The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 951 Paradise
If Francis Whittle was the new consultant to the Inspectorate, it would be a bit…

"Alerting the enemy?"
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Correct, Spanner. You have some creativity.

“What the hell is creativity? I didn’t make up that word.”

not to mention.

Dr. John, who has a 'consultant' brother, would never cooperate with their almost interrogation behavior.

At least on the surface, the people of the Inspectorate are not afraid of the executors of the Tribunal.

"Your identity never seems to have worked once."

"Oh, you're blaming me again now? If it weren't for me, you'd still be drinking coffee in the police station."

"Of course not. Ms. Valentine would still have made this deal with me without you—my wisdom, not your identity, Roland."

"I just like your expression that looks like you've never been beaten."

Despite the bickering, Roland was still pulled up from his chair by him. Halida helped him put on his clothes, and he "flowed" out the door like mud - and was pushed into the sunlight by Kingsley.

"I'm going blind, Kingsley."

"Aren't you 'going blind'?"

"Do you know how cruel it is to take away a boy's sleep?"

"Don't complain. At least you still have a maid to serve you."

"Why don't you hire some servants?"

Kingsley called a carriage and the three of them headed straight for the orphanage.

far away.

The time in the car was enough for Roland to take a nap with his head resting on Halida's legs - but someone didn't want him to sleep.

"I don't like people disturbing my life. Whether it's a male servant or a female servant, in my opinion, they are a group of people with little knowledge and wisdom, and they are no longer curious about anything in this world... Of course, I'm not talking about you, Miss Halida."

Halida forced a smile.

"You'd better be polite to my maid."

"Of course I respect Miss Halida. Roland, I'm just answering your question - can you sit up straight and talk to me?"

"You have a problem with women's legs?"

Kingsley pursed his lips and stared at the back of Roland's head like a ghost floating behind him.

After the cold air blew for a few minutes, the man who was pressing against the maid's lower abdomen could no longer bear it.

He struggled to sit up, looking unhappy.

“You’re disrupting other people’s lives, too.”

Kingsley shrugged, with a smile that seemed extremely childish to Halida: "I don't hate the other way around."

That's what Miss Cinder said.

'No matter how old a man is, Halida, you have to treat him like a child - what children like, they will still like after ten, twenty, or thirty years.'

'I don't understand, miss.'

'Because you didn't look carefully, Halida. Look carefully, don't you have a dead brother?'

At that time, Halida only told Cinder that because her brother was too young and left too early, she only knew that babies could drink milk and want some toys to play with in their hands.

'And so are men, my dear maid.'

The carriage jolted.

The maid's heart was also beating fast.

She felt her cheeks getting hot as she imagined the days after her 'success', her happy life - and the scenes of encountering the 'uninvited' thief and the saint lady.

Will it be embarrassing?
The maid's silver eyes were slightly closed, and her eyelashes fluttered rapidly like butterfly wings.

early morning.

restaurant.

The master (Roland Collins) is seated, and the dairy (Halida) is on the table.

Rose came down from the second floor sleepily and raised her hand to greet Roland.

'Good day, Roland. Are you eating?'

Halida clenched her fists, and the accumulated air in her throat gathered into a loud burp.

"Woof—hiccup—!"

Roland and Kingsley were startled.

The two were discussing the baby and their disguised identities when the maid fell ill without warning. What was wrong with this woman? "Halida?"

Seeing her master looking at her with concern, the maid quickly waved her hands and put her arms over her heart, unable to stop the barking of the dog.

Kingsley turned his head away silently.

He wanted to laugh, but his education told him that he shouldn't laugh at this time.

to be frank.

The sound was about the same as his clock.

"I-woof! I'm-woof! Very good--"

"You don't sound well at all."

The maid was annoyed at her inappropriate fantasy, but she never thought it was "unrealistic" - her Mr. Collins was a "different" person. If this happened, the problem must be with her, not with him.

Do not…

No.

This is not debauchery.

Yes…

It's the job of a personal maid.

By the time.

She must not burp or scare Mr.... Maybe Mr. Collins would eat more enthusiastically?

Halida pondered.

His expression changed from depressed to excited.

Roland:?
Kingsley: ?

Two faces full of doubt.

——Why did Roland's maid suddenly become absent-minded when her master was asking her questions?

Kingsley wanted to frown and reprimand her, but considering the issue of "face", he temporarily suppressed Halida's "disrespect" in his heart and would mention it to Roland when they were alone...

It's so unseemly.

Doesn't she know how to be a servant?
"…Regarding identity, Roland, this time it's your turn."

"An orphanage, Kingsley, it's an orphanage. Do you think I could have a child at my age?"

In fact, rather than entrusting the orphans to their care, it would be more appropriate for the two gentlemen to 'adopt' them.

"That's not necessarily true. Especially at your age." Kingsley raised his chin and pointed at the maid who was still grinning beside him. "Usually, young masters can only learn from these people at the beginning - and they are quite willing to do so."

At this point, Kingsley couldn't help but ask a little more out of curiosity.

"It seems you haven't had time to learn yet?"

Roland glanced at him with disdain: "You can actually tell dirty jokes?"

Kingsley: "Before I became a detective, I was a normal, adult, mature man."

"I thought if I ripped off your face and opened your chest, there would be a piece of paper with the word 'detective' written on it."

…………

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Mrs. Amelia's orphanage was established in the suburbs of London.

It was not Hampstead Green, a 'vacation area' chosen by many aristocrats - not only was it too expensive, the aristocrats would also protest against the orphanage.

A group of orphans without parents, living in the same place with them?
I'm afraid there will be a plague here soon.

and so.

With them in mind (perhaps), Lady Amelia chose a relatively cheap, sparsely populated piece of land to build her earthly sanctuary.

The orphanage is called "Paradise".

There is no such thing as 'Amelia's House'.

"paradise."

Kingsley drew aside the curtains and looked at the towering walls outside the carriage - apart from this lonely orphanage, there were almost no residents nearby.

This meant that their food supplies had to be delivered weekly by horse and cart.

(End of this chapter)