The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 927 Ch.926 Magnifying Glass Detective Agency
People who love animals are kind but also weak—at least in the eyes of "Beast Fang" and "Tree Mother".

They believe that all cycles in nature are the original choices of nature and Eve. Since humans belong to nature, they should not be condescending and arrogant like the creator and change their predetermined destiny.

Therefore, cat meat vendors receive no relief from the “maelstrom”.

Because this group of weak people, who had no easier life than the workers and did not earn more than them, had to walk nearly thirty miles a day, and the clients they served were mostly picky people - they especially disliked the old spinsters (nuns) of the Holy Cross, and the hostesses who were not rich but thought they were rich, who lived in low buildings along the street and led their servants to be picky all day long.

These two types of people make it almost unprofitable for them.

Prostitutes, merchants and laborers were their best customers.

They are willing to spend money on their pets and rarely haggle over a penny or two.

I have to say, it's quite surprising.

"You look as young as this coachman."

When Roland led the maid out of the carriage, the butcher immediately took off his hat and saluted - as if it was a refined etiquette at a cocktail party, and he even bowed slightly.

"Oh…"

He tilted his shoulder and looked at the young driver who was riding the frame and couldn't let go of the big machine.

"We are almost there, sir. My father is ill."

He then skillfully introduced the price to Roland, telling him how fresh his horse meat was, and that it was definitely from a young horse that had died accidentally - Roland didn't care about that.

Kingsley only has one dog. How much can a dog eat?
"One?"

The butcher thought for a moment and said, "I suggest you only buy two bags. Meat doesn't keep for long. It doesn't matter whether it's cooked or not. For a dog, no matter how big or small, there won't be enough left over from two bags..."

Before he pushed open the 'children's coffin', he whispered to him and Halida that the smell inside was not pleasant.

It can be said to be very polite.

Click.

First, pry open the silver metal buckle and push the wooden board to reveal the neatly stacked skewers of meat inside. Regarding the metal buckle, the young butcher said that he didn't want to be like his father, unable to push the cart steadily and let those stray little monsters take advantage of it... unless he was willing.

Roland chuckled: "You are an honest man."

"The only thing left is honesty," the butcher shrugged. "My uncle used to be a butcher, but later he lost his shop and spent all his time in the pub. My father was a car painter in his early years - you may not know, but if you smell car paint for a long time, you will be ruined..."

Roland did as he was told, asked for two bags, and asked Halida to pay.

"You 'raise' the wandering monsters in the city. I thought some people would be happy - according to their theory that 'the forest is more important than human life'..."

The young butcher knew who Roland was referring to as soon as he heard it.

A big whirlpool.

"There's a joke going around among us. Would you like to hear it?" He picked out a large piece of fresh horse meat for Roland and muttered, "A follower of the Great Whirlpool returned home at night."

"He found his mother collapsed by the fire, and a black pet dog was eating his mother's flesh."

"Oh my God!" he cried, "I fed you, gave you a warm room and shelter, gave you human love, and took care of you like a child - and now you eat my mother's flesh while she fainted?!"

The black dog remained silent and continued to gnaw on the arm of the unconscious old woman.

The followers of the Maelstrom became even more furious. "You are a monster who deserves to be drowned, burned, stabbed, smashed to death, strangled, and never rest in peace! How cruel and vicious do you want me to curse you with before you stop?!"

That’s all.

The butcher paused for a few seconds to allow Roland and Halida to digest the food.

then.

He sighed:
"His mother was in so much pain that she finally woke up and came back to life. She slapped the black dog away, stared angrily at her helpless son, and asked - why didn't you help me?"

My son cried so hard that he was out of breath.

"That's all natural selection, mother!"

Halida lowered her eyes.

The corners of his mouth raised upwards.

A very malicious 'joke' - not funny, but enough to show how this group of people view the "Maelstrom".

Hypocrite.

"We don't ask for 'help or no help,' sir. We feed ourselves and our families with our own hands and feet - oh, and these, of course."

Just saying.

Two furry little heads popped out from the corner.

The cat meat vendor reached into the car and walked around a few times, scooped out a handful of minced meat, and scattered it on the ground while making a "meowing" sound in his mouth.

"Isn't that good, sir?"

"great."

…………

...Kingsley's detective agency is located on the second floor of a jewelry store on Cross Street.

If Rose could see the big sign, she would definitely ask Roland how strong their friendship was—how strong could it be to make a person listen to a friend's advice and name his business and office...

magnifier.

That's right.

"Magnifying Glass Detective Agency" - the starting point of Mr. Detective's career in London.

The name is simply horrifying.

Halida was standing downstairs, carrying two bags of horse meat, and looking up, she saw huge characters: magnifying glass.

There is also an icon of a magnifying glass.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians and vehicles on the road, but Halida felt that the world was quiet for a moment.

Just when she saw the name.

"…gentlemen."

“Is it great?”

"…Great."

"A liar can't pee for a month."

Halida: ...

The remaining half of the praise was stuck in my throat.

Roland smiled and picked up his cane, going straight up the stairs: This was a low building like a hotel, somewhat similar to the one Mr. Edward Snow had stayed in before, but it was much higher grade than his place.

The door is open.

Mr. Diamond Face inside was sticking his butt out, rummaging through the cupboard for something.

"It's on fire! Quick! Quick-get out of here! Quick! It's on fire!!"

The detective, in a hurry, straightened his back and raised his head, just in time to bump into the corner of the cabinet door above that he had forgotten to close. His head ached, and his heel stepped on the messy pile of papers that he had forgotten to collect.

Bang.

Had a big fall.

Roland: Hahahahahahahahahaha!

Halida: ...

Kingsley: (ー`ー)
He was not surprised at all.

"That is certainly something you could do, Mr. Rowland Collins."

After not seeing each other for several months, Kingsley didn't seem to find any sense of "alienation" in Roland at all - he really wished he had this thing.

The two people talked across the door.

A Springer Spaniel, Toot-Toot, came running out on the planks, tail wagging.

The bucket is tilted upside down.

He looked at Roland, then at Halida, and then turned back to look at his master who was rubbing his head. After hesitating for a moment, he still went towards his master reluctantly: but his nose always sniffed in the direction of the paper bag in Halida's hand when he turned back.

Kingsley rubbed its head and rolled his eyes.

"Sir! Its legs!"

Halida whispered.

Yes.

This dog is somewhat 'deformed' - one of its front legs is long and the other is short, and the difference is extremely obvious.

It's even more hilarious when running.

Like a little cripple.

"What's it called? It can't be 'Scud'."

"I call it 'the clock'."

Kingsley said.

This time, it was Halida's turn to silently roll her eyes.

This person…

How can you be as mean as your husband?

(End of this chapter)