The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 916 Ch.915 All Growing Up
London's public fountains are mainly distributed in wealthy areas and emerging squares.

The main frame is mostly composed of cast iron structure.

The base is built with granite or Bertrand stone.

It is said that a giant fountain of the largest and most astonishing size in London is about to enter the drawing board stage, right in Trafalgar Square.

Roland stood by the fountain, holding his silver-covered cane.

The spring water is dripping.

Sprinkled on every child's felt hat: boys not even as tall as the wheels came roaring in, wearing small shirts and waistcoats, scooping up water with their hands and throwing it on their playmates, dodging the attacks of other "enemies" with a sly smile -

"Human males are indeed strange."

"No matter how old you are, you always love water and fountains..."
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I remember I blocked you.

"You should take a little longer to dry your shirt, honey."

Roland pursed his lips and reached forward to catch the scattered fountain.

A dove landed on his finger.

For safety reasons, I cannot describe in detail what happened yesterday - he was like a boy who decided to elope with his lover, and was led by her to escape in the dark night.

They should have been on the right path, the one that is meant to be walked on, the one that boys who have never run on always think is easy.

They eloped.

The girl had bad intentions.

She did not lead him where he should go, but to a narrower and deeper path.

'There is no other way.'

the boy yelled.

"No," the girl answered calmly, with a desolate and dry look in her eyes: "There is more."

she says.

Young boys and girls can only grow up after experiencing the intimidation of love and the threat of the barbaric world. The so-called "mistakes and failures are prerequisites for success" - it is unreasonable to apply this to the "accident" that happened yesterday.

In the dizzying darkness.

He was like the land that had been rammed again and again by farmers, and also like a lonely miner who explored the unexplored Black Mountains alone.

"The Inquisition is hell! The Chief Judge is a monster with black intestines!"

'my sweetheart…'

'You saw today...'

If his 'friend' had a nose, he would not have choked to death.

"Do you know what you look like now?"

"A child who was deceived by an adult - 'That's the new skin lotion I bought for your mother.'"
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I just think Enid...

Behind that dignified and elegant face, after she gently covered Roland's eyes.

It is a monster that has been released and needs to be fumigated: a wailing, yet blissfully miserable monster.
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Are all women so crazy?

A new model sofa was ruined yesterday.

"Do you remember that letter?"

Roland: ...

"'I want to eat your **'"
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Forget it.

"If you ask me, you should really go to more social gatherings with the Taylor boys. Once you experience all kinds of bedrooms, you'll know that this is no big deal..."
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But yesterday's kitchen...or...I find it hard to describe...

Roland couldn't help it.

“Ahaha!”

“I knew something big had happened!”

"Quick! Tell me the details!"

Roland: ...

It was a mistake to discuss it.

Roland rubbed the silver-covered handle of his staff, looked around the square, and walked towards the coachman leaning against the awning. Enid...'s punishment...

Or a reward?
…………

……

Randolph Taylor didn't have much of a "reaction" to Roland's sudden departure - he was that kind of person and often did this: when he had business, he would leave a message or send someone to tell Theresa at home, and then disappear for three or five months.

In his opinion, Roland should have gone on 'business trips' from time to time.

How many cultists can be caught in London?
"I have to warn you, brother."

The entrance of the villa.

The man who came hurriedly gave Roland a hug.

"It's not necessary between us, but I'm going to get angry if Betty doesn't have a gift. I heard you went to the East?"

"To be exact, it's the largest one in the East."

Of course there were gifts, but they were all common things: porcelain for Yam and old Collins was placed in the perfume shop, and the rest were several large boxes of silk brocade and tea - Betty was a little special, in addition to the cloth, there were also several oriental novels.

Bronte can be translated into Spanish.

(Not the Halida kind.)
"Mr. Collins, nice to see you again... Oh... Have you grown taller?"

After not seeing the old maid Theresa for half a year, there was no change - perhaps the work at the Taylor house was not busy, and the master was not as harsh and stingy as most masters. This lady, who was called a maid but was actually a housekeeper, had gained age over the years, but also had an elegance that could not be ignored.

"Maybe."

As he was speaking, a shaky head popped out from the crack in the door.

Beatrice Taylor blinked her big eyes, and the moment she saw Roland, she let out a sharp and thin cry from her throat!
Teresa was startled.

"Roland——!!"

She shook off Bronte's hand, rushed out in her indoor shoes, and ran into Roland's arms like an angry lamb.

Roland knelt on one knee, hugged her, and kissed her forehead gently.

"I come with the sea breeze, Betty. During the days when I drift on the waves, there is not a moment when I don't miss you - is it the same for you?"

The blue-violet eyes were watched by the amber eyes that were like the scorching sun.

Somehow.

The girl, who is usually generous, is a little shy today.

She lowered her head, and only a few people nearby could hear her mumbling.

"…I want to, too. Between the bed and…" After a moment's thought: "Bronte and my brother—"

Then Bronte, who came hurriedly, covered his mouth.

Randolph hid aside, enduring Teresa's glare, but the smile on his face never stopped - he was so proud.

"Let's not mention the specific location when we miss each other." He did not pick up the girl as usual, but just hooked her fingers with his fingers, and the two of them held hands.

—Just like Theresa said he had grown taller.

Roland also discovered that Beatrice had grown taller.

She is developing.

She's a grown-up girl now.

"Still growing? Not finished yet?"
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What's your business?

"Isn't it time for you to 'ask' me?"
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I never 'asked' you.

It’s still the familiar living room.

Familiar servant.

Bronte, Theresa, Betty, Randolph—and their daily habits of cakes and mild tea.

Roland gave the gifts for Betty and Bronte to Theresa, and also told the old maid that there was a set of oriental tools and two tapestries for her - although they were not for hanging, but... Yolanda gave them to him, so he had the final say on how to use them.

"You are much better than some people, Roland," Theresa laughed so hard that her eyes disappeared for the first time. The mosquito-like bite in her words was self-evident: "Some people go on so many business trips every year that they never bring back even half a box of cake..."

Roland wanted to say that he did not bring back a writer lover for him, but he felt that if he said it in this situation, he would be punched by Randolph.

(End of this chapter)