The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 920 Ch.919 Scholar Lady

Fonseca House.

It was several times more spectacular than anything Roland had seen before: a row of silent-axle carriages were parked along the road, and a few men who had just finished their business were chatting and laughing at the door with cigarettes in their mouths.

By the time Fernandez, in his church uniform, got off the bus, half the street was quiet.

"Every time at this moment, I feel proud to be an executive." Fernandez tilted his head and spoke to Roland in a low voice.

His chest was held high.

"They were just surprised that anyone would wear a windbreaker in the summer."

"…That's why I don't understand why you're so popular, Roland."

"Because I don't talk like that to other people."

"Do you want to be beaten?"

Two black crows with serious faces and straight backs came to Flower Street to look for cultists - maybe they have evidence, or maybe not, and it was just an inhumane "interrogation" - the men around them thought so, and when Roland and Fernandez whispered, they guessed their conversation.

"They were probably discussing how to torture people... These things shouldn't be in London..."

Ms. Giles Fonseca has no guests today.

Or rather, since she became Fernandez's lover, there have been no guests.

Like the first time we met, she was also wearing a tulle today, but she was wearing a house skirt that exposed her forearms, gold earrings, and her soft shoes were changed to champagne-colored ribbons.

"I haven't seen you for half a year, Mr. Collins. You are still as handsome as any man in this city."

The woman curtseyed, took the sticks from the two men, and replaced their hats.

"How does it compare to Fernandez?"

“I think there is no one better than a man a woman loves deeply—he comes into the house and locks the door… Who would knock on a door that is destined not to be opened?”

Roland felt that Fernandez was now like the 'idiot' he had described.

At least the smile is similar.

"I guess there will still be some foolish people who knock hard - are their teeth okay?"

Giles smiled with her beautiful eyes. She held the man's strong arm and let his beard caress her cheek. He kissed her forehead, nose and lips. After they separated, she looked at her lover's face carefully.

"I didn't know you were also a dentist on the side."

"Of course," Fernandez put his arm around Giles and walked towards the sofa, "The kind that only knows how to pull teeth."

Roland felt that he should get busy.

At least it shouldn't be here...

Why not take Fernandez's carriage at the door and drive around London a few times...

"Please take a seat, Mr. Collins. Deloz will be back soon. Recently, a group of generous gentlemen have joined forces to build a school and invited Deloz to go there... I think it is much better than Queen's College..."

Speaking of Deloz, we cannot help but mention the new college that has been built in the past six months: it was funded by Ms. Burns and a group of gentlemen who were concerned about the future of the country. It was a new college that won a reputation in less than half a month after it opened.

Charles Babbage was also invited to serve at the college.

"Burns?"

"Of course. Ms. Burns. Generous and kind. I have heard many stories from Deloz about Ms. Burns, how tenacious, strong-willed, far-sighted she is, and how she sympathizes with children who have talents but nowhere to display them..."

Miss Deloz is still as energetic as ever.

It can be seen that in the new school, without the harassing teachers and bad boys waiting at the school gate every day, the girl can display her talents and wisdom, and the joy can be seen from her face -

She wore a men's tartan hat and a plaid waistcoat, which was totally out of place for the House of Fonseca.

of course.

As soon as he saw Roland, he immediately returned to the "stupid look" that his sister had teased him with - he could no longer say anything. "I can't even explain the calculation of multiplying three-digit numbers. Do you want me to accompany those men who have more fat on their faces than on their buttocks to discuss with them the origin of red wine and the sweetness and sourness of grapes - I'm afraid they can't explain it clearly either?"

These words, which seemed a bit arrogant to Giles, were not said in front of Roland.
'Long time no see, Roland.'

'Are you hungry, Roland?'

'Perhaps we could go for a walk?'

'I love burnt bacon... the burnt the better.'

Burnt bacon.

You don't need to know three-digit math to eat burnt bacon, do you?

Giles sat in Fernandez's arms, talking to him while keeping her eyes fixed on Deloz. Whenever her sister's eyes met, she would use her eyes to tell her how stupid she was - as stupid as the girl who eloped with a man in the book.

But Droz didn't give her sister this opportunity.

She switched positions with Roland, with her back to Giles.

Very smart.

She happily told Roland how good her life was now: not only had she joined the Blue Stockings Society, had a new school, and became a true "disciple" of her mentor - she was also involved in the research of the "car computer" (although, as Roland expected, this invention had little to do with her).

"It's all thanks to Ms. Lovelace and the instructor. I... was only responsible for the calculations and review..."

The blonde suddenly remembered something and pulled out a smaller triangular leather glasses case from her cross-body calfskin bag: it had a thin round gold frame and was a gift from Ms. Lovelace, who made it herself.

She put them on for Roland to see and asked him if they were pretty—her purpose was not the glasses at all.

Giles rolled her eyes behind her back.

The same goes for Fernandez.

just now.

It was their turn to want to leave.

"I have seen these glasses more than two hundred times, Droz. And you have never once asked me whether they are beautiful or not."

Giles gently scratched the back of her sister's neck with her fingernail.

Deloz turned around and slapped his sister's dishonest hand: "In fact, I have only had this pair of glasses for two months - two months, sixty days. I come back three times a week, which means that you will only see it twenty-four times at most - including the three times you visited me, Giles, twenty-seven times."

Fernandez glanced at Giles silently.

'Your sister has always been like this?'

Giles gave a helpless look in return.

"So, let's talk about your great inventions? I saw a car machine at a friend's house the other day - how does it move?"

Roland's question really touched the sore spot for the girl with glasses.

She began to chatter.

What he said was completely incomprehensible to the three people present: including some completely new words that they had never heard of, some mechanical structures, arrays, programming, etc. - not only about the car computer, Mr. Babbage had many more ideas about this white ore with amazing energy after purification.

"…So we readjusted the parameters. My God, Roland, you have no idea how long it takes to make a handmade gear! Fortunately, with the sponsorship, my mentor and I don't have to really pick up the chisel and hammer to do the blacksmith's work - it used to be terrible. You know -"

"Droze."

Giles interrupted at the right moment.

She was a little unhappy.

No one wants to listen to her long speeches, especially when it's to the man they like.

If you can't be naturally graceful and gentle, at least...

Learn to shut up and listen.

(End of this chapter)