The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 914 Ch.913 Brain Pot Plant
Priscilla Collins and James Jones continued to run their perfume shop as usual - a partnership with Taylor and the Great Sect.

In fact, there is no need to distinguish them so clearly.

For these two, there is not much difference between making a fortune a day and making double the fortune: how much can they eat and drink?

It’s not like those people who are particular about even a button and use toothpicks dipped in mint or strawberry powder.

This money is enough for them to eat and wear, and to go to the horse races and the theater on their days off to enjoy the life of rich people - they have long been considered "rich people", but they do not think of themselves as rich people, nor do they regard themselves as rich people.

This behavior has caused dissatisfaction among some of those who have come into contact with them.

James Jones had his concerns, but Paul Collins was not at all affected—Collins was not a poor name, and if he really wanted to hang out with those painted women all day discussing which cologne would cover the rotten onion smell under his armpits…

He would not have left Fork County.

as usual.

James Jones was making deliveries to the West End during his free time, while old Collins and several of the shop assistants were in the shop.

A rare guest arrived.

"God of mercy! Am I blind? It's Mr. Roland Collins! Distinguished guest! Quick! Delson, help the master in!"

Roland looked at his uncle's exaggerated expression, which was so exaggerated that even a stage actor would feel ashamed of himself, and silently took a half step back.

Revealed Halida.

"Hey! Isn't this Mr. Collins' maid? Come on! Dells! You lazy idiot! The master's servant has to come in too!"

Yin and Yang weirdness.

“…I left a letter.”

"Oh, yes, yes, of course. 'I left a letter' - if you leave a letter, the reader must accept it, as if the words on the paper have magic power, right?
I should really recommend you to His Majesty. Then, we only need to send a letter to India and write:
I want your country—

Why do we need to send soldiers in batches?"

As the old man spoke, he looked around, his eyes darting between the glass cabinets and expensive perfume bottles.

The young waiter named Delson silently moved away, revealing the black iron rod under the counter - probably used to lock the small door, as thick as three fingers, and left bruises all over his body when it hit him.

When he turned around and looked for Roland again, he almost laughed himself to death.

——In the middle of the 'hollow perfume tower' in the shop, a head quietly emerged.

Old Collins: "Little bastard! Come out here!"

Roland: "Promise not to hit me."

Old Collins: "What can I promise?! I warn you——"

Roland: "I don't accept warnings or threats from anyone."

Old Collins: "Then get the hell out of here!"

Roland: "You can beat me even if I'm here, why do you have to go out?"

Of course it's nonsense.

You are in that tower of expensive, limited edition perfumes, and once you break any bottle, it will be like a jingling gold pound...

The hollow tower of perfume that he and Delson had spent half the evening carefully stacking.

"get out!"

Roland: "I plan to stay here overnight."

Old Collins laughed angrily and pointed the iron rod at him.

crunch.

Just as the old man and the young were confronting each other, James Jones pushed the door open carrying a perfume box.

She looked around at Collins, whose face was flushed red, and Delson, who was trying not to laugh. She followed their gazes and turned pale. “Yes, you are the one who is the best!”

She staggered and was supported by Halida, and she almost fell.

The suitcase he was carrying slipped to the ground, and the mat inside was scattered all over the floor.

"Thank you! You, you——"

The head in the center of the Perfume Tower grinned:
"Good afternoon, Yam."

"You can actually come back?! Your uncle and I thought something happened to you outside, so we went to the court to ask you - you don't know how scary those black crows are! There are cold walls, dripping pipes, and fires that can't warm people everywhere -"

"And your um...really..."

The more she spoke, the more anxious she became, and she held her chest with one hand to calm herself down.

"What a shameless boss! Roland Collins!"

Roland silently bent his knees and slowly immersed his head in the pile of perfume.

Yam twitched his lips, glared at Halida, and asked old Collins what he was doing with the iron rod - only then did he realize why Roland hid in the hollow tower made of glass bottles.

A few years ago, she was already at a loss as to what to do with her living ancestor.

"You will stay here, Mr. Collins, until the Fountain of Youth closes."

She pulled Halida's wrist and went to the back of the perfume shop.

"Today's lunch is bacon, beef offal pie, and beer brewed by Delson's father - to celebrate the return of our 'master', there will be a butter-crusted ham, and there is still half a basket of red tangerines left yesterday..."

Roland licked his lips. He rushed to the shop as soon as he got off the boat without drinking a sip of water.

"you."

Yam glanced at the 'little brown tail' following behind him.

"If you dare to give him half a piece of bread, never come in again - you... you... should be able to cook soup, right?"

Halida nodded quickly.

"follow me."

The maid secretly glanced at her master's head - a head that kept winking at her.

'Save me.'

Halida: ...

He followed Yam's footsteps silently, turned a corner, and disappeared into the hall of the shop.

then.

The situation became a bit awkward.

——Old Collins put down the iron rod, and Delson, a young clerk, was peeling candy wrappers.

as well as.

New glass jar potted plant from Fountain of Youth: Roland Collins’ head.

A few shadows passed by the window.

Footsteps.

There were also pleasant conversations.

Old Collins said urgently: "Get down! If you scare my clients, you will sleep on the street for a year!"

Roland: ...

The head sank silently.

Disappeared above the Crystal Tower.

About twenty minutes.

After the two ladies and a middle-aged man left.

The head slowly rose from the tower entrance again.

Old Collins was no longer angry now.

There weren't many opportunities to play tricks on the little bastard like this - he finally got one today: it was noon now, and it looked like he had the whole afternoon left...

"Squat down."

"You can get up now."

"Go down!"

"stand up."

"Get down quickly!"

"Have you ever thought about this day?"
-
I didn't think of it at the time.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Roland: ...

After hiding for nearly forty minutes, Roland couldn't stand it anymore - most importantly, there was always the smell of meat wafting from the kitchen.

"uncle."

"What are you doing?"

"I love you as much as air is necessary to me."

Old Collins folded his hands and looked around: "Isn't there air everywhere? Do you mean that your love is everywhere?"

Roland defended himself: "The mission of the Inquisition is very dangerous. I was able to return to London because I was thinking of you and Yam..."

"is it?"

Old Collins raised half an eyebrow: "Are you hurt?"

Without waiting for Roland's answer, he shouted to the kitchen:
"My dear! Our master says he is hurt!"

The kitchen staff immediately responded:

"Where's the injury?"

Old Collins shrugged and shouted back, "He says it's cavities."

There was silence.

"Keep him standing till dinner!"

(End of this chapter)