The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 945 Ch.944 The Detective's Discovery and Disappointment
As for the children, Kingsley had thought that he and Roland would be invited to lunch with them, during which Richard would ask them what they wanted while he cut the bread and suggest a few or a dozen suitable candidates.

Partially true.

He and Roland were indeed invited to dine.

But the kids didn't.

They just sat, stiffly on their stools, heads down, or chatting in low voices.

The only things on their table were broth, white bread, and two bowls of vegetables.

According to Richard, his limited budget prevented him from treating them to better food - they ate what the people in the workhouse normally ate.

The kitchen only prepared these ingredients.

Richard asked Roland and Kingsley if they minded, and after hearing no, he asked the chef to serve it quickly.

after that.

Kingsley stared at the bowl for a few seconds, his face grim.

The wooden bowl is very new.

There are at least dozens of children and hundreds of adults here.

It was common sense that cutlery that was used frequently would wear out - moreover, when Kingsley glanced at the children who were 'peeking at him', he could almost hear the hungry swallowing sounds of the cubs with his own eyes.

The roar of saliva.

"…We have many good children here. They are smart and kind-hearted. To be honest, if their life stories were not so miserable…of course, if they met a gentleman like you, their fate would be completely changed…"

Kingsley stirred the broth and listened to the meaningless buzzing of large flies beside him.

Roland had a very pleasant conversation with him.

"Of course! Sir! I promise! I can guarantee it with my reputation, my last name, and my oath to the Father of All Things! These children are all 'brand new' - take them back and they will definitely be obedient and well-behaved little servants who will always wait for your orders..."

"Or you can teach them something else..."

While this conversation, which had some obscene connotations, was going on, Kingsley's eyes swept over the restless faces: they did not show any curiosity, or 'pain'.

It is calm.

Boy or girl, big or small.

"I can definitely choose a few good ones for my friend who can't take care of himself and is worse than a disabled person."

Roland's voice reached his ears.

"I don't agree with this boring and stupid evaluation, Roland. And, rational—"

"Richard, sir! You can call me Old J."

"Mr. Richard, can we talk to the children for a moment?" Kingsley asked. "Alone."

Richard was a little embarrassed.

then.

Roland took out two coins and placed them on the table, pressing them with his fingers, bypassing the wooden bowl and plate until they reached their destination.

Richard had no difficulty.

"I just remembered that I still have two letters to reply to...Sir, I'll be back soon."

He stood up and bowed to Roland and Kingsley, then turned around and looked gloomily at every child who dared to look at him - until everyone lowered their heads, he was satisfied to find the gold-capped pocket watch through the watch chain, opened it and knocked, and left the restaurant in his creaking new leather shoes.

Dozens of people in the same space.

There was only the sound of light breathing.

"Don't be stupid, Kingsley." Roland stirred the porridge and dipped it in bread cubes.

He seems to have an appetite all the time.

Kingsley didn't move at all.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I thought? Like pull a gun from your waist, shoot a few rounds at the ceiling, yell 'It's time to fight back, ladies and gentlemen' - or something like that?"

Kingsley rolled his eyes at him, too lazy to bother with someone so mentally ill.

He stood up by pressing on the table, and the eyes of all the children around him moved as he instantly climbed higher.

crunch.

The wooden chair moved back.

The detective chose a boy who had been staring at him: he was tall and looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old.

"What do you know?"

When he reached the boy, a row of children instantly stood up.

"I can cook, sir!" the boy cried.

The girl next to him immediately interrupted: "He can't, sir! He's only washed tomatoes a few times!"

The boy glared at her.

The two children's words seemed to turn on a switch for everyone. Next, Kingsley felt like he was in the busiest market in the East End: shouts of "I will -" and "I too -" could be heard from all directions.

Roland stood up with a spoon in his hand and gave him a big smile when he came over.

'Damn. '

Kingsley was a little annoyed.

"They'll tell any lie to get out of the workhouse - I mean anything, Kingsley. Ask them if they can kill Victoria. I think you'll hear a lot of good news here... if you want to start a rebellion."

Roland was joking.

But there was indeed a child who continued his words:

"I can, sir! I can usually beat three boys!"

The thin girl with brown hair stood on tiptoe and shouted. In order to let Kingsley and Roland see her, she rudely pushed away the two girls who were blocking her way and pulled their hair.

"But my friend needs to be more than just someone who can fight. At night..."

Kingsley wanted to stop Roland from saying this, but he didn't expect that this sentence also received enthusiastic responses from almost all the children.

"I can! I'm really good at it!"

It was a boy who spoke.

"No one has a better tongue than me!"

A girl, about five or six years old, stood on a chair and shouted.

"Nonsense! The director was praising me!"

They are about to fight again.

In the hot-pot-like restaurant, Kingsley actually felt a little chill.

Roland still had that interested smile on his face, listening to everyone talking about "skills" and "experiences", nodding from time to time and asking for details from time to time.

The breath of these children, who should have been learning to weave, mend or clean, was worse than the farts of the cheapest and busiest prostitutes on the red-light district.

They and they reveal mercenary, cunning and viciousness.

There was an unbelievable and terrifying expression hidden in front of adults.

soon.

The noisy, tiptoeing and hand-raising "waves of arms" before him gradually blurred in Kingsley's eyes.

He seemed to see the fire of hell.

The never-ending hellfire described in the Book of Eden.

And the tormented souls struggling in the fires of hell.

Roland.

Is this what you want me to see?
Kingsley lowered his eyes.

"Ask them what they usually eat. We have amended the Poor Law, which includes provisions for two meals a day... I think Your Majesty will not watch them live like this."

Roland smiled and said, "That's why Victoria always keeps her eyes closed."

After a light sneer, Roland still respected Kingsley's wishes and asked about the daily lives of these children: He certainly knew what kind of life the people in the orphanage lived, but Kingsley insisted on hearing it with his own ears.

This is also a common problem among most nobles.

They don't believe in the 'morals of poor lying people'.

"eat…"

The children hesitated.

An answer that even Roland could not have expected.

“We’ve had big steaks!”

A girl said this in a slightly boastful tone.

Then, she was covered with her mouth by the other two and dragged into the crowd.

"steak?"

Kingsley was stunned.

(End of this chapter)