The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 932 Ch.931 Home
"When trouble struck, He walked on the water."

"The tsunami has stopped and the storm is still."

"In the darkness, the light of the dome is everlasting."

——Halida gently closed the Book of Eden, clasped her hands slightly, and pulled out a slender dagger from her sleeve.

Duo.

Silver light flashes.

The black-haired mouse nailed to the corner of the wall squeaked and struggled a few times, but soon became motionless.

Halida put down the book, bent over the corner and picked up the mouse's tail.

The rat has scarlet eyes.

He pulled out the dagger in disgust, opened the window, flicked the rat's tail, and threw it far away.

recently…

Are there too many rats?

Watching the morning light, Halida's thoughts were tangled: Miss Rose hadn't come to see her husband during the day for half a month - although they often met at night in the Fairy Ring. Miss Rose said that the old housekeeper at home had been keeping a close eye on her recently, and she couldn't escape no matter what she did...

Old Tom was as treacherous as his master.

Not only did he arrange a maid for Rose, but after they developed feelings for each other, he told Rose:
If they failed to keep an eye on their master and let her run outside and act crazy, they would have to leave the Shelleys' house the next day - you can believe that it would be difficult for a maid fired by the Shelleys to find a better job.

The girls who took care of Rose were all very young and had parents.

Once they lose their jobs, they will inevitably have to make a living in more humble places: such as red-light district.

So, when the old butler finished saying this, he no longer had to send people to keep an eye on his young lady, or to do it himself.

treacherous.

In the dream, Halida listened to Rose's complaints many times.

'Ms. Rose...'

Halida wanted to laugh when she recalled that extremely angry face.

She secretly pulled out a piece of cloth from her chest - a square piece of champagne-colored silk, squinted her eyes, put it to the tip of her nose and took a deep breath...

This smell always makes her feel at ease...

Click.

The sudden sound of the door opening downstairs startled the maid.

She hurriedly put the treasure back to its place, stood up, straightened her clothes in front of the mirror, and ran downstairs in a hurry.

layer.

Roland just took off his hat with a gloomy look on his face and parked his cane.

"gentlemen!"

"Oh, good day, Halida - I really don't like the West End. These rich people are not very respectable...someone even throws dead rats down from the upper floors!"

At least when pouring sewage, you know to pour it along the wall.

How could someone throw a dead mouse that high?

"My new hat!"

Halida: ...

Was it a rat stabbed to death by a dagger?
"…People in the West End aren't so well behaved, sir."

She squatted down, handed her master a pair of indoor slippers, and prepared to go to the bathroom to fetch water - she and Roland had mentioned many times that she should not be the only maid in the house: at least twenty-four, or more.

Otherwise, how can the owner live a comfortable life?

Roland was not happy.

'I don't want to wake up every day and see a bunch of unfamiliar faces.'

and so.

Master only wants to see my face?

Halida cursed herself for being shameless, but couldn't help thinking like this -

then.

Only three days passed.

Only then did Halida understand why nobles or wealthy people would employ twenty or thirty servants - sometimes even more than fifty.

There are too many places that need manpower.

Randolph also mentioned to Roland that those who could afford to buy land would hire servants.

Appears uneducated.

——Unless you never invite friends to your home. "I know you're protesting." Roland knew what she was muttering when he saw her look. Although outsiders thought that Roland's maid had a natural "winter" face: she was arrogant and condescending to everyone and everything, like an absolutely qualified noble housekeeper...

Roland, however, could discern the emotions from it.

"I'm going to hire a few recently... To be honest, I prefer male servants to female servants."

Roland was rubbing his hands with a towel, but before he could say the next word, Halida interrupted him uncharacteristically.

The voice was a little hurried.

"Male servant?! Sir! How can you hire a whole house of men!"

Roland was surprised: "In terms of strength, men are stronger than women - did Shandel tell you something?"

Halida pursed her lips and said nothing.

But his feet did not move.

He just stood there and stared at Roland.

"…Either Rose or Chandel," Roland rolled his eyes, "I really want to know what you discuss every night when you get together."

Halida took the towel and put it in the copper basin.

"Weren't you there?"

"But I can't hear you talking." Roland walked past the maid and went straight to his beloved big sofa.

A hungry tiger pouncing on its prey without any image.

Turn over.

He took a cigar from the tea table and held it between his lips while lying on his back.

You still have to hire a maid.

Halida looked at her master who was "swimming on her back" and decided silently in her heart: Although maids are talkative, they are easy to sew up. Men are much more troublesome... Moreover, she also considered that Cinder and Rose would often visit her home - perhaps the most frequent visitors, so it would be somewhat inconvenient to hire a male servant.

As for what is inconvenient...

That's the place.

"Kingsley and Dan Budge have rarely reached an agreement. They think it's a conspiracy of the ritualists - why would the ritualists kill wild cats everywhere?"

Roland murmured.

Halida slowly walked to the other end of the sofa, gently lifted up her master's head, lifted up the maid's uniform, placed it on her legs, and pressed it carefully with her hands.

A few minutes later.

He took the cigar out of Roland's mouth, cut it with a small silver ring, held it between his own lips and lit it, then put it back into Roland's mouth.

"You are not fit to be a detective."

Roland puffed up his cheeks and rolled his eyes upwards: "Are you going to call me stupid? Kingsley has said that many times today."

"I mean - you are far from having to worry about such lowly and despicable work."

Roland smiled.

"When I met you, Halida, do you remember what you looked like?" The young man lying on Halida's legs recalled the rabbit at that time - a trembling girl who looked like a rabbit that had been drenched in cold water.

Halida's silver eyes were blurred. She breathed in the scent that made people want to rub it repeatedly at such a close distance. The voice in her ears gradually faded away.

She couldn't hear what Roland said.

Or maybe I don't care anymore.

"…I was thinking, 'Gee, this girl is like a rabbit that's seen a shotgun' - her…"

Tick.

A drop of water fell on Roland's forehead, interrupting someone's memories.

Not too cold water droplets.

Halida wiped the corner of her mouth, and before Roland looked over, her hand had already reached the corner of her eye.

"…Halida?"

"These are tears of joy, sir." Halida rubbed her eyes, supported Roland's head, stood up, knelt on the carpet, and kissed the man's forehead: "... I won't recall the past, sir. What I desire most, what I will always desire, is the present... and the future."

Gold and silver look at each other.

Silver was the first to retreat.

"…Woof…I, I will go prepare lunch for you."

run away.

Roland sat up and smoothed his messy hair...

The ends of my hair are wet.

(End of this chapter)