The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 913 Ch.912 Return
It was already summer when Roland returned to London again.

After six months of ups and downs, stepping on this land again will naturally give people a feeling of...

Ok…

A feeling of complete unfamiliarity.

“…Am I in the right place?”

There were still horse-drawn carriages running on the road.

High puff, low puff, or even half puff.

only.

But it's not the horse that pulls the cart.

In front of the trailer was a huge, silver, rectangular machine emitting hot air.

They made horrible noises, and shook with a beeping and a booming sound.

On both sides, there is a huge wheel, and the tracks are dragged by gears of different sizes. As they shake and rotate, they also pull the carriage behind them.

The driver sat on the edge of the carriage and drove the huge machine the same way he drove the horses.

This is…

What the hell?
"…It seems that something extraordinary happened while we were away."

of course.

Such 'mechanical carriages' are rare.

Most of them are still pulled by 'real horses'.

"grown ups."

The captain from the East stepped forward silently and bowed: "Our mission is accomplished."

"Yolanda didn't tell me how to settle down - do you have a place to go?" Roland asked casually, but his eyes were fixed on the rumbling carriages on the road...

Amazing.

"Miss Lan said she would follow your arrangements."

"I?"

"Yes."

I can tell.

The captain was a little nervous.

He knew very well where those dozens of men had gone overnight - where else could they have gone?
It won't be hidden in his crotch.

"I have a friend who travels frequently on the sea. I see you are used to drifting around... I'll go back and ask him if he's willing to hire you. By the way, you don't mind working for foreigners, do you?"

The captain stroked the braid on the back of his head and grinned with a mouthful of black teeth: "Just give me the money."

"He's very rich, and he owes me several dragons...several."

"Roland."

"Rose?"

"I have to go back first." Rose, looking unhappy, pointed to the outer edge of the port, the widest road where dock workers came and went - a group of people gathered around to place bets, and two shirtless men were beating each other in the circle.

Go to the side too.

In another group of people.

Saw Old Tom's head.

Roland: ...

"Don't tell me I brought you out."

Rose was furious: "Old Tom has seen it! You idiot! How can I deceive him?"

"You said you were your sister."

While Rose was beating Roland, Old Tom nimbly squeezed through the crowd and led his butler to grab his young lady's wrist - and never let go of that grip again.

He looked at Rose with his old face, and without waiting for anyone to speak, tears began to flow.

“…Miss!! How could you – how could you –”

Like a crab.

As he spoke, he waved his other hand, either wiping tears or clenching his fist in front of Roland.

"How can you take a lady so far away! That's the sea! The sea! Once in danger, you will lose your life! This is the heir of the Shelley family! How dare you?!"

Roland lowered his head and said nothing. After nodding a few times, he turned to Xiandel behind him.

"How dare you trick Rose and I into going out to the ocean?!"

Shandel lowered his head with a smile, then silently turned to the other unlucky guy.

Halida: ...

Sometimes she was quite fond of Miss Cinder.

But sometimes, she is scary.

"The master has been ill for three months, Miss. If you really have a conscience, you should go back with me now, immediately..."

"What?! James is sick?!" Rose held the old housekeeper's arm with her backhand, her brows tightened again and again: "He is Yi - how could he be sick?! What disease? Is it serious?"

Old Tom smiled bitterly. "The ritualists are human beings too, miss." He waved to the waiting manservant in the distance, calling for a carriage - the kind with real horses.

"I know you have questions. Let's go back and talk about it first... These machines are not good things at all. They are noisy and bumpy. They are all from poor people who can't afford horses..."

As he spoke, he pulled Rose towards the carriage.

He didn't even glance at Roland.

I can tell.

Next time Roland thought of Shelley Manor, he would probably have to endure the cold stares of the servants...

long time.

"I, I'll go back first! Roland, shall we meet again tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

"We are not allowed to meet each other any day! When the master recovers from his illness, you will still have countless classes to attend, banquets, and business. In two or three months, it will be the autumn hunting season, and I will have to prepare for you in advance-"

The chattering old butler didn't even turn his head, but spoke to a man behind him in a slightly higher tone.

don't come.

Shandel took a half step forward, covered his lips and chuckled: "If I were you, I would run up and kiss Vansittart."

"And then he was beaten in the street by a ritualist of at least six rings?"

“Courage is not the highest expression of love, but it is the beginning of all laughter and tears.”

Roland didn't believe it.

He pulled the Saint Lady, who was some distance away from him, over and whispered in her ear in public: "Halida is my maid."

Instead of retreating, Shandel stepped forward and put his arm around the man's waist: "I can afford it."

"I'll tell her when I get home today not to talk to you anymore."

"If she can, it would be even better..." Xiandel kissed Roland's nose and floated away: "I'll wait for you in the Trial Court, my love - you won't be beaten too badly, right?"

Roland: ...

Yam Jones.

Puhu Collins.

should…

No way?
"People are gone."

Looking at the figure disappearing into the crowd, Roland spoke softly, "Tell me something, my Miss Halida."

"First, sir?"

"Xandel forced you to kill them?"

"…No."

"That group of people doesn't matter. But don't listen to any of her promises. You probably know what kind of person Shandel is... To be honest, I'm not worried about Rose, but I'm a little worried about you."

"gentlemen?"

Roland turned his head to look at the ignorant girl and grinned: "Are you afraid of her?"

Halida shook her head.

“…I respect her.”

"This is not the answer of a winged person. This is just the answer of a maid. Halida, you are the normal one in the tea party. Don't listen to anything she says... Am I being too serious?"

actually…

I'm not normal either, sir.

Halida looked quietly into Roland's brilliant eyes, her thoughts suddenly drifting to the hot and humid cabin.

Her cabin.

Shandel sat on the plank bed in her cabin.

On the raised finger hangs a Roland…

'Look, Halida, I told you we all have our little quirks - but I didn't expect yours to be... so... so special...'

The maid lowered her eyelashes to hide the clear spring flowing in her silver eyes.

She twisted her fingers and rubbed her toes, hidden in her cloth shoes, on the ground again and again.

forward…

One small step forward.

The salty smell of the sea was so strong that it covered up the scent of the gentleman.

It is difficult for her to describe to people who have not experienced this kind of happy time, which is fanatical in filth, wasted in fanaticism, and depressed after wasting...

Halida was just a little disappointed.

but…

Miss Cinder knows my 'secret'...

You also said you would help me, right?

"I'm fine, sir."

Halida smiled, her bright silver eyes like a toothy suction cup that kept shrinking and converging in the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)