The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 915 Ch.914 Familiar Daily Life

in the end.

Mr. Terrarium didn't get to eat lunch either.

For the first time, Yam broke the rules and took his tray to the living room to eat: the waiter Delson, old Collins, Yam, and...Halida.

As they ate, the four of them discussed how fresh the ingredients were, how superb the cooking techniques were, how sizzling and oily each bite was, and how much meaty aroma exploded in their mouths - Roland thought this was abuse.

Yam said angrily, "Abuse? Leaving without saying goodbye is abuse! Do you know how worried Ke Ke and I are about you?!"

Roland hesitated for a moment: "...Ke Ke?"

Old Collins looked a little unnatural. He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Ahem, Yam is worried about you, kid. You really messed up this time - we went to the court three times, and also went to the church and your friend Taylor's house..."

"A letter is like leaving without saying goodbye, understand?"

"You've been gone for half a year. How worried were we?"

Roland lowered his eyes.

"Yam, it's my fault..."

No matter how joking it was, when Roland apologized, Yam finally couldn't hold back his tears, threw down the spoon, and cried in old Collins' arms.

Old Collins silently embraced his lover and whispered comforting words.

"…Okay, okay. Honey. You know, we all love you. He loves you, and I love you too, right? You are as indispensable to us as the air…"

Roland: ...

Halida took the opportunity to stand up, and while getting the handkerchief, she pinched a piece of bacon for Roland and put it into Roland's mouth like fishing.

Yam: "You...wuwu...look...she is still...feeding him...!"

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Roland's original schedule was as follows:

Day 1: Going home.

Day 2 after landing: Visiting Enid, Fernandez and Droz.

Day 3: Taylor's house.

Day 4: Rose and Chandel.

Roland's actual schedule is as follows:

Day 1: At home.

Day 2: At home.

Day 3: Attempt to take a 'walk' to the Court of Inquisition fails.

Day 4: At home.

Day 5: At home.

The gentleman who was nailed to the "Fountain of Youth" all day had to temporarily take over as a salesperson and work with the young brother Delson to sell perfume all day under Yam's watchful eyes:
It has to be said that in just five days, the sales of "Fountain of Youth" seemed to have returned to the peak period when it first opened.

The streets were so clogged with carriages of ladies who had heard the news that Delson had to compile numbers in advance before opening each day and give them to the waiters who would wait at the door before dawn so that they could take the numbers back to their masters.

then.

Yam couldn't stand it.

"These fishy assholes with pus oozing out of every hole..."

When women swear, even men feel ashamed.

Especially for a lady like Yam who always appeared to be "gentle and elegant", old Collins rarely saw her say uncivilized words - the first time was when a woman wrote an obscene letter to Roland.

The second time is today.

A widow in her thirties, under the pretext of asking about perfume, forced Roland to smell her wrist.

"I cursed her to be poured into her vagina when she was having sex..."

Old Collins, with his arms slumped, hid in a corner and winked at Delson—Delson, the new clerk, the son of the founder of “Delson Golden Beer”…

Don’t get me wrong. These days, if you build a machine that can rip your scalp off, you can call yourself the founder.

The so-called "Delson Golden Beer" is just an acquaintance of Old Collins in the East District who likes to brew beer - he has his own business, so of course he wants to help his old friend.

Almost all of the beer at Fountain of Youth is ordered from Golden Beer.

He also hired his eldest son.

"... Sorry, brother, but I have to say, you are really beautiful." Taking advantage of the time when everyone left and no one came in, Delson neatly gathered the bottle caps, ribbons, and boxes scattered on the table and put them back in place skillfully.

"You could use 'handsome.'"

"I do want to, but look at the young girls who came today - they look like matchboxes, with sharp edges and corners, not even half as pretty as you... beautiful is more appropriate," Delson gently bumped Roland's shoulder and whispered an invitation: "Your parents love you very much, just like my father loves me... He also often scolds me, and gets drunk at night, silently telling my mother how good I am..."

"Why did you have to be drunk to tell me?" Roland wondered.

“Maybe you can see ghosts when you’re drunk?” Delson smiled and told Roland that he didn’t need to apologize. “I have no regrets, brother. My mother loved me and my father. She was a kind woman. My father also gave all his love to my mother and me. Compared to those weird stories in the newspapers, I don’t feel sad.”

He said.

"People like mother must have gone to heaven...right?"

"As someone who is closer to the Benefactor, I believe she will go."

Delson's expression relaxed: "...Thank you. My father brews really good beer. Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? If I can invite someone as outstanding and handsome as you, he will definitely think that I have made great progress..."

"You certainly deserve him to be proud of you."

In five days, the teasing and secret expressions of love (or explicit expressions) from the noble ladies and ladies (widows or not) completely annoyed Yam Jones.

She would rather not make such "dirty money" than let Roland fall into these "slippery" bottles...

By the way.

Roland always hears all kinds of interesting nicknames and detailed comments about other women or men from all kinds of ladies.

Women are more sensitive than men and love to review their experiences.

Gentlemen are a little rougher.

No details.

Usually only the 'characteristics' are mentioned, for example: The benefactor is above! She creaks like a broken chair!
or:
The way she smelled reminded me of my grandma.

In short, you can tell good from bad in just one sentence.

Ladies are a little more complicated.

Usually, after listening to the whole paragraph, it is difficult to figure out whether their impression of this gentleman or female friend is good or bad - the reason why I say so much is that when Roland left the perfume shop on the sixth day and went to the court to find Enid...

There was no light in the room.

The thick curtains were hung tightly and the oil lamp was covered over the head.

With just a light knock, he pushed the wooden door open with his knuckles.

The room was filled with a light scent of washing oil - Roland remembered that Rose had a small glass bottle.

It is said that a lot of "expensive materials" are added to the women's skin cream. Applying it on the body after washing will make the skin firm and elastic like a girl...

There are small words at the bottom of the bottle: May you encounter what a girl should encounter...

This turned out to be a blessing.

"…Enid?"

The dark room looked bright to Roland, until someone behind him covered his eyes with a black veil.

Water droplets wet Roland's shirt collar.

A wet voice greeted him.

"I have to punish you...my executive officer..."

Her throat was hoarse.

"Close your eyes..."

(End of this chapter)