk and her face was red. She kept laughing with her head resting on her arms.

Sweet wine.

"Well, I mean..."

Crunch.

“No one cares about you.”

The man with puffed cheeks like a hamster had no seriousness in discussing this topic: "No one cares. Just do what you want, Yolanda. Why do you always get angry because of some people? Righteousness, unrighteousness, good, evil, you soak yourself in pus all day long, not for thirst, and not for learning to swim, it's too hard."

"…Where there is love there is hate, Roland."

"I don't think so," Roland shook his head. "Love is love, hate is hate... For example, I like this diced carrot. Even if I turn into a mouse at night, I will order another plate... Sir! Two more plates!"

Yolanda rolled her eyes.

"I have nothing to talk about with a man who spends his days thinking about turning into a mouse."

"If you don't ask where we can buy a carriage, we will become crabs tomorrow." Roland smiled and asked the waiter for diced carrots, and replied casually.

Riding a horse is not easy.

Anyway, after running all night, the people on horseback walked in strange ways, just like the girls making their debut on the red-light district in London.

"Well, miss, do you want a carriage?"

The waiter wearing a gray belt happened to hear the conversation between Yolanda and Roland - he wiped his hands on his wide belt over and over again, then hunched over the table and smiled flatteringly.

Yolanda leaned against him and made a sound in her throat.

"Well, it's not that easy to get a car. I happen to have one that I don't need. It's good and cheap, just right for a distinguished person like you..."

He couldn't fool Yolanda.

If a waitress can have a carriage, then she is the queen.

The man who was used to reading people's faces bent down even deeper and whispered, "You can ask for a good wheelwright in town..."

He raised his thumb and pointed it at his nose.

"That's a friendship in need."

Yolanda didn't respond.

Didn't look at him either.

"Oh, miss, it's the truth! It's the truth! If he wasn't crazy, I wouldn't bother to get beaten and scolded everywhere just to redeem him..."

Now that the conversation was over, Yolanda asked what crazy and redemption meant.

"It's still the cream and the tricks on my hands."

The waiter sucked his teeth and said, "That thing is so big that it has no edge. If you add a deck of cards..."

"I remember gambling was banned a long time ago."

The man laughed twice: "Look at what you said, we are not allowed to rub the tobacco paste. These adults are full of benevolence and morality, but where will the money come from without us?"

As he said this, he looked at the other women at the table. Perhaps he used his usual tricks and in the blink of an eye, his face turned sad, rubbing his eyes, and he cried:
"...My brother is crazy, what a pity! Not only did he beat his mother to death, he also sold his wife and daughter! Please be kind! Otherwise, he will grow maggots and rot, and keep wailing 'I can see your life span'... I really can't bear to see or hear it..."

He came closer, but Yolanda didn't buy it.

"and many more."

Roland: "What do you mean by 'lifespan'?"

(End of this chapter)