The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 224: Needle in the pupil

The gift that Priscilla Collins gave Roland was a scarlet sweater, which, to be honest, was not very well knitted - it was obvious that he had done it for the first time, with some threads missing here and there.

But Roland still likes it very much. He has been wearing it in recent days and plans to show it off to people around him.

Others also sent gifts.

Fernandez's gift was a walking stick, thirteen pounds, specially made, with snake patterns on the wood and two cat's eyes embedded on the left and right;

As the owner of the Golden Smoke, Randolph sent Teresa to bring an exquisite lighter - it was said to use the latest technology, only half the size of a cigarette box, with a silver-plated shell. As long as the metal button was pressed and the horizontal cover was opened, it could be lit at any time.

Oh, by the way, Beatrice's gifts are two kinds:

Two paintings.

Roland and her, and Roland, her and Halida.

Sadly, her real brother isn't in either picture.

So sad.

Halida sent a packet of seeds that she had roasted herself to Taylor's house and was handed over by Theresa. They were very crispy when chewed.

Enid and Cinder's gifts were extraordinary.

According to Wrench, the two women seemed to have finally found an opportunity to give gifts in a proper manner and spend money freely - Enid's gift even required a carriage to transport it.

It is a full-length mirror covered entirely with blue gemstones.

This mirror, which was almost entirely inlaid with sapphires, made it impossible for old Collins to deceive himself with the "superior-subordinate" relationship: he solemnly warned Roland that he absolutely, absolutely was not allowed to have a child with that woman.

Otherwise, this dishonorable illegitimate child will become his biggest trouble in the future.

Roland was too lazy to explain.

As for Shandel...

She brought a rare gift.

That’s right, each one of them is an extremely expensive and rare item.

……

"Strange Item: Needle in the Pupil (Ghost)"

"After the resentful spirit solidifies."

"An eyeball from an animal, but from more than one animal."

"Can sense creatures that are hostile to the wearer within a certain range."

“This is not a gift to good people.”

“This is a reward for the wicked.”

"Note: No one likes to be abandoned. Once the wearer takes it off, they will not be able to get its recognition again."

"Note: It has been recast using some unknown technique, and its form cannot be modified."

"'Tears rolled down his cheeks, but his face remained calm.'"

"'Only I know why it flows.'"

……

This is a pair of dusk-colored eyeball-shaped earrings with faint traces of crimson blood.

"It suits you very well."
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I don’t think so… How much is this worth?

"At least seven hundred pounds, Roland. Have you ever seen a strange item that has almost no 'price'?"

"Perhaps it's worth more than I said."
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I originally wanted to give Shandel a bracelet... but now it seems that the value difference is too big.

"I must remind you of something 'well-known': the gift is not important. What is important is who gives the gift."
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Of course I know, but it can't be too different, right?
"Why don't you just go over and give her a couple of slaps?"

Roland: ...
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I plan to increase my shopping amount.

"Oh, what about the big bat? The mirror she gave you wasn't cheap either, it's inlaid with sapphires."
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Ok…
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wrench.
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Do you think Enid is interested in slapping people?
Wrench laughed.

"It seems like you're in a good mood lately."
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I just didn't expect to receive so many gifts in one Christmas.

Because when Mr. William Cordoni brought the whip, he also handed over the gifts he had prepared for Roland - including Alice's.

It was a small leather bag he made by hand.

Inside were the gloves Alice had sewn.

It can be said that the gifts Roland received this year were the most he had ever received in his life: far more than the total of all previous years.

This festival gave Roland a sense of unreality.

It seemed that his life had never been the same since he got on the carriage of the Court of Inquisition.

"To be exact, it was after you met Su Yue."
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That's right. The last gift comes from Fork County.

Gift from Jam Jones.

A letter, and a few pairs of socks that are infinitely better than the ones someone else sewed.

What made Roland unhappy was that one of the pairs was marked as being given to Pushu Collins - why?
"Perhaps you are beginning to understand how Randolph Taylor feels."

Speaking of Yam Jones, Roland was also preparing to have a good talk with his uncle.

About the "emotional journey" of these two people.

It's almost time.

"When do you plan to bring Yam to London?"

puff--

These words made the old man, who was drinking water from his neck tilted back, become like a fountain.

The front of his clothes was soaked.

“…Do you know what you are talking about?”

Roland curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, with a helpless look on his face: "Even Mr. Cordoni has noticed that you might have found a woman, uncle. A lazy man who has been single for more than ten years suddenly started ironing clothes?"

Old Collins was a little embarrassed. He put down the kettle and hurried to leave: "I suddenly remembered something..."

"uncle."

"Where did they meet last time..."

"Uncle, Yam can't wait forever in Falkland. If I'm wrong, then I will go to Falkland in person and take her to London - to the house I rented."

The atmosphere became silent for a moment.

In fact, conversations between men were often simple. Roland thought they would go like this:

Old Collins: 'You know?'

Roland: 'Yeah.'

Old Collins: 'I love her.'

Roland: 'Promise me you'll take good care of her.'

Collins Sr.: 'I will.'

Roland: 'When are you going to take her to London?'

Old Collins: 'After the festival, I will go there myself.'

Roland: 'Very good.'

But in fact…

Actually, it is like this -

The shy old Herbalist rubbed his hands and sat down next to Roland, his expression making one's whole body numb: "She likes the poems I wrote."

Roland: ...

You copied that.

uncle.

Also, what does what we are talking about now have to do with poetry?
Roland felt that if he allowed this situation to continue, perhaps the two of them wouldn't be able to meet until next year.

"She is not my mother, but she does the work of a mother. You are not my father, but you give me more love than my father."

Roland lifted the blanket and shook his uncle's hand.

"I don't have parents, but I still have a family. Uncle, you should act like a man..."

Old Collins was provoked by these words. He sat up suddenly, his face flushed, and he shook Roland's hand away: "Why am I not like a man?! Let me tell you, I have thought about it a long time ago. I will bring her to London and rent a big house for her to live in! What do you know? We have already agreed on it..."

Roland said "Oh" and said, "When is that?"

Paul Collins: …

just.

"…Your vacation is too long, Roland."

"You said yesterday that you hoped I could stay at home and rest for a while longer."

Old Collins waved his hand impatiently: "Yeah, yeah, you've had enough rest, right? It's time to go to work..."

(End of this chapter)