The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 961 Ch.960 Upcoming Visits and Investments
Kingsley had a headache: "I think it's not the status that matters, Miss Florence. I love this career, not the black windbreaker and the magnifying glass in the upper pocket."

The girl was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook her head: "No, of course not! I just thought that what you said to me was just... just..."

It's just a perfunctory remark.

did not expect.

Mr. Kingsley shared her pain.

She now understood why this gentleman's words made her blood boil a little bit -

Because that was his personal experience, and he, like her, was struggling, staring at the flag he desired, moving slowly forward step by step.

and so…

and many more.

Wait a moment.

So, the excuse for having children is...

There was finally a hint of barely perceptible shyness in the girl's eyes, which were always calm.

coincidentally.

Kingsley is good at observing things that are not easy to detect.

He looked away, a rare move.

There's something about the atmosphere between the two of them...

It's hard to describe the awkwardness.
-
Should I ask them when they are getting married?
"Don't destroy a relationship at its budding stage, Roland. That would be too cruel."
-
The budding period is too slow.

"Not everyone is like you, surrounded by a bunch of shameless cows."
-
If you say that, Rose will think you are excluding her.

“Ahaha!”

"I'm going to tell on you."

Roland was very happy that the detective had met a girl who was compatible with him.

Even happier is.

This girl is not that annoying.

"So, this..."

"Roland, Roland Collins. You can also call me Roland Hammer Roland."

Kingsley raised his arm and nodded his head in response to Florence's questioning gaze.

Florence understood.

The ones who really have problems...

Is it this gentleman?
"Find a good time to take down all the holy crosses in the orphanage and throw them into the fireplace, and pour out every drop of holy water from the silver cup - Miss Florence, this will not be difficult for you, right?"

Roland said.

"I suggest you wear something fitted, something that's comfortable for running."

Florence looked blank.

"I... I don't understand, sir. What's the point? I want to save the children who have not yet been killed..."

Holy Cross?
Holy water?

"The children will be fine," Roland affirmed, "They will live better than Kingsley."

Kingsley immediately responded: "They are no healthier than I am, Roland."

Why are these two gentlemen always so childish in their words...

Florence thought about it.

"There is a suitable day."

she says.

In a few days, Ms. Burns will be invited to visit.

"Do you know Ms. Burns? I mean, Ms. Rosalind Herbert Burns Field—"

When Florence mentioned this name, there was a lot of respect in her words.

"… built a real school and invested in an industry that transcends the times. I heard that she was one of the people who rumbled through the streets. Seriously, why did such an excellent person have such a miserable life?"

"Maybe it's a lucky life for her." Roland ignored Florence's surprise and asked Burns what the visit was about.

"Ladies want to invest."

Florence said.

"She couldn't bear to see a woman who had lost her husband bear it alone - I can't say that, sir. Ms. Burns has the same tragic past... She may see Amelia as if she saw herself - God! We can't just watch her being deceived..."

prestige.

That's why Burns came up.

Roland didn't know what was going on, but Kingsley knew it all. When Queen's College was "collapsed", he suddenly jumped out and joined forces with many people to announce the establishment of a new college, saying that "bad things that shouldn't happen" would never happen, claiming that "colleges should be places for children to learn" -

as well as.

Get involved in the latest hot topics.

Steam car.

Just from this point, Kingsley could get a glimpse of the power behind the other party and what he really wanted to do.

"Then let's make an appointment on the day of the visit." Roland nodded and told the girl that he and Kingsley would visit her again on the day of the visit.

"What, sir?" Florence was quite confused by their plan.

"I happen to have a friend who is familiar with Ms. Burns. See you then - remember to complete the task, assistant."

After saying this, Roland bent down and crawled out through the trapdoor without waiting for the two to reply.

Kingsley and Florence were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

“…Forgive him. He has been acting weird since he came back from the battlefield.” The detective told a joke with a cold face.

Florence glared at him. "That lie doesn't work anymore. None of you have ever been to a battlefield."

They seemed to have gotten closer.

All sounds are silent.

a long time.

“You can trust Roland Collins.” Kingsley knew that Florence needed an ‘answer’—it could be the plan itself or the ‘identity.’ No matter what, there must be an answer to soothe the heart that was swaying in the storm.

"He is a sword that specializes in dealing with evil people. If you want to punish these freaks who make money from babies' wailing, Roland is the best person to do it."

Florence's eyes twinkled.

police?

警…

No, that's not quite right.

The police can't do anything.

It’s not like there haven’t been mothers whose children have died who have come to Scotland Yard to beg for mercy.

Then, a sword sharper than the police...

Florence took a deep breath, raised her head, and met those sharp eyes.

Kingsley nodded silently.

“Thank you for your kindness…” the girl whispered.

This is the living Flamebringer!
The most cruel and ruthless character in the book!

"It's too late for you to mention His name now, miss. Roland is not here anymore." The detective smiled.

Like an ice sheet thawing.

Florence turned her face away slightly and subconsciously smoothed her hair - she forgot that she was wearing a nurse's headscarf. Her slender fingers made a superficial circle along the auricle of her ear: "About the gold... I will try my best to find out."

"I don't think you should continue to take risks. If you are willing to listen to my advice," Kingsley also turned his chin slightly, looking in the opposite direction of Florence - of course, both were insignificant darkness: "As long as it is completed on the day Ms. Burns visits... If there is any problem, we will be able to help in time..."

Florence said nothing.

She only felt the night wind ruffling her hair and making her cheeks itchy.

It should have been rolled up.

“…What you said before is true, right?”

There is a tacit understanding between them.

About 'what I said before'.

"I don't lie to women, at least not yet."

Florence frowned.

That's not a good answer.

"My father didn't like me doing these 'dirty, smelly and obscene jobs' - he even thought that this was not really a 'job'. My sisters found out that I was secretly studying medicine and said that I was 'a thief who had not changed'. They were so angry that they put me in solitary confinement..."

Her voice is like an old violin.

The most gentle tune is only played at night for those who know how to appreciate it.

"…rude, drunk, untrained, and ignorant of medical knowledge. Nursing is much more complicated than shoe shining—we are directly responsible for lives and witness the battle between life and death at the closest distance…"

"It's a great and noble cause, isn't it, Mr. Kingsley?"

The girl, gazing up at the man, exhaled a faint desire, which fluttered the veil of the silver moon, and the veil passed through Kingsley's heart.

A little itchy.

(End of this chapter)