The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 19 Collins in the Pharmacy
The story of how Tyrese Collins died and the fall of the Collins family in Falkshire was the same as Enid's.

Stupid.

flame.

Burn.

Roland also said this to his old uncle:
He told old Pushou how he received the letter, how he came to the Collins' old house, and all the (made-up) stories about his life during that time - it sounded boring because without Miss Nana's interesting stories, there was only eating and daydreaming every day.

"I told you he couldn't become a noble..."

Puhu Collins snorted, carefully unfolded the envelope, and peered through the hole with one eye.

When he saw the money, he quickly closed it, sealed it, and folded it again and again.

Envelopes rustled.

"cough…"

"It's enough for your life."

Old Collins coughed to cover up his surprise, raised his hand and waved it in front of Roland, "Your eyesight is not good, right?"

"I am blind, sir."

Not sure what was so funny about this sentence, Roland actually noticed that the corner of the old man's mouth curled up into an obvious arc.

"I thought you were going to say, 'I am a person with a slight eye defect who cannot see this beautiful world, but I am still loved by the Father of All Things' - the fact that you and that bastard Thales didn't learn these bad things may be the luckiest thing in your life."

The two brothers have a bad relationship.

Roland blinked and nodded obediently: "I was taken back to the Collins family for a month, and my father had an accident. Sir, are you willing to take care of me?"

Old Collins muttered, "What else can I do?"

"gentlemen?"

"You should sleep upstairs first, don't knock down my babies..."

The first floor is a pharmacy.

An enormous riveted counter took up the largest space, on which were piled copper scales, rollers, and various unfamiliar small tools, making a mess.

Behind the counter is a whole row of grid shelves: there are drawers and glass jars.

There were notes clipped to the drawers or tied with leather ropes, and the big-bellied jars were filled with leaves or plant roots. Roland also saw a few pieces of torn bark.

The nose is all herbs and fresh mud.

The skin of the walls around it fell off piece by piece, revealing the gray stones inside.

There was a large wooden basin in the corner, filled with dirty black water.

"Come upstairs with me, tomorrow, tomorrow I have to find you a place to sleep... Roland?"

"gentlemen?"

"...You have to call me uncle." Old Collins muttered, his limping pace was quite consistent with Roland's, "I have to get used to it too..."

He kept on talking as the two of them walked up the creaking stairs and made an arc to the left.

"It's good enough that I take care of your food and drink..."

"You also have to learn to earn some money for me..."

"Or in the shop..."

"Humph, I don't think that female priest would let you go out to do needlework or something..." He suddenly stopped and turned to look at Roland: "Were you sent back by someone 'on the way'?"

Roland nodded.

"By the way, by the way..." He climbed up the stairs to the second floor, and said something that was either a warning or an exhortation, "Stay away from those black crows. Even if you have a pretty face, you can't sell it to the black crows..."

The second floor is several sizes smaller than the first, but it’s still filled with bottles and jars.

Or even worse.

The bed was covered with a blue-gray checkered sheet and an oil lamp was burning.

He opened the drawer: there were a lot of animal teeth, pendants sewn with silk thread, and white papers covered with words - some were made of mud, with raised circles, triangles and stars.

The corner of the paper was folded, and it looked like it had been stuffed in there in a hurry.

Roland's eyes flickered.

these things…

"A group of black crows knocked on my door in the middle of the night. I don't want to be the first one to be taken away by Fritt. That would be too embarrassing..."

Fleet is the name of this street.

Old Collins picked up a few glass jars, cleared the bed for Roland, and took a pillow and quilt from the closet with half of the door missing. "I'm sleeping downstairs, don't touch other things, understand?"

"I understand, uncle."

understand?

He looked at Roland doubtfully: "Can you take off your clothes by yourself?" "Yes."

"You have to learn even if you don't know how. I don't want to do this job."

He picked up the half bottle of wine on the stool and went downstairs with it.

The old Dutch clock on the wall was pendulumed by the petals, and the pointer pointed to the top.

Late at night.

Roland carefully took off his clothes and hung them up, then lay down on the bed that smelled of medicine and took a deep breath.

finally…

at last.

I've settled down.

He said silently, closed his eyes, and sleepiness quickly pulled him into sleep.

…………

……

Early the next morning, Roland was awakened by the sound of someone smashing the window.

He just rubbed his sleepy eyes and turned over in bed when he heard someone shouting downstairs:

"Come down when you wake up! We have a lot of things to do today!"

"I put the clothes on the chair for you, feel it, the thickest one is it!"

He really couldn't live in the clothes Enid bought him.

Roland sat up suddenly and was stunned for a moment. Then he quickly put on the canvas pants and buttoned shirt that his uncle had prepared for him, put on his coat, picked up his crutches and went downstairs.

Downstairs, work has already started.

"Good morning, uncle."

"Okay, come here kid."

He shouted with his head down, his sleeves rolled up at his elbows, and pushed the millstone deftly with the base of his palms, occasionally biting one of his molars to press down.

"Come here. From today on, you have to learn to do something. If you don't want to suffer outside, you have to suffer here with me. I see... you must be happy to trouble me, right?"

When he saw Roland coming over, he let go of the millstone in his hand and rubbed his hands on his pants. "It's the simplest job. All you need is strength."

"Grind this bit of lily of the valley into powder. Do you know what powder is?"

nod.

He asked Roland to put down his crutches and hold the mill handle with both hands.

"Push, press down, yes, do it like that. I'll go get some food, and come over when you're done."

"Hurry up, someone might come soon."

The same thing happened in Fork County.

No one waits for you to become familiar with the job. For many jobs, you can get started after just one teaching. Roland has long been accustomed to this.

"You hired a window knocker?"

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Roland also started shouting.

"Otherwise, did I climb out and knock on the second-floor window with a pole today?" Old Collins yelled and brought the subject back.

Roland shrugged and looked down at the herbs.

The pale flames wrote the words.

"Scented Butterfly Grass"

「Alias: Grape Companion」

"Criteria: None"

"The lemon-scented herbs are ground into powder and placed in the sachet to clear the mind and eyes of the wearer."

"It is said that the sweet lily has the power to influence love."

"But in fact, some ritualists use them to stop bleeding. They have a slight healing effect on wounds caused by the curse. At least, they can let those poor people live a few more minutes?"

Guidelines?

Roland stared at the words, stopped what he was doing, and slowly turned around.

The medicine shelf was covered with densely packed white words.

He can see most of the 'information'.

(End of this chapter)