The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 13 Evil Bat
Ms. Enid is a good person.

At least, not when there's talk of cultists or the All-Father.

The priests placed Roland in an empty brick house for the night. It was not until the next morning that Enid, wearing her black gauze dress, came to wake him up.

Bats in the Sun

Roland tried to erase the words from his sight, but he was worried that if an emergency occurred, these words might save his life.

Enid didn't know all this. In her eyes, Roland's posture was a little subtle:

The boy in grey checkered work pants leaned against the wooden bedside, his black hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks, his collar slightly opened after a night's rest, revealing his neck and collarbone. He put his wrist on his forehead, squinting his beautiful but sad eyes, like a fragile and scarred...

Homeless cat.

Roland had no idea what was happening until the words changed again:

"Evil Thought Bat"

"Ms. Enid?"

Roland deliberately turned his face to the side, tilted his ear towards the woman, quickly tightened his collar, and got off the bed.

Enid greeted with a smile.

Only then did she have time to look around. Dissatisfaction immediately appeared on her face. She quickly turned around and spoke to the man outside the door:
"I remember what I said, Fernandez. I asked you to arrange a comfortable environment - he just went through a disaster, and the Father of All is above, and you are so lazy that you let His child sleep in a place full of holes and leaks?"

By passing by each other, Roland "saw" the man with his back to the sun.

A man named Fernandez.

The man in the blur had a square face, unusually short hair, and a frighteningly strong body...

At this moment, his expression was a little awkward.

"Lord Enid, we all sleep in the same place." He subconsciously tightened his legs and straightened his back.

There were few people who had not been scolded by Enid.

"'The same place' -? Look at what you're talking about, Fernandez. You mean that this fragile, beautiful boy who just lost his family, was tortured by the cult for countless days, and almost drowned in fear and terror, should live in the 'same place' as us who have been training for years?"

“Since His children can bear the same pain as us, then where should we go from here?”

"Your cruelty should not be directed at an innocent boy."

"Fernandez."

The strong man was stunned by the series of words. Roland found that he seemed to be really ashamed, and lowered his head heavily, "You are right, Lord Enid. I shouldn't have listened to Keane and let this child live in the cabin temporarily..."

Roland glanced at the floating words.

The one above Enid's head is: "Evil Thought Bat (slightly angry)"

Above Fernandez is: "A cunning bat minion trying to drag others down with him"

Roland: ...
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That's so typical of you, Miss Nina.

He opened his hands and let the sunlight that came in from the door jump onto his palms.

…………

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In fact, there is no evidence to prove that Roland is the son of old Collins.

A certain director whose greed was as big as his belly would not even look at those "certificates", and Seth Will and Tallis Collins themselves would not take Roland to handle it - he was going to die anyway, so why did they insist on putting him under the name of the "Collins" family?

So, when Enid ordered someone to check, on paper, poor Roland became an orphan again.

Fortunately, Yam and the adults in the workhouse were able to testify for Roland: at least, they could prove that he walked out of the workhouse a few days ago.

"I'm not in the Collins family tree?"

"Not here at the moment. The cultist didn't list you." Enid shook her head and asked again, "But if you want, we have enough witnesses and evidence to complete this matter - I can make you 'worthy of your name'... that is, let your bloodline have a less glorious origin."

Roland understood what she meant, so he shook his head slightly and said, "No, ma'am, I will just use the last name Collins for now."

Enid curled her lips slightly, and explained with satisfaction:
"If your father is a cultist, it will cause you a lot of trouble in the future."

As she led Roland through the muddy path, she said:

"You have two choices for the future, Roland," Enid said. "That cultist, Thales Collins, has a younger brother in London. I think he might be able to raise you. Although the Collins family has little wealth left, for the sake of a hundred pounds..." There is no need to say more about the second one.

Return to the workhouse and ask Director Abner to find him a job and an adoptive father.

For Roland, the two choices are actually one.

"Then, before you leave, please come with me."

After getting the answer she wanted, Enid, in a good mood, took Roland and separated from the black-robed priests.

The latter was going to the local police station to work with the town police to deal with the trouble caused by the fire last night, while Ms. Enid and Roland went directly to the largest and most prosperous street in the town.

"You can't wear this. Let me see... at least, at least I have to buy you a pair of shoes..."

Roland's understanding of 'at least':
I need a pair of shoes.

Enid's understanding of 'at least':
The kid needs a pair of shoes—and pants to match.

Then, the top had better also match the style.

In addition, a young gentleman should have a coat that is different from that of a mature man, which is slightly gorgeous but not exaggerated.

Finally, he needed a hat to go with this beautiful outfit.

She took Roland to the shoemaker's shop and bought him a pair of Chelsea boots, a pair of button boots that wrapped tightly around the ankles - which required a small metal hook to dig out the buttons from the holes and pin them on.

Afterwards, he went to a slightly larger shoe store and bought Roland a pair of high boots with leggings.

A stiff-sleeved shirt with a stand-up collar and pleats, black trousers, a short dark brown vest with a lace hem, and a single-breasted waistcoat.

And a dark red-toned jacket with gray thread shoulder pads.

And a new walking stick.

"Ma'am, I..."

“The styles in the countryside are too backward.”

Enid looked a little disgruntled.

She reached out to fasten Roland's open collar, took a few steps back, and looked at the black-haired, golden-eyed boy with a strange look:
He is like a person that the oil painter captured on paper with fantasy, paranoia and madness.

She has a full forehead, a high nose bridge, and black hair tied behind her head. Her eyelashes are thick and curly, and her cat-like eyes are a mixture of clarity and temptation.

It seemed a little cold and indifferent, as if a god had collected the orb of dusk:
'The treasure is not unique,' He said.

But fortunately, they shine in the same person.

The elegance of a person infinitely elevates the style of clothes.

it's beautiful.

she thinks.

"Ma'am, I don't have any money."

Roland moved his wrist uncomfortably. The eyes focused on him almost set him on fire. He caught a glimpse of his blurry self in the reflective glass on the side of the road. The words seemed to be mocking him.

"There's no hat made of better material... What did you say?" Enid noticed the boy's reservedness, and she curled her lips, wanting to laugh: "This won't cost much, Roland."

“This is the mercy of the All-Father towards the sufferers.”

After Enid finished speaking, the words next to her face immediately changed:

「Price List」

"God's mercy: 1 penny"

"The evil thoughts of the evil bat: 7 pounds 6 shillings"
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Yes.
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The hat on his head alone was worth 11 shillings.

"I am grateful to the Father of All Things, my Lord. But I think I should thank you even more..."

"You can just call me Madam, or just my name." She didn't comment and looked up at the sky: "We can eat something first. Is there anything you want to take away? I mean, besides the things in that house that have turned to ashes."

Roland shook his head: "Only me."

"…Poor child, may the Father of All bless you."

(End of this chapter)