The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 906 Ch.905 Gifts and Hobbies

Yolanda knew the value of Roland's 'gift' - these manuscripts represented the possibility of catching up: although according to the words of the Evergreen Immortal, this land would 'disappear' from the world in a short time.

But ten years, thirty years, fifty years, a hundred years... later?

They can't hide forever.

These manuscripts, which cover all aspects from the simplest to the most complex, can even be called "teaching books", which can completely free them from being trapped in "trying" and "failure" and allow them to move forward directly according to the successful answers.

"Choose some loyal ones, Yolanda. Loyal and smart - although those two traits are hard to find in one person."

Yolanda held the manuscript in her hand and said nothing.

half an hour.

Put it away carefully.

"…I shouldn't say 'repay', but you've given so much for me."

"I've got what I wanted."

"story?"

"Stories, and a good friend without hatred or love - see you in a hundred years?"

"I probably won't live another hundred years, Roland."

Yolanda laughed, with regret and relief about fate in her eyes.

She does not have the qualifications of a warlock.

This farewell may be forever.

"I will help you arrange the route and the ship to and from London. It will be no problem to arrive at the port within three days - wait for me for half a day, I want to prepare gifts for you."

The treasures collected by the White Lotus Sect were not valuable in the eyes of this group of people, and Yolanda knew this.

She prepared a large stack of recipes for Roland and told him that this "book" that was so thick that it could kill people was just a small part of the oriental recipes. Because they didn't have more time to stay, Yolanda couldn't send people to other cities within half a day.

Just a corner.

Roland said it was enough for him to eat in different ways for several years.

Rose's gift was an emerald jade bracelet: Yolanda said it was the last thing her mother left her.

"Now I give it to you, Rose. May you always be healthy and happy, like the sun above our heads, always shining on the people you cherish..."

The gentle girl took Rose's hand and put the bracelet on her.

Shandel's was a sword.

Double-edged, beast-mouthed, inlaid with gold and jade.

"I heard from Roland that you like to collect items of historical value. This sword is the sword of the future monarch of this country... at least it will accompany him when he grows up. Miss Cinder, I give it to you. May you always..."

Yolanda paused and smiled: "What should I bless you with? According to Westerners?"

Shandel stroked the animal skin wrapped around the hilt of the sword, did not answer, and gently pulled Yolanda's hand and placed it against his forehead.

After a while.

Hold it and put it down.

"May your soul shine forever, Miss Yolanda. The Father's eyes will not look upon pagans and unbelievers, but I think that across the sea, your evil foreigner friend will always treasure this friendship in the depths of his heart - in his dreams at midnight, in the sound of the waves, in the gently rocking cabin..."

Yolanda recalled the days they spent together, the singing, playing cards, dancing, playing the piano, and the noise in the cabin...

Cry silently.

Without saying anything else, Shandel gently hugged the girl who was becoming increasingly thinner.

Halida's gift was some books.

——What exists in the West is also in the East. She is called a maid, she is called a servant; she is called a young lady, she is called a lady.

A variety of picture books and opera excerpts that are not presentable are mostly hidden in the hands of young men who rely on beautiful women and diligent and studious women - of course, unmarried girls are just "extras", which is not a common situation.

After all, few maids were willing to risk being sold as a commodity or beaten to death to find some "dirty fun" for their mistresses - but the ladies had quite a few of them.

Yolanda got all these different ones from somewhere, packed them up, and gave them to Halida as a parting gift.

I also reminded her to learn oriental characters and read them secretly when no one is around.

"…Ms. Yolanda?"

"I saw something bad in your eyes. If you were from my family, you would be in trouble sooner or later... However, Roland himself is... I guess I just added some trouble to him in the end."

Yolanda rubbed her red eyes, forced a smile, and stuffed the pile of books into the maid's arms.

"Don't tell him."

…………

……

Before leaving, Roland and the villagers held a funeral for Feng Yehua. A thin wooden coffin, a pit dug in the back forest, and a simple burial - but it was the place where the "Evergreen Immortal" grew.

May this girl, who suffered so much in her life, be protected by the dragon after her death.

Before she died, she left a flower for Roland, which she had picked before she fell ill. Now in Roland's hand, it had already drooped and withered, and there was no trace of the spirit it had a few days ago: what kind of gift could a girl with nothing but dirty diseases give to others?

Before nightfall they boarded the carriage.

Three days later.

Arrival at the port.

In addition to Yolanda, there was also a silly young boy: Roland knew him - Feng Yehua's older brother, the "stubborn boy" who always stood to the end on the training ground.

He is good at using two swords. It is said that he has been trained by Feng Rushong and is already an apprentice.

"My sister was still saying your name before she died, Luo..."

The boy frowned and said reluctantly:

“…Brother Luo.”

But surprisingly, he did not take out something like "This is my sister's legacy" from his arms and give it to Roland, or say something like "My sister asked me to tell you before she died..."

No.

He pulled out a fur book from his bosom.

The book is made of paper, and the cover was sewn on later with needle and thread.

The book, which was originally only a finger wide, had become much thicker after being turned over and was swollen. The boy held it tightly. Soon veins appeared on his neck and his face was as red as when he saw a pretty girl for the first time.

He handed the book to——

Ha...Lida...

Halida?!

“…My grandfather used to play with knives, and so did my father.”

He talked for a long time with grunting, his words were incoherent, and he didn't have the momentum of "beat me to death if you dare" that he had on the training ground. Halida straightened her back, folded her hands on her legs, and looked at him coldly.

The weird thing is.

This cold gaze not only did not make him feel ashamed, but it made him even more excited, as if he was a tiger seeing blood.

Yolanda turned her face to the side and began to rub her temple.

Rose looked odd.

Even Shandel lowered his head silently - to hide the joy in his eyes.

Halida's face was stern.

But my heart is about to break the drum skin.

Mr. Collins...Mr. Collins...

how…

Why don't you stop him...

Mr. Collins was watching with great interest.

I even want to eat bean yellow cake.

"Here, Halida."

In the end, it was Yolanda who spoke up and rescued her newly chosen guard - she really didn't want to bother with this embarrassing thing.

Even if you want to give a gift, you should give it when no one is around, right?

"Shanzi's father and grandfather are both good with knives. This book will be of great help to you. Roland, what are you laughing at?"

"Nonsense, I clearly held it back."

"You couldn't help it at all."

"I held it in."

"No."

"Really, look at my mouth."

"The corners of your mouth are turned up."

"When I was a baby, the corners of my mouth were this long."

The carriage jolted.

Yolanda seemed to be back on the boat rocking in the black waves.

Damn foreigners!
(End of this chapter)